Chapter 1322
Kevin gave a wry smile, kneading Vanessa's firm, round ass. "Just messing with you," he said with a grin.
"Oh, please," Vanessa scoffed, her fingers wrapping around his erection and stroking it expertly. "You just wanted to get in my pants. You think I don't know how guys like you operate? You're so clever, having Albert call me from his phone while you pretended to give me advice. Thought I wouldn't figure it out, huh? Albert told me everything. Real stand-up guy, that friend of yours. Not enough to get your kicks alone, gotta share with your buddy. What am I, chopped liver?"
Kevin smiled. Vanessa had made it so clear that he couldn't really explain himself. After all, his initial intentions were indeed quite sleazy, approaching Vanessa with the mindset of taking advantage. Vanessa usually gave off the impression of being promiscuous and easy, and having sex with this notorious Sunset Valley High teacher was definitely a dream for most guys.
"I get it, Kevin. It's not all your fault," Vanessa said, her voice softening. "I have my reasons, too. I really admire Audrey. Living on her own, sticking to her guns with all the creeps hitting on her."
Kevin nodded silently, relieved she wasn't angry. Vanessa wasn't one for playing the victim. Even after Quentin had…well, even after what he'd done, she hadn't gone to the police. She'd played along, hoping to use his uncle's connections to get a transfer to the education department. Quentin had screwed her over, though, manipulating her into seducing Oliver and Angus, driving a wedge between them. She'd run her mouth that day, taunting Quentin about her upcoming transfer, how he'd have to come crawling to her for favors. He'd snapped and…well, the rest was history. Vanessa's own sharp tongue had gotten her into trouble.
"So, did you and Audrey ever, you know…" Vanessa asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as she squeezed his penis. "You always dodged the question before. Tell me now, or I'll ask her tomorrow and see what she says."
"Come on, Vanessa. You know," Kevin admitted. There was no point hiding it anymore. He'd kept it a secret because he hadn't trusted her. But now, seeing how she was with Audrey, he felt comfortable enough to confess.
"Whoa. Seriously? Kevin, you dog. Audrey's not exactly easy. Guys have been trying to get with her for years. How'd you pull that off?" She'd suspected, but hearing him admit it was still a shock. Kevin and Audrey were cousins, for crying out loud. And Audrey was…well, Audrey. Cold, distant. The idea of her quietly hooking up with Kevin was mind-blowing.
Kevin puffed up with pride, but kept the details to himself. Vanessa pulled him onto the bed, her smooth legs wrapping around his waist, her wet core pressing against his cock. He'd been close earlier, interrupted by Audrey. Now, he was ready to explode.
He entered her, feeling her labia pulling at him, the slick heat of her already-wet insides. She was tighter than Audrey, hotter, wetter. Her walls pulsed around him. He experimented a little, realizing she'd healed more than he'd thought. He picked up the pace, driving into her, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Kevin…harder…yes…" she gasped, her hands digging into his back. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over. The feeling of him deep inside, stretching her, sent shivers through her. He was so much better than he'd been before, not just pounding away. He knew how to move, how to hit just the right spot. Her nails dug into his back, her breasts heaving. Her eyes were wide, fixed on him as he fucked her, her juices flowing freely. "Kevin…harder…tell me…how did you and Audrey…?"
Her continued questioning, even in the throes of passion, was a turn-on. It was like Audrey was right there, watching. The sight of Vanessa, so wanton, fueled his desire. He gripped her ass, no longer holding back. He slammed into her, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust. Their combined fluids flowed freely, soaking the sheets.
"Kevin, you're incredible," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. "So much better than Quentin…than my husband…Oh God, yes…harder…deeper…"
"Vanessa, quiet. You'll wake Audrey," he whispered, her moans getting louder. He covered her mouth with his, their tongues tangling. His hands kneaded her breasts, milk squirting from her nipples.
Kevin had learned a thing or two about pleasing a woman. He knew a firecracker like Vanessa needed more than just brute force. He experimented, shifting his angle, searching. He found a spot, a sweet spot, and with a few well-placed thrusts, her body tensed, her moans escalating. He focused his attention there, hammering against it.
His stamina seemed endless. Even a seasoned pleasure-seeker like Vanessa couldn't handle the onslaught. She cried out, lost in the sensation, the release she hadn't felt in so long. She was a mess, a glorious, sweaty, spent mess, utterly consumed by the intense pleasure.
This was something neither Andrew nor Quentin could give her. Oliver was a joke; she'd only been interested in his power, which paled in comparison to Angus's. She was a slut, she knew it. Maybe she'd always been one. Maybe meeting Quentin had just been a catalyst.
She'd never come with Andrew. He was too…vanilla. In life, and in bed. No spark. And Vanessa needed a spark. That's why she'd stayed with Quentin, why she'd kept Kevin dangling.
"Kevin…faster…harder…Yessss…" she gasped, her body slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her breasts were beaded with perspiration, her lower body a swamp of their combined fluids. With each thrust, more spilled out, the sounds of their coupling filling the room.
Seeing her lose control fueled Kevin's ego. He drove deeper, his cock slamming against her cervix. She was shallower than Audrey, easier to reach that deep spot. But it wasn't the same. Not the same sense of accomplishment. He ground against her cervix, her body convulsing, her cries growing louder.
"Yes…Kevin…make me come…harder…I'm so close…"
He hit that spot again and again, sending her over the edge. She came hard, her release a torrent of pent-up frustration and anxiety. Sex, she thought, was the best face cream a girl could ask for.
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