Academy's Pervert in the D Class - Chapter 268
Chapter 268: first
Lor didn’t move, not at first.
His expression was unreadable—part surprise, part something else, deeper and darker.
Then that slow, unmistakable grin returned, carving across his face like the closing of a trap.
“Sounds fair,” he said quietly. “Very fair.”
Eva’s heart skipped.
She didn’t know if she was supposed to be terrified or thrilled—maybe both.
But when Lor reached out and brushed his fingers against her cheek, she didn’t flinch.
Lor didn’t rush.
He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing hers with a featherlight touch, teasing, testing.
Eva’s breath hitched, her hands hesitantly finding his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as she pressed closer, her top stretching tight across her breasts.
The kiss deepened, slow and languid, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside, coaxing a soft moan from her throat.
Her body melted against his, the heat between them building like a slow-burning fire.
His hands slid down her sides, fingers grazing the curve of her waist, then lower, hooking into the waistband of her shorts.
Eva gasped into his mouth as he tugged them down, the fabric sliding over her hips with a soft rustle, pooling at her ankles to reveal her panties—simple, white, already damp with her arousal, clinging to the outline of her folds.
Lor’s breath caught, his cock stirring in his trousers at the sight, the thin material leaving little to the imagination.
He knelt slowly, his lips brushing her stomach, kissing the soft skin just above her panties, making her tremble, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance.
“Lor…” she whispered, her voice shaky but thick with want, her thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties.
He could smell her arousal, musky and intoxicating, and it made his head spin, his fingers itching to touch.
He stood, guiding her backward until her back pressed against the door, the wood cool against her heated skin.
Eva’s top rode up slightly, exposing the curve of her underbust, the fabric catching on her hardened nipples.
Lor’s hands found her hips, pinning her gently against the door as he kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue claiming her mouth with growing urgency.
She moaned softly, her body arching into him, her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin top, the friction sending sparks through her.
His fingers slipped beneath her panties, teasing her slick folds, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes.
Eva whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand, the sensation overwhelming, her pussy throbbing with need.
Lor groaned, his cock straining painfully against his trousers, the heat of her arousal coating his fingers.
He tugged her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles, and spread her thighs wider, his fingers sliding inside her, curling against her sensitive walls.
“You’re so wet again,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Eva’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping his shirt, her body rocking against his fingers.
“Please… Lor,” she gasped, her voice breaking as he pumped his fingers faster, her juices dripping down his hand.
He pulled back just enough to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock, hard and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Eva’s eyes flicked down, her breath catching at the sight, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
Lor lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip, opening her wider.
He pressed himself against her entrance, the tip nudging her slick folds, teasing her until she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl.
She nodded frantically, her eyes hazy with need. “Yes—please—”
He pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat of her pussy once again enveloping him, inch by inch.
Eva gasped, her head falling back against the door, the wood creaking faintly under her weight.
The stretch was intense, her walls gripping him like a vice, her body still sensitive from their earlier rounds.
Lor groaned, the sensation overwhelming, his cock throbbing inside her, every nerve alight with pleasure.
He moved slowly at first, shallow thrusts that made her moan softly, her breasts bouncing gently under her top, the fabric rubbing her nipples with each movement.
The pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, the door rattling slightly with each impact.
Eva’s moans turned to cries, loud and unrestrained, her body pressed flush against the wood, her top riding up to expose her stomach, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
Lor’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her into him, the slap of skin against skin filling the room, obscene and intoxicating.
Eva felt every thrust, the fullness stretching her, the friction igniting sparks that made her toes curl, her pussy dripping around him.
Then—footsteps.
Heavy, measured steps echoed up the stairs, growing louder, closer.
Eva’s eyes widened, panic flashing through her haze of pleasure.
“Lor—stop!” she whispered urgently, her hands pushing at his chest, her voice trembling. “My mom—”
But Lor didn’t stop.
His grin turned feral, his thrusts slowing but not halting, each one deep and measured, making her gasp as his cock plunged into her slick heat, stretching her walls with a delicious burn.
He pressed her harder against the door, her body pinned with her back flush to the wood, her loose white top bunching up around her shoulders from the friction, the thin fabric riding high to expose the full swell of her bare breasts—braless and heaving, her rosy nipples hardened into stiff peaks that brushed against his chest with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her sensitive skin.
“I can’t stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, hot and teasing, his cock still moving inside her, slow but relentless, grinding against that sweet spot deep within her pussy that made her juices drip down her thighs in obscene rivulets.
Eva’s breath came in ragged pants, her green eyes wide with a mix of panic and filthy desire, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, milking his shaft with every involuntary spasm.