Jasmine's bedroom was a reflection of her personality, chaotic yet fascinating, much like the woman herself. As Noah stepped inside, the scent of lavender candles and marijuana filled the air.
She closed the door behind Noah with a soft click.
"Welcome to my lair, Professor," she purred, her voice low and inviting as she stepped backward toward the bed, each stride slow and exacting, the sway in her hips making its own invitation. "Come here, big boy. I hope you brought your appetite." Her dark eyes tracked him like prey she'd already decided was hers.
Her smooth brown skin glistening under the soft light, beckoning him to join her with a hungry look that sent a jolt of anticipation through him. "Let's see if you can back up all of that big talk."
Noah didn't need to be told twice. He slowly walked towards her, removing his shirt. One button. Then another. The faint stretch of fabric exposes lean muscle and pale scars from a violent past. Each mark, etched into his skin, created a visceral image for Jasmine that only inspired more questions about him.
"Be careful what you wish for," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I just might be too big for your appetite."
Jasmine's eyes widened with a mix of lust and curiosity as she took in the sight of him. "Oh, Professor," she breathed heavily, reaching up to run her hands across a long scar on his muscular chest. "Wow, your… I'm sure these scars come with one hell of a story. You're more interesting than I thought," she said breathlessly with excitement in her voice.
Then, with surprising strength, she pulled him down onto the bed. She smiled, like she'd won the first move in a game she'd designed. Then she began to remove her own clothes, her movements slow and deliberate.
She started with her black tank top. She lifted it slowly, a toned stomach, the subtle ridge of ab muscle. pulling it over her head to reveal her lacy black bra underneath. The thin fabric did little to hide the curves of her body, the swell of her breasts spilling over the top. She tossed the tank top aside and reached for the waistband of her blue leggings, slowly pulling them down her toned legs, revealing her smooth, brown skin inch by inch. Her black lace thong and bra were all that kept her from being completely naked.
Noah watched, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every curve and line. Jasmine's confidence was palpable, her body language exuding a sense of power and control. She knew she was beautiful, and she wanted to make sure he knew it too.
She crawled back onto the bed, her body pressed against his while straddling him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I like the way you look at me," she said, voice turning husky with anticipation. "Like you're already imagining what comes next."
He grabbed her hips, steadying her, or staking a claim, she couldn't tell. But his reaction told her that she was right.
She kissed him then. Slow, exploratory, a first taste filled with promise. When she finally pulled back, her lips were parted, and her breathing quickened. Her body wasn't just reacting; it was eager.
"Now, let me show you just how much I can handle."
Noah watched with amused anticipation as she started her exploration, her lips and hands moving over his body with a skill that left him breathless.
She planted kisses along his neck and collarbone, inhaling his intoxicating scent of leather and mint, along with a hint of some expensive cologne.
Her hands explored his firm body, and her touch sent shivers down his spine. "Mmm, Professor," she murmured against his skin. "You taste even better than I imagined."
Her kisses grew more heated, trailing down his chest as she grinds against him, her body responding to his in a way that left no doubt about her desire. Jasmine's full B-cup breasts, barely contained in her lacy black bra, pressed against his chest, the softness of her body contrasting with the hardness of his muscles. She could feel the heat building between them, the pressure of his growing erection against her core.
Noah's heart raced as he met her eyes. "Well, I can see that you're definitely hungry enough. But let's see how big our little spider's appetite really is."
"Baby, I'm starving. And I've never had a problem with a big meal," She said, voice dripping with lust. "In fact, I prefer my prey... substantial."
"Well, in that case, I guess there's only one way to find out," he said, gesturing to the bulge in his pants, a playful challenge in his voice.
Jasmine smirked devilishly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Oh, I intend to eat every inch of you, Professor," she said, slowly unzipping his pants and freeing him from the confines of his clothing. "Holy shit, looks like the professor was hiding quite the... textbook."
She let out an unintentional laugh at her own little joke before taking him into her mouth with excitement. Her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, savoring the taste of him and sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Jasmine's toned body moved with fluid grace as she worked him with her mouth, her hips swaying gently as she took him deeper.
