Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 24: Addicting (R-18)



[Sorry. The person you are calling is currently unavailable]

Beep!

Inside a dark room lit with a mere lamp, a certain brunette stared at his home for a while, before heaving a sigh and placing the mobile on the side table.

Cauis gripped the bed sheet and brought it to his nose. It still had her scent: clean and refreshing.

As he sat on the side of the bed, he couldn’t help but feel melancholic. He could still remember their moments there just a day prior. The sex, the cuddles, and the heart-to-heart talks…

He thought he found his soulmate.

Maybe he did, but it seemed it wasn’t the same to her.

He looked at the 19 missed calls he sent to her the past few hours.

"Where are you?" He asked out loud, looking at the phone screen with her photo on it. "What are you doing?"

He couldn’t help but recall her casual attitude towards him, and a dark hypothesis began forming but he just refused to acknowledge it.

He called again, hoping she was just busy... studying or something.

Looking at the number of missed calls he had made, he sighed.

To think he’d get addicted to a girl ten years younger than him.

***

At this time, Khalifa was indeed working.

Currently, she sat a meter away from her student, both of them almost naked with books in front of them, only towels covering them.

Jacob’s eyes couldn’t separate from her beautiful breasts, bouncing as she walked around him while she monitored his progress.

He really wanted to pull down that damned towel covering his view.

She tilted his head back to the book. "You can’t do it again unless you memorize all of this by heart."

Jacob looked at the book in despair. He whipped his head to her, attempting to negotiate, but Khalifa didn’t let him.

Instead, she leaned over and he turned his head to capture as much of her scent as he could.

Jacob gaped and he accidentally crumpled the paper he was holding.

She chuckled and whispered hotly in his ears. "If you do all these well..." She licked his ears. "I’ll even give you a handjob."

He gulped and looked at her in anticipation. It was established that Khalifa didn’t like doing much ’work’ in bed.

A hand job was an honor.

With renewed enthusiasm, he turned back to his books, studying very hard.

He couldn’t help but look at his erect shaft.

Very hard, indeed.

In any case, Jacob’s grades would really improve in the exams that week, and Khalifa would receive a very large bonus.

The hand jobs were really well-spent.

***

The next morning, Khalifa was woken up by someone pumping inside of her. Half-asleep she could feel her inner walls being harassed, quicker and quicker, harder and harder.

She was spooned from behind by his firm body, but their lower areas were connected and was very active.

Slap slap slap

"Ughnnn…"

She was a little uncomfortable at first, but it didn’t take long for her to feel the pleasure.

Her eyelids were still heavy, and she was too lazy to move, so she really didn’t.

However, she really liked the length inside of her, and she constricted her vaginal meat there, wrapping around the ’alarm clock’ pistoning passionately inside of her.

The man grunted as she squeezed his member, and his movements got even faster and harder.

"Ah, Ah, Ah,"

"Khalifa… khalifa…" a hot whisper panted against her ears. As he was chanting her name, his hips continued to thrust behind her with extreme passion and enthusiasm.

He pumped and pumped, changing positions several times, until her legs were resting above his shoulders as he squeezed her with his body weight.

Clap, clap, clap

"Khalifa.. ahhh…" He groaned out, masculine voice breathless in his calls.

Clap, clap, clap

By the time he poured his essence in her, she was fully awake, and they were both gasping for air.

"Good morning!" He breathed out, placing a heavy peck on her lips. She smiled.

"Hmmm…"

She then pushed him away so she could get up. She did manage to push him off, but his strong arms already wrapped around her and he comfortably settled with his head on her back.

She rolled her eyes and took her phone out of her bag to check the time, only to see 26 missed calls from the professor.

Khalifa flinched. She had set her phone on silent, and didn’t hear it at all.

Coincidentally, at this moment, her phone started buzzing again.

She sat upright, startling Jacob, and he watched her movement with deep eyes.

"Professor?" She voiced out, and there is silence in the other line. She repeated twice and thought he may have pressed wrongly. But before she could cut the call, his baritone voice sounded inside her ears.

"Good morning, my love."

"Good morning, professor."

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

She blinked at the question, giving Jacob a glance. "Not yet." She said.

