Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 11: Heating Up

As she explored his mouth and massaged his head, he also caressed her waists and tried to mimic her actions.

They moaned as they kissed and soon the boy started getting confident and even tried to innovate.

Sadly, a newbie was a newbie.

"Don't bite too much, it's annoying."

"S-Sorry."

He behaved this time and followed her lead, exploring at first, focused on giving pleasure to the other.

She tasted heavenly, even better than he imagined, and he couldn't help but be too passionate in his consumption.

Fortunately, he had gained enough skills at this time and she soon gave him the reign and let him do what he wanted.

Jacob was exhilarated and his kisses turned wilder. His tongue exploring all parts of her delicious mouth, the sound of saliva squelching entered his ears, his painful lower body grinding against her to relieve itself.

His hand also crept up inside her shirt, climbing up to her luscious mountains, realizing it was much bigger than he had ever imagined.

It was so amazing to touch: soft, jiggly, and full. He didn't even have to think of any possible techniques, he just groped them, feeling the texture and the softness of her mounds, thinking he could keep his hands there forever.

"Hmmmn!" She hummed encouragingly, cheeks blushing, and he couldn't help but lightly bite her lips.

"Has your voice always been like this?" He asked, before eating her tongue again as if he also wanted to eat her voice. It was so delicious.

She didn't answer him and just closed her eyes, feeling the rubbing of his warm hands on her nipples while his hard member grinded against her sensitive buds.

Jacob followed his instincts and stood up with her on him, throwing her onto his bed.

He returned to her delicious mouth, and he entered between her legs, the new position allowed him to grind even harder.

Heavy pants came out his mouth as he shook his hips against her crotch, and her back arches, asking for more. The sourc𝗲 of this content no/v(𝒆l)bi((n))

"Hmmm! There!" Her bell-like voice echoed in the room, and he panted as he crazily grinded against her sensitive skin.

Until finally, no amount of clothed grinding was enough.

His dick was so painful, his heart begging him to do more more more—

"Can we do... more?" He asked, begging, burying his large head on her plump chest.

She massaged his head as she thought for a while.

They've already gone so far, and she was already wet, so why not?

But before she could nod, her phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, and Khalifa paused for a moment before answering.

"Yes?" She asked, and she was answered by a similarly unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.

"Is this Ms. Khalifa?"

"Yes." She said pushing away Jacob's head, who was already undressing her top and trying to get his head inside her shirt.

"Hello? This is Cauis Hill's phone. He is currently in the XYZ hospital."

She flinched. The professor? In the hospital?

Is he alright?

Also, why did they call her?

Then she recalled the events a few hours prior and realized she must've been his latest phone call. But that was so many hours ago?

He didn't get calls very often, then?

Frowning, she looked at the young man licking her collarbones as he struggled to take off all her buttons.

She gently placed her soft hands on his chin, stopping his action. He stared at her, eyes glazed, very horny, and she didn't know how to break it to him.

In the end though, she really did. "I have to go..."

He paused, eyes regaining clarity, and whipped his head to look at her when he finally absorbed what in the blasphemous hell she just said. "What?"

"It's an emergency. It's personal. Don't ask."

He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows looking at her and searching whether she was just making excuses.

But he was relieved to see her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, which told him he had an effect on her.

He didn't speak for a while, regretfully placing soft kisses on her nearest skin. "When... can we continue then?"

"Ask the girl you're pursuing." She said with a shrug, not noticing his sudden awkwardness.

"Just do what you did earlier and she'll like you."

He looked at her hopeful, his annoyance from her leaving suddenly calming down.

"Do you need a ride? My bike is there."

"Thank you. But I'll call a cab." She said, gently pushing him off of her. He wanted to see her off but his lower body was so painful he couldn't.

And she left, just like that...

Jacob looked down on his hard meat stick, almost in tears.

So painful!