As she filled her mouth with his member, her hands found their way to her own breasts, cupping them gently through the lace of her bra. Her thumbs lightly pinching and pulling her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned softly, sending vibrations up his shaft.
Noah watched her close her eyes and run her wet tongue along his entire length. Her face had changed from humored to a look of ecstasy as she took him deeper into her mouth. Inch by inch, her throat strained to accommodate his impressive length.
As she sucked him, Jasmine's hands roamed over her own body. One hand pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. The other journeyed down her stomach, her fingers finding the wetness between her legs. She moaned around his cock, the sound a mix of desire and anticipation. The vibration added to his pleasure as she began to stroke herself in rhythm with her sucking.
After several trips up and down his cock, she opened her eyes, which had glazed over with lust, then took the entire length of his hardened flesh into her mouth. Even with he mouth filled, and as tears started to leak from her eyes. She smiled up at him and maintained eye contact, gauging his reactions as she worked her magic.
He rewarded her with a look of genuine surprise. Impressed that she was able to take his entire length down her throat.
"You're very good at that," Noah managed to say, his voice hoarse with desire as he closed his eyes and allowed the pleasure to wash over him.
Jasmine slowly extracted his cock from her throat, leaving a thick layer of spit along its entire length. After taking a deep breath, she wiped the thin trail of drool that still connected her mouth to his cock and smiled while licking her lips.
"I'm glad you like it. But damn, how do you taste so good?" she said, while kissing and licking his member with a look of pure bliss plastered on her face. She became lost in her task as she resumed devouring his cock with renewed vigor, alternating between long sucks in her mouth and quick licks with her tongue that drove him wild.
Her hands continued to tease her own body, her fingers moving in a frenzied rhythm as she stroked her clit, the sensations building to a crescendo. In between sucking and licking him, her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.
After several minutes of her focused ministrations, Noah felt a tingling sensation building in his balls, a sign that he was close to the edge. "I'm almost there," he warned her, his voice tight with anticipation.
Jasmine felt him tense, and instead of pulling away, she doubled her efforts. Taking his twitching member deep into her mouth one final time and allowing her throat muscles to constrict around him, preparing to swallow every last drop.
Noah exploded in her mouth, his muscles tightening as he pumped thick jets of milk down her throat, the intensity of the orgasm leaving him momentarily breathless.
Jasmine swallowed eagerly, stroking his cock to coax more cum from his balls. When she was sure that he was spent, she looked up at him with satisfaction while removing his spent cock from her lips with a pop. She continued licking him to ensure she didn't miss anything before using a finger to wipe away any remaining traces of his seed from her mouth.
Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. Jasmine's eyes, dark and intense, met his, and she smiled, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "Impressive, Professor. Very impressive." She crawled up his body to press her soft flesh against his, highlighting the feeling of her full hips and the softness of her breasts. "Do you want to take a break? Maybe have another glass of wine before we move on to round two?"
Noah smiled and opened his eyes, looking at Jasmine with an intensity and passion that hadn't been there before. "What do you mean by round two? What you just did was amazing, but it was just the appetizer. Round one is about to begin. Are you ready for that, Spider?" He gestured down to his penis, which remained rock hard and seemed to have grown even larger.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "But, you just…how is that possible?"
Noah simply smiled and shrugged knowingly by way of response. While his fingers gently trace the strap of her black bra, his touch sends a shiver down her spine as they lie entwined on the bed. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow over their bodies, and the air is charged with anticipation. He plants kisses along her neck and collarbone as his dexterous hand works behind her back to undo the clasp.
Jasmine's breath hitches as the cool air meets her heated flesh, her body arching slightly to meet his touch. Noah takes his time, savoring the moment, his eyes never leaving hers as the bra finally falls away, leaving her chest bare.
