Chapter 1500
"Ms. Rivera, how can you not remember anything?" Kevin couldn't help but laugh and feel exasperated at the same time when he saw Kimberly staring at him like he was a pest. Had she really forgotten everything that happened last night? "You had too much to drink last night, and I brought you home. Then we..."
"Alright, you don't need to say any more." Kimberly cut him off before he could finish. Flashbacks of the previous night started to surface, making her blush deeply. She had ended up in bed with Kevin again, and it seemed as if it had been more than once. She even recalled wearing stockings to help him with his fantasies and straddling him afterwards. What was she going to do?
She had promised herself to keep a safe distance from Kevin and had been avoiding being alone with him. Yet, one lapse in judgment had undone all her previous efforts.
Kimberly glanced at the disheveled bed and the stains on her thighs, imagining how wild she must have been last night. Her lower body still ached slightly, and she couldn't even remember how many times they had been intimate. She hadn't been this wild even on her wedding night with Grant. It was utterly embarrassing.
It was all Grant's fault. If he hadn't stayed in West Stream Town and gotten involved in scandals, she wouldn't have gone to the bar to drown her sorrows. Luckily, it was Kevin she ran into. If it had been another man, her reputation would have been ruined. She shuddered at the thought of the men at the bar who kept eyeing her, their gazes fixed on her chest and legs. As a teacher, she couldn't bear being seen as a promiscuous woman.
She didn't want to blame Kevin too much. He was just a teenager, naturally curious about the opposite sex. Faced with a drunk, single woman, especially one he had been intimate with before, how could he resist? But she still felt wronged, and her eyes quickly reddened.
Kevin observed Kimberly's shifting expressions and couldn't fathom her thoughts. He cautiously said, "Ms. Rivera, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. You were drunk and insisted I stay to chat with you. Then you hugged and kissed me, and I lost control. I thought you were sober at the time."
"Alright, you don't need to say any more." Kimberly's face burned even hotter as she listened to Kevin recount the events of the previous night. She knew it wasn't Kevin's fault for taking advantage of her; it was her own fault for losing control after drinking. She sighed softly and said, "Kevin, it's not your fault. It's my issue. Don't overthink it."
"Ms. Rivera, does what you promised me last night still count?" Kevin asked hesitantly.
"What did I promise you?" Kimberly frowned, her mind a mess, unable to recall what she had promised him.
"You said you'd wear stockings and give me a foot job," Kevin said shamelessly. "And you said before school tomorrow, I could do whatever I wanted. You wouldn't go back on your word, right?"
In reality, Kevin was twisting her words. Kimberly had only said they couldn't have sex after Monday, not that they would continue until then.
"Ah!" Kimberly was mortified. How could she have agreed to such an absurd request? She wasn't the type to be indecisive. If she was going to end it, she would do it cleanly. She must have been really drunk last night. She quickly said, "Kevin, I'm your teacher. We really can't..."
Seeing that Kimberly was about to back out, Kevin panicked and quickly hugged her naked body, kissing her lips and gasping, "Ms. Rivera, I love you so much. Just one more time, please."
"Let go of me, no!" Kimberly's mouth was sealed by Kevin's kiss, and her body was pinned down. She wanted to struggle, but after the exertion of last night and her hangover, she was too weak to break free. She could only twist her body, trying to protect her dignity. Last night, she could use drunkenness as an excuse, but if she slept with Kevin again now, she would truly be a loose woman.
Kevin, driven by desire, especially in the morning when his urges were strongest, thought Kimberly was just shy like Audrey. He kissed her lips, and when she opened her mouth, he slipped his tongue inside, sucking on her tongue. His body pressed down on hers, his hands roaming over her breasts and buttocks, his penis pressing against her lower abdomen. Kimberly instinctively felt threatened. She clamped her legs together, twisting her hips to prevent Kevin from entering. But Kevin's persistence wore her down, and eventually, her legs were forced apart. Kevin thrust his hips, and his hard penis plunged into her.
"Ah! No, stop!" Kimberly moaned, her body stiffening. She felt a wave of pleasure as Kevin filled her, the sensation spreading through her body. Her resistance weakened, but she still slapped Kevin's chest, crying out, "Kevin, stop. We can't do this. I'm your teacher."
"Ms. Rivera, please, just one more time," Kevin's voice was desperate, his body moving against hers. He continued kissing her lips, pinning her arms down, and thrusting into her tightness.
"No, Kevin, we really can't!" Kimberly cried, tears streaming down her face. She was ashamed and angry, hating Kevin's recklessness and her own body's betrayal as it responded to his thrusts.
"Please, Kevin, I'm your teacher. Stop, ah!"
"Ms. Rivera, I want you. You promised me," Kevin panted, thrusting harder, his hips slamming against her. Kimberly's body rocked with his movements, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hardening. The sight fueled Kevin's desire, making him thrust even more vigorously.
"Kevin...please...stop...we can't!" Kimberly resisted.
"Just one last time, Ms. Rivera, really, the last time. Let’s make love one more time."
"Gosh...Kevin...be gentle!" Under Kevin's relentless thrusts, Kimberly gradually gave up resisting. The intense pleasure made her body weak, her desire growing. She wrapped her long legs around Kevin's body, her moans becoming softer.
Seeing Kimberly's change, Kevin felt triumphant. Her earlier resistance made her current enthusiasm even more satisfying. His large, hot glans rubbed inside her, making her wet. He looked down at Kimberly, her hands pinned to the pillow, her breasts swaying, her nipples erect. He couldn't resist sucking on one of her hard nipples.
"No...don't suck...Kevin." Kimberly's chest tingled as he sucked, her eyes closed, unable to look at him. Her body was overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, quickly succumbing to the intense pleasure. Her waist twisted, her hips thrusting up to meet Kevin's movements.
Kevin, seeing Kimberly had surrendered, released her wrists and grasped her firm breasts, continuing his relentless thrusts. He panted, "Ms. Rivera, does it feel good?"
"Kevin...be gentle...it hurts," Kimberly murmured, her arms clinging to Kevin's back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her body was still sore from the previous night, and Kevin's vigorous thrusts were too much.
But Kevin was on the edge of climax. He buried his head in her cleavage, his wet hair sticking to her smooth skin. His legs pressed against the bed, his hips thrusting, his glans hitting deep inside her. The bed shook, and Kimberly's buttocks slapped against him. She felt her body contract rapidly, a wave of heat surging from deep inside, enveloping his glans.
"Ms. Rivera...oh yeah...I'm gonna cum!" Kevin's mind spun, everything blurring as he poured all his strength into his thick penis. His glans plunged deep into her, his cock pulsing, hot semen flooding her.
Spent, Kevin collapsed onto Kimberly's slender, burning body, panting heavily. Typically, he saved his morning ejaculation for Audrey, but today it was Kimberly. If he had more women, they might even have to compete for it. He imagined drawing lots, with the winner receiving his morning release, and the thought thrilled him.
Kimberly lay with her eyes closed, her body weak, still basking in the afterglow of her climax. As a high school teacher, her sex life with her husband had always been conventional. This was her first time experiencing such intense pleasure, and with a teenager, no less.
She looked at Kevin, resting on her chest, his face flushed but still boyish. It felt unreal. She had always seen Kevin as a tall, handsome boy close to Alissa. Who would have thought she’d end up sleeping with him, and multiple times at that? The thought made her both ashamed and angry. She had been practically taken by Kevin, yet why didn't she feel more repulsed?
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