Novels by chukwumajessica28

Zara I left his apartment with the faint sting of his kiss still on my neck and the heavy buzz of the transfer he sent sitting in my account. My night was marvelous. The next afternoon my phone lit up. Caleb sent me a message. ‘Caleb: Come over tonight.’I stared at the message until the screen dimmed. The lie I had told my friend about a research deadline was still sitting in our chat. I had kept the night free for Caleb. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, then I typed, “sure.”I took a cab and got to his house. When he opened the door there were no books on the table. He looked at me for a second, then pulled me inside, gripping my waist. He forced me to hug him, ensuring my body pressed on his. He locked the door. He tendered a soft kiss to my neck. He didn’t speak.His hands went to the buttons of my blouse, unbuttoning them each until the fabric slipped from my shoulders. I felt the cool air on my skin as he pushed the blouse down my arms and let it fall. He reached behin

The semester results were out. The portal just posted at 9:14 a.m.I refreshed the page quite a number of times before the grades finally loaded. I scrolled till I saw Caleb Moreau. WTF??. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He scored 38%? My heart hit my ribs. I meant it when I said he had been improving. The last practice essay he wrote under my eye was solid. There was no freaking way he scored that low unless he wanted to.I waited until office hours, then sent him a single message. ‘Come to my office now!”He showed up twenty minutes later. He shook his hands in his pockets. So unbelievable. I got up and closed the door harder.“You did this on purpose. Didn’t you?.”“Yeah…I did.” He didn’t deny it. He just leaned against the edge of my desk and looked at me so nonchalantly. “Are you out of your mind?” I asked furiously. Cause I knew the efforts his dad and I put through just enough so he could pass. “I needed a reason for you to keep coming over,” he said so unbothered. “If I pas

ZaraThe routine settled faster than I expected.Each session now begins the same way. Each time I knocked, Caleb would open the door half naked and smirking.He would command me to drop to my knees and suck his dick in his room before a single book was opened. He called it “clearing his head.” I called it survival.The money was too good to refuse.He always makes demands; “Wear something nicer next time. That blouse makes you look like a librarian who hates men.” “Stay an extra hour. I’ll add it to the rate.”Today was another session with him. After I was done dressing up, I quickly remembered him saying “Don’t wear a bra on wednesday. I want to see your nipples when you lean over the notes.”He made me cancel two shifts at the campus café without telling anyone why. He pays me more than the café pays in a week. With his help, I could afford all my bills without owing a penny. But still, my conscience judged me more than ever. Each time I swallowed his cum and wiped my mouth, a sm

ZaraHe leaned forward to me. “Everything’s negotiable when you need money, Zara. You think I don’t see how stressed you looked ? You’re drowning and I know. I’m offering a life raft. Take it or keep eating your fucking noodles.”I stood. My hands were shaking in dilemma. “You’re disgusting.”“Seriously, I am?…but you’re still here.” He said mockingly and sat back, spread his thighs wider, and hooked a thumb in the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. It was already half-hard, thick, the head flushed. “This is your Last chance. Do this and I will double your money or you walk out and stay poor forever.” Gosh. I guess I just have to suck his cock.Despite hating him, I hated the way my lips watered seeing his cock. On a second thought, I would do it. The money he was offering would cover rent and then other bills, so yeah.I dropped to my knees between his legs.Caleb exhaled a soft, triumphant laugh. “Good girl. Now open up and earn it.” He g

Zara At 25, I was a graduate teaching assistant living on instant noodles, black coffee, and an exhausted kind of life that kept me showing up to teach other people’s children while my life was quietly drowning. My rent due is ten days late. My Landlord insisted I vacate if I don’t pay in due time. The campus café, my last reliable source of income had just cut my hours for the third time this semester. So when the department forwarded a private tutoring request from one of my failing undergraduates, my first instinct was to delete it cause I already worked too hard for too little. But on a second thought, I saw the rate he was offering, and the number made me stop scrolling. A whole fucking 5000 dollars?!His name is Caleb Moreau. A 20 years old arrogant student. He’s from a wealthy family. The kind of rich that didn’t just show it announced itself. He has been failing my seminar and never cared. He’s stinking rich after all. But Last week, his dad got bothered and threatened to

HexaI loved how he fucked me gently. “I’m going to take my time… let you feel every inch.” He kept hitting that sweet spot steady by steady. “We’re supposed to be done with this assignment… but your pussy is already wetter than the notes.” He said then kissed my throat.“We should… focus…” I swallowed my spit hard. He bit my neck a little, then sucked it. “Look…I am focusing on. Just not on the paper.”He said, placing one hand on my boobs and gripping it hard. The tension felt delicious. “Ethan… someone could… ahhh fuck.” I moaned slowly because he moved his thrust a bit harder and faster. The wet fucking sounds got so loud in the room. “No one’s here. Just take these cock like a good girl and forget the assignment for a minute.”“Ah ah ah…nghhh. Oh yeah ahhh.” I moaned louder because he came faster. “You love when I lose control, don’t you?” he growled, gripping my thigh and pushing it higher so he could drive deeper. “Feel that? That’s what happens when you pretend we’re on