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Chapter 26
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2026-10-12 11:18:18
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My body was still trembling against the railing when his hands closed around my waist again.He didn’t ask. He simply lifted.One smooth, effortless motion and my feet left the concrete. A startled sound escaped me as the world tilted. In the next second my back met the cold glass of the balcony door and my legs were being guided around his hips. I locked my ankles at the small of his back on pure instinct. The position left me completely open, suspended, my weight nothing to him. He held me up like I weighed as much as paper, one strong arm banded under my ass, the other braced against the glass beside my head.I was eye-level with him now. Close enough to see the dark flush on his cheekbones, the residual wetness on his mouth from earlier, the focused intensity in his eyes. My own arms had nowhere to go except around his neck. My naked breasts pressed against the expensive fabric of his shirt. Every place our skin touched felt oversensitive and electric.He reached between us, lined
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His patience snapped.One second he was letting me work at my own shaky pace. The next his hand tightened hard in my hair, gripping close to the roots, and he thrust forward with real force. The thick head of his cock shoved past my tongue and straight into my throat. My eyes flew wide. A wet, choked sound tore out of me. Spit spilled down my chin and onto my bare chest.He didn’t stop.He held me there for a beat, cock buried deep, while I struggled around the sudden fullness and the burn in my throat. Then he pulled back just enough for me to drag in a messy breath before slamming in again. The rhythm he set was ruthless — deep, steady, using my mouth like it existed for exactly this. My hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in, but I wasn’t pushing him away. I was just trying to stay upright while he fucked my face.Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and spilled over. Saliva ran freely down my chin, dripping onto my breasts every time he bottomed out. The wet, obscene sounds
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“On your knees.”The order left no room for argument. His voice was low, rough around the edges from everything he had already done to me, but the authority in it was absolute.My legs were still shaking. The night air felt colder now against all the places his mouth had left wet. I turned slowly to face him. He was already undoing his belt with one hand, the other still braced on the railing like he had all the time in the world. The soft metallic sound of the buckle, then the zipper, cut through the distant thump of music from downstairs.He pushed his pants and underwear down just far enough.I stared.Even in the low light there was no mistaking the size of him. Thick. Long. Already hard and heavy, the head flushed darker than the rest. Bigger than anything I had taken before — bigger than Mike, bigger than the vague ideas I used to have about what “big” meant. My mouth went dry at the same time heat flooded low in my stomach again, traitorous and immediate.“I said on your knees,
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I was still trying to catch my breath when he closed the distance again.My back hit the railing. The peach dress was still bunched around my waist, underwear gone, skin damp from his mouth and the cool night air. Charles didn’t give me time to pull anything back into place. One hand braced beside my hip. The other rose, hooked the thin strap of the dress, and dragged it down my shoulder until the fabric slipped lower and freed my breasts to the open air.The sudden exposure made me suck in a sharp breath. My nipples tightened instantly in the chill.He looked at them for a second like he was deciding where to start. Then he lowered his head and took the left one into his mouth.The heat of it after the cool air dragged a broken sound out of me. He sucked slow and deep, tongue circling the peak before he scraped it lightly with his teeth. My back arched off the railing on pure instinct. One of my hands flew to his shoulder; the other gripped the metal behind me so hard the edge bit in
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My legs were still unsteady when he dropped to his knees.The balcony railing pressed into my lower back. Cool night air touched the bare skin of my thighs as he pushed the peach dress higher and hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear. He dragged them down in one slow motion until they cleared my heels and disappeared into his pocket. I barely had time to process the loss before his hands settled on my hips and pulled me forward.“Charles—”“Professor,” he corrected again, voice lower now, and then his mouth was on me.The first long, deliberate lick dragged a broken sound straight out of my throat. My hands flew to his hair on pure instinct, fingers threading tight as his tongue parted me and licked deeper. He didn’t tease. He didn’t ease into it. He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked with steady, ruthless focus that made my knees buckle.I would’ve dropped if he hadn’t been holding me up.His grip on my hips tightened, keeping me exactly where he wanted while he wor
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The door clicked shut behind him.For a second the only sounds were the distant thump of music from downstairs and my own pulse roaring in my ears. Charles stood between me and the only exit, one hand still resting on the handle like he was making sure I understood there was no easy way around him. The night air that had felt cool a moment ago suddenly sat too warm against my skin.“You don’t listen very well,” he said.His voice was low, controlled, the same tone he used in class when someone tested a boundary. I pressed back against the railing until the metal dug into my spine. My mouth opened, but nothing useful came out. The texts from earlier flashed through my head in bright pieces. *Stay away from other men. Don’t make me come and grab you.*He crossed the small space in two unhurried steps. Close enough that I had to tip my head back. Close enough that I caught the faint scent of his cologne under the damp night air. One hand braced on the railing beside my hip. The other lif
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