His hands immediately find her perky B-cups, caressing them gently, his thumbs gently pinching her Hershey kiss nipples, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
Jasmine's own hands were not idle, exploring the hard planes of Noah's chest, feeling the tension in his muscles. His blue jeans were cast aside, and she could feel his still-hard cock pressing against her thigh. Noah's lips found hers in a deep kiss, his tongue battling hers for supremacy as his hands continued their journey, sliding down her sides, hooking into the thin fabric of her panties. With a slow, deliberate movement, he begins to slide them down. His knuckles graze the sensitive skin of her bald pussy, drawing a gasp from her as the lacey fabric is removed.
"Well, shit, Professor," she said breathlessly, using her hands to stoke his impressive manhood, marveling at its hardness. "You really are full of surprises. I've got to say, I'm impressed. And very excited."
Her words were punctuated by another deep kiss, while she repositioned herself to straddle him. Noah noticed a sticky spider thread of her own arousal glistening between her thighs as she angled herself above his impressive member. "Bring it on then. Give me all you've got."
He guides the head of his cock to her entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness that await him. As he slowly pushes in, he watches her face, seeing her brow furrow as she adjusts to his size. He pauses, allowing her to adjust, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Breathe, Jasmine," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Let me in."
Jasmine takes a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxes, allowing him to push deeper. Inch by inch, Noah feels her tighten around him, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure when their thighs finally touched. She'd taken his impressive length fully inside her. "Oh fuck," she moaned, as she paused ot catch her breath.
From his position under her, Noah starts to move. Slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. Her expression shifts from surprised and uncertain to one of pleasure, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "More," she whispers, her hips lowering to meet his thrusts.
Noah complies, increasing his pace, his hips thrusting with increasing urgency as they lose themselves in the rhythm of their passion. He feels her wet hole tighten around him, as her body prepares for its first orgasm. Her body responds to every stroke, every touch.
Seeing her rapidly approaching release, he increases his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so beautiful," he growls, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto him as he drives deeper inside of her.
Jasmine's movements became more vigorous, her body bouncing with each thrust. Noah raises his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he sucks and nips. Jasmine cries out, her head thrown back, her body moving faster, chasing the pleasure that builds with each stroke.
"Don't stop," she gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Please, Noah, don't stop."
He eagerly complies, his body responding to her every movement, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts, their bodies slick with sweat.
Jasmine's breasts, full and round, sway with each movement, her nipples hard and erect, begging for his touch. Noah's hands roam over her body, caressing her firm, round backside, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulls her closer, their bodies merging into one.
"Hssss. Oh shit, that feels good. Fuck me… You feel so damn good inside me."
While she struggles to form coherent words, Fireworks explode inside her head as a series of convulsions wrack her body. Her inner muscles clench around him, milking him, urging him deeper. Noah can feel her orgasm, the way her body trembles and shudders, the way her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. He holds her close, his arms wrapping around her, his body rocking with hers as they ride out the waves of her pleasure.
With haggard breaths, Jasmine leans down, catching his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Noah could feel her labored breathing against his neck as his cock impaled her small frame. Her insides remained tight and squeezed him rhythmically as the aftershocks of her orgasm still rolled through her body.
"Are you full already?" he asked sarcastically, smacking her soft butt, feeling her juices all over his crotch and stomach.
Jasmine panted heavily, looking up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. "Not... by a long shot," she said, nuzzling into his neck affectionately. "You've barely scratched the surface, Professor. I can take whatever you dish out." She kissed along his jawline, her breath hot against his skin. "So why don't you put that amazing body of yours to good use and show me what else you've got?"
As Noah rolls over, positioning himself on top of her, his muscular frame looms over her, casting a shadow that accentuates the chiseled lines of his body. He flexes inside her, feeling her tighten around him, and a low groan escapes his lips. "You feel incredible," he whispers, his voice husky with need.
Jasmine's breath hitches as she adjusts to the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the feeling of him inside her. Noah begins to move slowly, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, allowing her to catch her breath and enjoy the sensation of his movements. His body, slick with sweat, glistens under the soft light, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing with each thrust.
His hands explore her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before moving to her breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her lips. "More," she whispers, her voice breathless, her body arching into his touch. He complies, his pace increasing, his hips driving deeper, his body responding to her every movement.
