Chapter 9: Lisa – Part 1 (R18)

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*Ding-Dong~!*

Max wanted to open the Cads, but someone rang the bell, as Isabella wasn't there because she had issues to resolve at her parents' house, he was alone and would have to answer the door.

"Teacher Lisana, why are you here?" Max asked.

"I came for a school visit, I haven't had a chance to talk to you about the future yet." She seemed to be making a silly excuse.

"Oh... Alright, come in." Max did not refuse her visit.

"You live here?" Teacher Lisana asked as Max led her into the room.

The modern furniture in wood and black leather was softened by other potted plants. The room was moderately large. Lights flickered below.

Lisana looked around and saw another room through the half-open door. The part she saw was full of books.

"Is this a library?" She asked.

"My room," Max replied.

"I see, you are very hardworking." She smiled.

Of course, he didn't say he bought a lot of books initially because he wanted to unlock the system. That's why he was broke for the last few days...

"Here, teacher, drink some water." Max gave her a glass of water.

"Thanks." She accepted and sat down on the sofa.

After drinking the water, she suddenly got up and wanted to leave: 'Honestly, what am I doing? He is my student!'

Max looked at her strangely.

"Teacher?"

"Oh, just call me Lisana or Lise." Biting her lip she said.

If Max didn't understand even now, he would be a fool, because of the situation and even more so with the beautiful teacher, Max was excited.

He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. She could feel his hardness through his pants.

He muttered. "Now…now, I want you."

"On here?" She asked. Where had her boldness gone? She felt like a mouse at the mercy of the cat again.

"Here, everywhere, anywhere. I don't care, I just need you."

And just like that, she was no longer a mouse. Not a dog. She was Lisana, and she was this man's object of desire.

He kissed her. They were alone and she wanted to see and have every bit of him.

The kiss was the best she had ever had in her life. It was inexplicable, sweet, gentle, aggressive, all together, at the same time unforgettable.

She pushed his coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. Max struggled with the buttons on his cuffs and with a groan of frustration, he ripped them off.

Finally, he was naked and her hands were caressing his skin, it was warm and smooth like polished wood. Muscles twitched at her touch. She touched his whole body. She followed the contours of his broad shoulders, the rise, and dip of the muscles of his abdomen, the extension of his chest. She looked at his fair skin, her tight nipples.

He let her look, perhaps aware that she needed to drink him. She continued to walk her hand over his body. She hadn't just admired him.

"God, Lisa," Max grumbled. "Kiss me again. You're torturing me."

She smiles, she couldn't help it. Was she torturing? Was she the petty little Lisa torturing this Greek God? It was laughable. But she wasn't laughing. Her mouth was too busy kissing him.

He opened her dress and took the straps off her shoulders. She stood before him in her bra, shoes, and lingerie. She saw that she was the focus of his analysis. She looked as if it had been created for him, his eyes blazing.

"You're beautiful," Max muttered once more. He kissed her again, harder and fiercer.

It felt like he was more tactile than visual as his hands began to caress her back, shoulders, hips, and thighs. Then he caught her and lifted her.

She wrapped her legs around him, didn't stop kissing him, and let him take her.

They entered a room and he gently laid her on the bed. "You've been driving me crazy for months," he said pulling away to admire her.

Her face heats up under his gaze. She tried to cover herself, but he took her hand.

"No. Don't hide from me. Your body is magnificent and deserves to be seen and admired. But only for me." He knelt on the bed, one knee on either side of her hip, and leaned over her, his hands on the mattress at the height of her head. . He still had his pants on and seemed to be in a hurry to remove them.

She opened the button and zipper and tried to get her pants off. He gave her a wry smile and got up to take it off. He also took off his underwear and threw them on the floor along with his pants.

She licked lips that were now dry. 'Oh God. He is really big.'

His long, thick cock was erect and ready to take action. She swallowed and looked at him.

He smiled that predatory smile again.

"Your turn," he said taking care of her panties.