She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 390: Hungry For More

With the glass door sliding closed behind the hotel staff woman, the moans and those wet, obscene noises from the Presidential Suite kept drifting plainly across the frosted divider.

Those sounds ignited like sparks on parched kindling.

Siobhan’s breaths came quicker and shallower. She leaned tighter against Howard, her fingers trailing down his torso to boldly cup the swelling in his pants.

Howard reacted at once, his palms wandering hungrily across her curves, kneading her rear and drawing her snug against his frame.

The bold, guttural cries and eager growls from the neighboring space drove them into feverish action.

Their fingers roamed with wild need, diving beneath garments, caressing, fondling, desperate to seize even a hint of the fierce passion echoing around them.

"Mmm..." Siobhan sighed as Howard’s palms firmly seized her breasts, kneading them through the sheer material of her gown.

The racket from next door had emboldened her. She clutched his hair firmly and drew his face nearer, her tone thick with desire.

"Please, darling... eat me!"

Howard sank to his knees there on the terrace, his ego smarting. He refused to let his lady crave whatever frenzy unfolded nearby.

He hiked Siobhan’s dress roughly up to her hips, snagged a finger in her underwear, and tugged it aside.

Without pause, he plunged his face into her legs and devoured her fiercely... tongue flicking wildly, mouth pulling greedily, striving to rival the lewd slurps wafting from the Presidential Suite.

Siobhan drew in a sharp breath at first, her digits weaving into his locks.

For several moments she valued the attempt; she truly craved this.

Yet as Howard’s motions persisted... keen yet awkward, monotonous, devoid of true tempo or finesse... the fire dimmed swiftly.

She struggled even to groan convincingly.

The sharp difference struck her deeply. The lady next door wailed as if ravaged by a famished beast, whereas Howard’s efforts seemed merely passable.

Siobhan’s thoughts drifted to the youthful, assured fellow nearby.

What feats was he performing on that woman to elicit such shrieks? The notion sparked an unwanted thrill along her back.

She shut her eyes, attempting to zero in on the audio crossing the barrier... listening intently for names or hints revealing their identities. Yet the voices remained too winded, too immersed in ecstasy. No details emerged.

Then rang out another piercing, fractured wail... primal and womanly, chased by a prolonged, quivering sob as the female climaxed intensely.

Following that, the voices softened bit by bit. The slick, steady slaps ceased.

Siobhan grasped it instantly. They were heading indoors... likely for the true showdown.

The idea sent another tremor through her, blending shadowy intrigue with sour letdown.

She glanced at Howard below, still kneeling, laboring earnestly amid her thighs, tongue thrusting with desperate zeal to drive her over the edge.

She’d long convinced herself his talents sufficed. But this evening, they rang hollow. Pitiful, almost.

The term resounded harshly in her head.

After a bit more of his ardent yet futile toil, Siobhan softly pulled Howard’s head away by the strands, making him meet her gaze.

"Baby..." she murmured gently, pasting on a tender grin despite the weight of letdown in her heart, "I’m actually starving right now. Let’s call for room service and dine first, alright?"

***

"How was it, my dear professor?" Alex breathed, an arm wrapping to claim her breast dominantly. "Was I capable enough?"

Heena pivoted to face him, her gaze foggy with bliss, mouth agape as though words escaped her. Her form revealed everything instead.

Her limbs failed her. One instant she clung to the balustrade, legs quaking around Alex’s face... the next, her stance crumbled and she slumped down powerlessly.

Her naked backside hit the chilly terrace tiles with a faint, surprised inhale. She reclined, propping her head on the metal guardrail while her bosom rose and fell sharply.

Her breaths were deep, harsh, uneven gulps, just as if she’d sprinted a grueling race... and triumphed.

A dreamy, euphoric grin curved her mouth. Every taunt, every stretch of bottled-up longing and ignored yearning... they’d dissolved in that one shattering peak. In their stead smoldered something riskier: a fierce, throbbing hunger for greater depths.

She gradually raised her eyes to the culprit.

'What must he think of me now?' she pondered, a stab of mortification knotting her gut. She’d peaked so violently she’d crumpled at his feet like a frantic, deprived slut.

The poised facade she’d upheld before her pupils lay in ruins.

Alex dropped to one knee before her, his features shiny with her essence.

His lips, chin, and even sections of his cheeks were smeared with her white, creamy release. The scene triggered a new surge of mortification rushing through her.

He was her student—her far younger student—now drenched in her cum from feasting on her so brazenly beneath the vast night sky.

"I was enough, I guess," he grinned, leaning in closer, his gaze shadowed by raw desire and contentment.

Slowly, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, though it barely erased the telltale marks.

"You sounded so fucking hot when you came, Professor," he breathed, his tone husky and gravelly, lips grazing her earlobe. "Was it just me... or did knowing that your husband is right here make you even more horny?"

"N-no... It’s not like that... I didn’t—" she stuttered, out of breath, her words quivering and scarcely audible. Her face blazed fiercer as the denial spilled forth, feeble and unpersuasive even to herself.

Alex grasped her burning cheeks in both hands and captured her lips in a profound kiss before she could continue.

Their kiss unfolded languidly, sloppily, intensely personal. She tasted the remnants of his bold indulgence on her, but she clung to the liplock, swept up in the lingering ecstasy and the taboo rush.

As they pulled apart at last, a delicate thread of saliva blended with her slickness bridged their mouths for an instant before snapping.

Heena's breaths remained ragged, her exposed thighs glistening and shaky. With drowsy, half-shut eyes, she gazed up at Alex.

"Don’t worry," Alex murmured, his voice deep, sinister, laced with devilish intent while nuzzling her ear. "We’ve only just started. And he’s not going anywhere tonight."

His palm drifted down, fingertips softly gliding over her drenched inner thigh, sending tremors through her.

"And I’m going to make you scream in ways you’ve never screamed for him. I’ll let him hear the voice you’ve never let him hear... the real you, breaking apart for me."

Heena squeezed her eyes shut, her thoughts overwhelmed by taboo visions... her body draped over this railing, shrieking without control as Alex thrust into her fiercely from behind, all while Howard watched. The idea pulsed her clit and snagged her breath.

Yet the reverie broke instantly when powerful hands seized her hips. Alex hoisted her smoothly onto her feet, molding her frame against his own.

"I’ll do everything you’re imagining... and more," he purred, tone heavy with mirth, "but let’s eat something first, shouldn’t we?"

A quiet, throaty laugh rumbled from him, perceptive and intimate, as though he'd glimpsed every naughty notion dancing behind her lids.

Heena's eyes widened in humiliation. She swung a light swat at his chest in jest, her hand connecting softly with his shirt.

"Alex!" she whispered sharply, blending reproach with giggles even as heat trailed down her throat. "You’re impossible."