Jasmine's hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she matches his pace, her body moving in sync with his. The room fills with the sound of wet slapping of skin against skin, punctuated by her soft gasps and moans. Her body moves with fluid grace, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Noah's body tenses, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, and Jasmine is no longer able to do anything but hold on for dear life as he proceeds to pound into her, his hips driving deep and hard. "Oh God, Noah," she cries out, her head thrown back, her body convulsing as another massive orgasm rips through her
"Holy shit," Jasmine moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. "You're going to be the death of me. But what a way to go..."
As Jasmine's body quivers with the aftershocks of her second orgasm, Noah kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Then, he leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm not finished with you yet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fuck you from behind." Jasmine's breath hitches at his words, her body already responding to the promise in his voice, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her.
Noah positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he guides himself to her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he enters her, feeling her tighten around him, her body adjusting to the new angle, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through them both. He begins to move, his hips driving deep and hard, his body pounding into hers with a relentless rhythm, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the room.
"Fuck, yes!" Jasmine cried out, her nails digging into the bedsheets as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her body bucking against his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't stop! God, you're so fucking good!"
His hands cup and squeeze her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, drawing gasps and moans from her lips, her body arching into his touch, as he continues to fuck her from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful. "You're so fucking tight," he growls, his voice strained with effort, his body responding to the sensation of her pussy tightening around him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice.
"Hold on tight," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl, as he pulled Jasmine up, her back pressing against his chest as he continued to fuck her from behind, his body driving into hers with a force that leaves her breathless, her body no longer her own as she surrenders to the pleasure that floods through her veins.
Jasmine panted, her body slick and hot against his. "Bring it on," she said, a defiant smirk on her lips despite her obvious fatigue. "I'll hold on as long as you can. Let's see who breaks first," her eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and desire.
His lips find hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of their bodies, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in sync to the rhythm of their clashing bodies. Jasmine's hands grip his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to match his pace, her body slick with sweat, her movements fluid but desperate.
Unhindered by the potential of Jasmine's neighbors overhearing the raw, unbridled need that consumed them both. The echo of her gasps and moans creates a symphony of desire and pleasure that reverberates through the thin walls of her apartment.
"Oh fuck, Professor!" Jasmine gasped, surprise and pleasure mixing in her voice. "What are you… ahhh!" Her body tenses as a new wave of sensation crashes over her.
Noah increases the speed of his thrusts, his body driving into hers with a force that leaves her breathless, her body no longer her own as she surrenders to the pleasure that floods through her veins.
"Yes, yes, YES! OH FUCKKK!!" Jasmine screamed in pleasure, her body quivering uncontrollably as her cries filled the room and she reached yet another climax. This time, so intense that it left her screaming, her body convulsing with the force of it.
Noah feels her orgasm, feels her body tighten around him, and he sees the evidence of her pleasure, her juices squirting from her pussy, onto the sheets, and leaking down her thighs.
"Holy shit... Professor... that was..." she trailed off, lost in post-orgasmic bliss, her body limp and spent, her limbs trembling with aftershocks, her skin flushed and glowing, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
Noah cradled her fatigued body against his large frame, keeping her fully impaled on his still-hard penis, his body still tense with need. "It was amazing," he said, his voice hoarse with exertion. "But it's not over yet."
Jasmine managed a weak smile over her shoulder, "I don't know if I can take any more," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You've worn me out." She laughed softly, still catching her breath. "Maybe we should call it a night?"
While remaining inside of her, Noah turned her around and gently placed her down on her bed. Looking deep into her eyes, he began to slowly remove his still-hard cock from her quivering pussy, inch by inch, the sensation drawing a whimper from her lips, leaving a void where he once filled her.
"Is that what you want, my little spider?" he asked, his voice low and intense, while his eyes remained dark with desire, his body poised and ready, his muscles coiled with anticipation.
