She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 402: Ruined by My Student(2)

Chapter 402: Ruined by My Student(2)

“Fuck… so tight,” Alex groaned, the words rough and reverent as he stayed buried to the hilt inside Heena.

Her velvet walls gripped him greedily, fluttering and clenching around his thick length like her body was fighting to adjust, and failing beautifully.

He could feel every pulse, every tiny ripple of her pussy as it struggled to take all of him.

Heena’s breath came in shaky sobs. Tears clung to her lashes, her reading glasses slightly fogged and crooked on her nose. The stretch was brutal… a burning fullness that bordered on too much… yet beneath the pain bloomed a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl in the tall heels.

Slowly, so slowly, Alex began to move.

He drew back just a few inches, then slid back in with careful control. The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking him filled the quiet bedroom.

“Ahh…!” Heena cried out, a broken mix of pain and pleasure spilling from her lips. Her fingers clawed at the silk sheets as her body jolted forward with every shallow thrust. “It hurts… but— oh god…”

“Shh, breathe,” Alex murmured against the back of her neck, his voice low and soothing even as he continued the slow, dragging strokes.

“Just feel how deep I am. Feel how you’re swallowing every inch of me like you were made for me.”

Heena whimpered, every slow withdrawal made her walls cling to him desperately; every push back in forced a fresh cry from her throat.

“Ohh… God…” she moaned helplessly, pain and pleasure twisted together so tightly she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Her hips twitched back instinctively, silently begging him for more even as tears slipped down her flushed cheeks.

After several long, torturous minutes of gentle rocking, Alex felt her body begin to soften around him. Her cries turned breathier, more needy. The burning stretch was slowly melting into a heavy, addictive fullness.

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “That’s it… good girl. Your pussy is starting to love this, isn’t it?”

Heena could only moan in response, her mind hazy.

Without warning, Alex tightened his grip on her hips and changed the rhythm.

His thrusts grew deeper. Harder. Faster.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the luxurious suite, mixing with the wet, squelching noises of her drenched pussy.

“Ohh… God…!” Heena screamed, her voice cracking as the head of his cock began kissing something deep inside her — a spot so sensitive it made her vision blur. “Yes—! There… oh fuck, right there!”

Alex growled in satisfaction and angled his hips to hit that same spot again and again.

Each thrust slammed against her cervix with delicious pressure, sending shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure through her body.

The pain was still there, but it had transformed… now it only made the pleasure sharper, brighter, more addictive.

Heena’s moans turned into desperate, broken chants. “Ohh… God… Yes…! Yes, Sir—! Don’t stop… please don’t stop!”

Alex tugged the red tie harder, forcing her to keep staring into the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, voice rough with lust as he pounded into her. “Look at what a proper, married professor looks like when she’s getting ruined by her student. Glasses crooked, tie like a collar, ass up like a whore in heat. This is who you really are now.”

Heena sobbed with pleasure, unable to look away. The woman in the mirror was unrecognizable… face flushed, mouth open in constant moans, breasts swaying with every brutal thrust, the tiny skirt doing nothing to hide how shamelessly she was taking him.

Alex reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while he continued hammering into her from behind.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, Professor,” he growled. “I want to feel this cheating pussy milk me when you fall apart.”

Heena’s entire body began to shake. The coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter with every savage thrust. The head of his cock kept battering that deep, sensitive spot while his fingers worked her clit mercilessly.

“Ohh… God… I’m— I’m going to—!” Her voice broke into a high, keening cry.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her walls clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and squeezing as pleasure ripped through her.

A gush of wetness coated his shaft as she came hard, screaming into the sheets, her legs trembling uncontrollably in the tall heels.

Alex didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through her climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation, her pussy spasming wildly around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, voice strained. “Such a good little slut. Your cunt is sucking me so deep.”

He kept thrusting through the aftershocks, slower now but still deep, letting her ride out every last ripple of pleasure. Only when her body started to go limp did he ease back slightly.

Heena collapsed forward onto her forearms, panting heavily, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her face. Her pussy continued to flutter around his still-hard cock, reluctant to let him go.

Alex pulled out almost completely, only the thick head remaining inside her, then slammed back in with one powerful thrust, making her cry out again.

“We’re not done yet,” he said darkly, a wicked smile in his voice. “I’m going to fill this married pussy tonight. Every drop. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, pushing her legs wide apart and folding them toward her chest. The tiny skirt rode up completely, exposing everything. Heena looked up at him with glassy, lust-drunk eyes, her reading glasses finally slipping off and falling onto the pillow.

Alex gripped her thighs and drove back inside her in one long, deep stroke.

Heena moaned loudly, the new angle letting him reach even deeper. She could feel every thick vein, every inch of him claiming her completely.

“Say it,” he demanded, starting a steady, punishing rhythm again. “Tell me who you belong to now.”

Heena’s voice was hoarse and broken, but the words came out without hesitation.

“I belong to you, Sir… I’m your slut… your dirty professor…”

Alex’s eyes darkened with raw possession. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss as he fucked her harder, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room once more.

Heena wrapped her arms around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm began building fast.

She was lost… completely, deliciously lost… in the feeling of being owned, stretched, and ruined so perfectly.

Alex broke the kiss and growled against her lips, “That’s right. From tonight onward, this cunt is mine. Your husband will never fuck you like this again.”

The filthy words sent Heena spiraling. Her second climax hit even harder than the first, her back arching off the bed as she screamed his name, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice.

Alex groaned deeply, his rhythm faltering as her walls milked him relentlessly.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum. He held himself deep inside her, pulsing again and again, filling her married pussy until she was overflowing.

They stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

Alex pressed soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, his hand gently stroking her side as the intensity slowly faded into warm afterglow.

Heena lay beneath him, trembling, completely spent.

A small, dazed smile played on her swollen lips as she felt his cum slowly leaking out around his cock.

She had never felt so thoroughly used… and so perfectly satisfied.

Alex brushed a strand of damp hair from her face and whispered against her ear, voice low and possessive:

“Welcome to your new life, Professor.”