My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 294: Teacher Bloom, Hunger Surge (r-18)

Phei came back to her front and kissed her again.

Harder this time.

His hand tightened at the back of her neck—fingers threading deep into her hair, fisting just enough to tilt her head exactly where he wanted it: chin up, mouth open, vulnerable and exposed. His other hand found her hip at last—palm spreading wide, fingers digging in pulling her flush against him until there was no space left.

No escape.

Her body met his in a slow, inevitable press—soft, full breasts crushing against his chest, nipples stiff and aching through her blouse, the unmistakable heat of his erection thick and insistent against her lower stomach, grinding through layers of fabric like a promise.

Patricia whimpered into his mouth—actually whimpered, a small, broken, needy sound she hadn’t made since she was twenty-something and reckless. Her hips rolled forward without permission—grinding once against that hard length, crotch dragging along the thick ridge of him through his pants and her clothes—before she could stop herself.

"Fuck," Phei breathed against her lips, voice rougher now, fraying at the edges. "Do that again."

She did.

Couldn’t help it.

Her body had stopped listening to reason somewhere between the first slow kiss and the deep suck on her neck.

Years of careful restraint—grading papers instead of dating, pretending the ache between her legs was just hormones and not loneliness—all of it crumbled under the simple, devastating pressure of him.

Her hips rocked again—slower this time, deliberate—chasing friction she hadn’t let herself want in so long.

She rolled forward in small, greedy circles, soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips, clit throbbing hard against the outline of his cock, slick seeping through both layers until she could feel the heat of him like he was almost inside her.

Wow, she really must have a lot of juice in there.

Her back hit the window.

Cool glass pressed against her shoulder blades through the half-open blouse—sharp contrast to the furnace of his body in front.

Trapped. Held.

Nowhere to go and nowhere she wanted to be except right here—legs trembling, arms winding tighter around his neck, tits pressed soft and full against his chest, nipples dragging against his shirt with every shallow breath.

She could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under her palms—strong, sure, nothing like the frantic racing of her own.

Phei’s hands slid down to her thighs bringing her skirt up with him.

He then lifted her in one smooth, effortless motion—like she weighed nothing—and her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, skirt riding high, thighs clamping tight around his hips.

His palms cupped her ass—kneading the bare flesh where the thong offered almost no coverage, thin lace barely a suggestion between his fingers and her skin. He squeezed once—slow and possessive—thumbs tracing the lower curve where cheek met thigh, then higher, slipping beneath the fabric to grip warm, naked skin.

The heat of her pussy pressed directly against his stomach through the damp thong—wet, throbbing, soaking the front of his uniform shirt where she ground down helplessly.

His cock strained beneath his pants—thick and heavy, just below where she hovered—close enough that every roll of her hips dragged her clit along the ridge of him through the layers. She could feel him twitch—feel the heat, the pulse—and a fresh wave of slick leaked from her, darkening the fabric between them in a spreading stain.

He wanted to thrust up—to let her feel every inch, to tear the thong aside and bury himself deep—but he held back. Kept her suspended just above it—teasing her with nearness while his hands explored the soft, generous flesh of her ass—kneading, spreading, thumbs dipping into the crease where thigh met body, brushing the soaked edge of her thong.

Patricia broke the kiss first—gasping, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny with spit.

"Phei—" Her voice cracked, raw.

She pulled back just enough to bury her face against the side of his neck—inhaling deep, greedy, shameless, nose dragging along the warm tendon, lips brushing the frantic pulse point she’d felt under his thumb earlier.

His scent flooded her: made her head spin and her pussy clench hard.

She sniffed again—longer, hungrier—nose pressed flat to his throat, breathing him in like he was oxygen and she’d been suffocating for years. A low, broken moan vibrated against his skin as hunger surged through her like wildfire.

Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt.

She ripped.

Buttons popped and scattered across the floor—tiny gunshots pinging off tile, rolling under desks, one bouncing against the leg of her chair.

Fabric tore slightly at the seams as she yanked the shirt open with desperate force, exposing the carved planes of his chest: lean, powerful muscle stretched tight over bone, deep ridges of abs flexing with every breath.

She didn’t hesitate.

Her mouth descended immediately—kissing, licking, sucking at the warm skin over his collarbone, teeth grazing the sharp ridge before her tongue traced the hollow above it. Lower—open-mouthed kisses across the hard slab of his pec, tongue flicking over a flat nipple, circling once, then sucking it into her mouth hard enough to make him hiss. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She moved to the center of his chest—pressing wet, greedy kisses everywhere she could reach, leaving a trail of lipstick marks and faint red blooms in her wake, saliva shining on his skin under the classroom lights.

Phei chuckled—low, warm, amused—the vibration rumbling through his chest under her lips, making her moan again.

"Just changed into this after ruining one with Maddie and Sierra," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "Guess the lady gets her way."

Patricia didn’t answer.

She just kissed him harder—teeth scraping the ridge of his pec, tongue tracing the line between muscle and skin—while her hips rocked again, grinding down against the thick ridge of his cock still trapped in his pants.

The friction was obscene—her soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips, clit dragging along the hard length of him through fabric, slick seeping through both layers until she could feel the heat of his pre-come soaking his pants too.

"Jesus," she gasped against his chest, voice wrecked and trembling. "How are you—"

"Gotten stronger lately," he said, hands flexing on her ass—lifting her higher so she could feel every inch of him more clearly, hot, hard, insistent, just beneath her dripping cunt.

"I noticed."

He laughed again—soft, dark, against her throat—then rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every veined inch of what waited. The thick ridge dragged along her clit through the thin barriers, making her sob—sharp, needy, hips bucking forward involuntarily.

The amber light turned gold.

The school went silent around them.

And Patricia Bloom—teacher, professional, woman who’d spent years convincing herself she didn’t need this—finally stopped pretending.

She ground down harder—hips rolling in frantic, desperate circles, chasing the friction, clit throbbing against the outline of his cock as slick poured from her, soaking his pants in a dark, spreading stain.

Her mouth attacked his chest again—sucking a nipple hard, teeth grazing, tongue lashing—while her nails raked down his abs, leaving faint red lines.

"Phei—" she gasped, voice cracking. "I need—fuck—I need you—"

He growled—low, primal—and kissed her harder, tongue thrusting deep as his hands gripped her ass tighter—lifting her, grinding her down harder on his clothed cock, the head nudging her entrance through the soaked layers like it was trying to push inside.