Jasmine whimpered softly, her body aching for his return, her lower lips clenching, seeking to pull him back in. "No, wait..." she reached for him, trying to keep him inside. "Please... I need you." She looked up at him pleadingly, vulnerability shining in her eyes.
"Haven't you had enough? I thought you were full?" Noah asked, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, his body taut and ready, his cock throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Jasmine shook her head, reaching for him again, her body responding to his, her nipples hardening. "No," she said, her voice again filled with determination. "I want more." She pulled him back down onto her, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. "Please give me more... Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside of me."
Hearing her words stoked his passion into a bonfire, his body responding to her every movement, his hips grinding against hers, his cock pulsing with need. Noah's lips hungrily devour hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of their bodies, his teeth nipping at her lips, drawing a moan from deep within her throat. He resumed his vigorous assault on her pussy, his own release building with each thrust, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck Yes! Harder! Deeper!" Jasmine moaned into the kiss, meeting his passion with equal fervor, her body urging him on with her movements and words.
He thrust and thrust and thirsted again with all his strength. Once, twice, three times, Noah felt another orgasm and another series of convulsions overtake her body, her cries of pleasure filling the room, her body bucking against his, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red marks in their wake.
Jasmine collapses, her body limp and spent, lost in post-orgasmic bliss, her limbs trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her body slick with sweat, her skin flushed and glowing, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated, a contented smile playing on her lips.
"I'm almost there," he said, looking down at the glossy-eyed mess that had become of the strong, confident black girl, his voice hoarse with exertion, his body tensing, his cock throbbing, ready to explode. "I'm going to fill you up. Are you ready for it?"
Jasmine, barely coherent, managed to gasp out, "Do it! Paint my insides white! Fill me up!" She clung desperately to him, encouraging him to follow her over the edge, toward his own climax.
"YESSSS!" Noah grunted in ecstasy as he thrust one last time, forcing his entire length as deep as possible into Jasmine's womb, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing. Pump after pump, what felt like a gallon of cum erupted into the smaller woman, filling her to the brim, her body quivering, her pussy clenching, milking him for every last drop, her cries of pleasure mingling with his grunts of satisfaction.
Jasmine's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she reveled in the feeling of his orgasm, her body convulsing with the force of it. "Oh my god, that feels so good," she said whistfully, while her hungry lower lips gleefully drank every last drop.
Noah's breathing was heavy as he looked down to see his cock still buried inside of Jasmine's beautiful, quivering body, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"That was... incredible," Jasmine said, slowly coming down from her high, her mind still a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. She gazed up at him adoringly. "I don't even know what to say. That was… just… wow."
Noah chuckled, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Do you see what I mean, my little spider? You can't even fathom the hunger of a true predator."
Jasmine shook her head in amazement, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I guess I stand corrected. You truly are a force to be reckoned with," she said, stretching languidly, feeling deliciously sore in places she didn't know existed.
He stroked a few strands of sweat-soaked blond hair away from her face. "But seriously though, you're the one who surprised me."
With their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged, lost in the aftermath of their passion. Jasmine smiles up at him, happy for the compliment. "So, what's next for tonight?"
Noah pulled her close, cradling her in his arms as he replied, "Next, we sleep. I've worked you hard tonight, little spider. But it seems you have the appetite for it. So I guess you can continue to play your little games and spin your webs."
Jasmine had a happy smile on her face. "I told you I knew what I was doing," She said while snuggling into his side, "So do you want to stay over for tonight?
"Do you want me to?" Noah asked playfully.
"Yes, I'd like that very much, Professor," she said, placing a soft kiss on his chest.
"Then I will. Goodnight and Sweet dreams, Spider." Noah whispered
"Goodnight," She mumbled, slowly drifting off to sleep while touching his penis, marveling at how it remained partially erect for a while longer; a testament to his insatiable appetite.
As Jasmine fell asleep, Noah stared at the ceiling and counted his lies. All for a mission that had somehow become everything and nothing. He eventually drifted off to sleep while hearing Alexa's voice whisper, "When you lose track of your purpose, you're not a spy anymore. You're just a sociopath with good organizational skills."