CHAPTER 197: SQUEEZED

Olivia froze, eyes wide, then squeezed them shut, swallowing quickly thinking that was a part of the blowjob too, her hand still stroking, wringing every drop from him.

When she pulled back, panting, a strand of cum clung to her lower lip before she wiped it away with a trembling hand.

Her hazel eyes were sharp, defiant, but her flushed cheeks and pressed thighs betrayed her own heat.

"Happy?" she spat, her voice wavering.

Lor grinned, tucking himself back into his trousers, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Ecstatic."

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Olivia sat back on her heels, her breath uneven, wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.

Her cheeks glowed crimson, her hazel eyes sharp but trembling with a faint, unguarded vulnerability.

Lor tucked himself away, his smirk unwavering, his hazel eyes raking over her as if he could devour her with a glance.

The abandoned classroom was quiet, save for the faint creak of settling desks and the soft hum of dust motes dancing in the slanted sunlight.

The air was thick with chalk and the lingering heat of their act, the stone floor cool beneath them.

He stepped forward, extending a hand down to her, his grin softening but no less teasing. "My turn."

Olivia blinked up at him, wary, her lips parting as if to protest.

But when his fingers curled, beckoning, she hesitated only a moment before slipping her hand into his, her touch warm but tentative.

Lor pulled her gently to her feet, her body swaying as if her knees had softened, her blouse clinging to her chest, the fabric damp with sweat.

Instead of letting her retreat, he tugged her closer, guiding her down again—this time to lie flat on her back, the sunlight catching the rise and fall of her breasts, her hazel eyes shimmering with a mix of defiance and something softer, needier.

Lor knelt between her bent legs, his hands brushing her hips, the warmth of his palms a stark contrast to the cool stone.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low, his grin softer but laced with intent.

"Relax?" Olivia’s voice was tight, defensive, her eyes narrowing. "You’re about to—"

He silenced her with a finger pressed lightly to her lips, the touch gentle but commanding.

His finger trailed down, slow and sensual, over her chin, along the soft curve of her throat, to the button of her charcoal-gray pants.

"Trust me," he said, his voice a warm, coaxing murmur.

Her breath caught, her chest rising sharply.

Lor popped the button open, his fingers moving with slowness, savoring the faint resistance of the fabric against her curvy hips.

The zipper rasped, tooth by tooth, the sound echoing in the quiet room, each note a tease that made Olivia’s thighs twitch.

She squirmed, biting her lip, her hazel eyes darting to the door as if expecting an interruption, then back to him, narrowed but betraying a flicker of anticipation.

His hands slid under the waistband, palms warm against her skin, and he tugged, peeling the pants down inch by inch.

The fabric clung to her hips, her thighs, outlining their strong, shapely curves before giving way, baring the pale expanse of her skin.

Her black panties came into view—simple, practical, but tight against her mound, the faint dampness a silent confession of her arousal.

Lor’s smirk widened, his eyes drinking her in.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice low, reverent.

Her cheeks burned, but she scoffed, trying to mask her embarrassment. "Shut up."

He tugged the pants off completely, tossing them aside with a soft thud.

For a moment, he simply admired her—Olivia sprawled on the floor, her blouse still buttoned, her panties clinging to her hips, her composure fraying with each uneven breath.

Then his fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties, his touch slow.

Olivia’s hips jerked faintly. "Wait. Now that I think about it—"

"Shh." His voice was calm, coaxing, his eyes locked on hers.

He tugged slowly, dragging the fabric down over her hips, her thighs, past her knees, until they slipped free.

The damp gusset clung for a moment before peeling away, leaving her bare, her pussy glistening in the golden sunlight, a soft pink that made his cock twitch in his trousers.

He let the panties fall, the faint rustle swallowed by the room’s stillness.

His hands ran up her thighs, spreading them gently, his touch reverent as he gazed at her, open and vulnerable.

Olivia turned her face aside, her cheeks flaming, her voice soft but defiant.

"This isn’t... fair. I used my mouth. You’re just... using your fingers."

Lor chuckled, low and warm, leaning down between her legs, his breath ghosting over her slick folds.

"Sounds fair to me," he murmured, his voice a teasing caress.

Before she could retort, his tongue slid out, tracing a slow, languid line from her entrance to her clit.

Olivia gasped, sharp and unguarded, her hips jolting upward.

Her hazel eyes snapped back to him, wide with shock, but Lor was already diving in again, his tongue lapping with care, teasing strokes that drew more wetness from her with every pass.

"L-Lor—" Her voice broke, caught between protest and a moan, her hands fisting in her blouse, pulling it tight against her chest.

He hummed against her, the vibration buzzing through her folds, sending a shiver through her body.

His hands slid higher, up her waist, over her ribs, until they cupped the swell of her breasts through her blouse, thumbs rolling over her nipples, firm and straining against the fabric.

Olivia arched, a soft moan spilling before she bit it back, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay composed.

"Trust me," Lor murmured, his lips brushing her clit before sucking it gently into his mouth, the sensation pulling a sharp cry from her.

Her back lifted off the floor, her hands flying to clutch his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

His tongue circled, slow and patient, tasting every inch of her, while his hands kneaded her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight peaks.