"Can I bring you breakfast?"

"I... I rather go there, instead."

"Good." The man warmly said. "Shall I pick you up?"

"No, thank you, professor."

Jacob wrapped his arms around her possessively, his lips resting on her shoulders.

He could hear the other man’s voice and his instincts told him this was a formidable rival.

He placed kisses on her neck and licked her ears as she spoke to the other man, his hands playing with her breast and clitoris.

She flinched, trying not to make a sound as he pleasured her, not wanting to alert the other man.

It just made his movements even wilder.

He pushed her down the bed, and she was now on her side with the phone in her ears, while he was doing his best to distract her.

He bent down from behind and his hand lifted her hand behind his neck. He leaned down to reach her breast, delivering it to his mouth, sucking.

"Uhmn—"

"Khalifa?"

"Y-Yes, professor…?"

"Are you alright?"

Jacob put pressure on her lower bud, and Khalifa’s head arched and the back of her head hit his chest. "Hmmn—Yes, professor."

"..."

"Is there someone with you now?"

"Yes, professor." She uttered breathlessly and paused when she realized what she just said.

She frowned, feeling guilty, but... she didn’t explain herself.

There was an ominous silence on the other side, and Khalifa thought he could be thinking of how to insult her.

To her surprise, the man’s voice was calm, albeit it took a while before he finally spoke.

"But you can still have breakfast here, correct?"

"What?"

"You will still have breakfast here?"

A pause, but Khalifa’s eyes warmed unconsciously, and her reaction stung Jacob’s eyes.

"Yes." She said, relieved.

"I will cook you your favorite breakfast." He said, and she couldn’t help but smile.

At this moment, three fingers entered her folds, pumping, wildly digging out her essence.

She gasped and gathered enough coherency before speaking. "I...I would love t-hat professor.."

"... Well. See you then."

"O-Okay."

Another pause, before his handsome voice sounded in her ears.

"I am waiting for you."

****

The moment the phone call cut, Jacob rotated so she was down on her knees, lifting her buttocks up.

Without further ado, he inserted his member from behind, entering her luscious folds.

The sensual electricity rose up their spine and they gasped at the same time.

After gathering himself, Jacob began to move his hips and grinded his member in her insides. He pistoned faster and faster, trying to vent his boiling anger.

He watched as some of the soft muscles in her vagina stuck to his member when he pulled back, as if reluctant to part with him.

He loved the sight and this position so he maintained it for as long as he could.

Slap slap slap

In out in out

In out

"ah! ah! ah!"

He watched as his crotch hit her plump buttocks, and he could see her breast moving erotically with their movements.

He leaned down to grab them, with only one hand on the headboard supporting his whole weight, he pumped and pumped and pumped.

Clap, clap, clap

"Hnngg!!" Khalifa moaned, losing strength in her arms so her buttocks were now lifted even higher, giving him a new angle to take advantage of.

Unable to hold himself, he couldn’t help but move wilder.

"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned while he let out guttural groans, like the beast that he was.

After several minutes—too early, Jacob thought—the two finally let out erotic screams, along with a new batch of essence.

***

Some time later, Jacob embraced her tightly as she gestured to get up and prepare for her next date.

"Can you not go?" Jacob asked as he wrapped his large arms around her. His voice was shaky, begging.

In an attempt to keep her longer, he crazily kissed every part of her skin he had access to.

He kissed her shoulder, he kissed her neck, her ears, her lips, and then her breasts.

’Make her feel good,’ he told himself. ’Maybe she will stay.’

"Jacob." She said with a sigh, patting his head.

She then gently lifted his head buried in her bosoms, so she could look him in the eye.

"Remember what we talked about?"

He pressed his lips together, his handsome brows furrowed in pain.

Of course he did, that was why he felt like crying.

She felt a little sad for him. But she also needed to be stern.

She had grown up in a world where polyamory was the norm, she couldn’t change it for any man.

She didn’t want to.

"Jacob…"

"Fine." He spat out, eyes filled with reluctance.

He still couldn’t help but meet her lips however, his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth, his hands caressing all they could to express his reluctance.

But he let go in the end, because if he held on, she might escape from him forever.

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