Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 266: Gym Love (R-18)

"That’s none of your business," she spat. "Now let me go!"

Jacob looked at her and took a deep, deep, breath, and she got out of his grasp while he was distracted.

Jacob froze in place, gritting his teeth a bit, his eyes following her as she rushed to take her bag, no doubt in an attempt to leave him.

But how could Jacob allow this? If he let her go now, he knew he’d never be able to have a chance with her again! Not unless she broke up with whoever she was dating!

At this, he went in front of her, taking full advantage of their physical advantages to block her way.

"Fine, at least cool down. Or else your body will hurt tomorrow."

"No, it should be f—" she gasped when his strong hands found her arm, gently nudging her to the corner.

"Let me help you," Jacob said, taking out a rolled mat. "Come here."

"Do you want to be able to move tomorrow or not?"

"I don’t mind. It’s better than—"

"Please, Khalifa," he said, shoulders slumped. "I’m asking you this for your own good."

Khalifa looked at him guardedly, but her eyes met his. His handsome face seemed to show a hint of hurt, and she inexplicably couldn’t bear to leave.

So… she succumbed in the end. "No funny business. Or I’ll leave," she said as she sat down on the mat and did some stretching with his assistance.

It started out innocently, with him helping push her to max the activity. He would hold her shoulder and gently push her in position, he would hold her feet, and would hold her arms…

Khalifa was a little red, feeling the calluses on his hand, and feeling the warmth of his palm.

Vaguely, she felt she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t help but want to feel more of his hands on her—

She gasped when his hand suddenly groped her breast.

"Where are you touching?!" she yelled, trying to pull it away, but he squeezed his breast instead.

"Ahn…!" She moaned, and she squealed when he pinched her clothed nipple between his fingers.

He leaned down and licked her ears. "That boyfriend of yours…" he paused, lapping her ears and making her whimper.

"You can’t introduce him, did he tell you he’s your boyfriend?"

Khalifa couldn’t answer. The way he was playing with her breast wasn’t helping her think clearly.

"Answer me, please, Khalifa…"

"N-No… ah~"

Jacob’s hand snuck under her shirt, lifting it up with her bra.

"You!!"

"Is he in a relationship?" he asked, continuing with his questioning, rubbing his finger on her tip.

"Hng… No…"

"He’s not. He may be just sleeping with you, without strings."

This made her frown, turning her head a bit to glare at him. "The professor isn’t like that!"

"Professor?" he mused, thinking of which one, and the answer easily came to him. "Professor Cauis?!"

"How did you know?" she asked and turned, though quickly distracted by his skillful play of her mounds.

Jacob pushed down the fire of jealousy and simply kissed the side of her lips he could access. "Men know Men," was all he said, while his calloused fingers crept down her stomach, entered her shorts, going straight to her bud.

"Ah! No… stop… ah…." she moaned as she tried to struggle, though a bit halfheartedly.

Jacob intensified his movements, adding another finger, moving them in a sensual pumping motion. At some point, they had laid down, with some of Jacob’s weight on her back as he pleasured her like this.

Squelch, squelch, squelch

Her struggles became less and less until all he could hear was her moans.

Jacob’s eyes were dark as he focused on pleasuring her, making sure she didn’t think of struggling anymore…

Squelch, squelch, squelch

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Jacob’s movements became wilder the more he thought of her relationship. In his mind, he would wonder if that man did the same thing, how far they have gone, and if that man had seen her lustful face often.

Squelch, squelch, squelch

"Ha… ah… ah… AH!!" she yelled as she came, and Jacob made a point to continuously wipe her slit.

"Ah, so much love juice…" he said, his hot breath all over her ears and neck.

She could hear the movement of the garter and her eyes widened. She immediately struggled again.

"No…"

"That’s not fair, Khalifa," he said. "I made you cum, and you made me hard!"

"I… I’ll help you…" she mumbled, thinking of just using her hands and get it over with.

"You will," he said, abruptly pulling her shorts down and releasing his giant that she could now feel between her legs.

She squeaked in shock, looking down at the length between her thighs.

"!!!"

"You!!" She yelled, but her eyes stayed on the shaft.

The professor’s thing was longer, but Jacob’s was much wider.

At the back of her mind, she was curious what it was like to put inside, but she stopped her thoughts before it could completely reach her conscious so she still struggled to get out of the situation.

…until his rough fingers started playing with her nub while he masturbated with her legs, of course.

"Ha… ah…"

"N-No, I… haa…"

She moaned and mewled as continuous bursts of pleasure muddled her brain, and soon she succumbed to Jacob’s continuous movement, not noticing how his weight was mostly on her and how his shaft was slowly changing angles.

When it suddenly plunged inside, she could only scream. "Ahhhh!"

"Wuuu," she sobbed, "What are you—"

Her words were cut when his lips landed on hers. He turned her to the side and began moving and soon the ecstasy made her forget she shouldn’t be doing this!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"A-Ah… No…"

"Ha…. Ahn.. ahh, ah!"

Jacob continued to thrust in and out of her, eyes shut and gritting his teeth, just following his instincts.

"Ah, Khalifa… so good, ugh!"

It felt even better than his dreams and he felt like he could die like this!

Jacob continued to ram into her for dozens of thrusts until his hips buckled, his love juices bursting like a broken hose.

She gasped as his sizable load filled her up, her body twitching in pleasure as she took in his load with her womb.

The sweating Jacob looked at the woman under him. She was flushed and dazed, looking a little confused at what she just did, but also liking it at the same time.

Panting, he leaned down to capture her parted lips.

"Who did it better?"

Khalifa was dazed, lips still drooling from the passionate kiss. "I… I like them both…"

She wasn’t being political. She really genuinely liked them both.

Jacob heaved a deep breath, burying his head on her shoulder. "Greedy woman," he said with an exasperated tone of voice that made her feel very guilty.

"I’m sorry…"

"Not going to break up with the professor?"

She shook her head.

"Fine," he said with gritted teeth, and his hips started moving again, and leaning down to lightly bite her lips.

"Then you better sleep with me whenever I want..." he said, moving his hips to make his point.

Her mouth parted as she moaned, blankly listening to his words.

"If you don’t want him to find out what we’re doing, that is."