تسجيل الدخولMy stomach twisted so hard that I thought I might faint.For a second, I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think.Couldn’t move.This was one of my students. Oh God, what was he doing here?Mark stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, his athletic frame filling the space like he owned it. His black jacket hung open, his hair slightly damp like he’d just come from training.His eyes moved again.Slowly.Deliberately.From my face to my body.Heat flooded my body instantly.I yanked the robe tighter around myself.“Mark,” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. “Turn around.”He didn’t.Didn’t even blink.Instead, one corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, crooked grin.“Well,” he said casually, leaning against the doorframe like this was the most normal thing in the world. “This is definitely not how I expected my night to go.”My pulse pounded violently in my ears.“What are you doing here?” I demanded.His gaze dragged down my body again, completely unapologetic.“Same question, C
Bailey POVBy the time I parked outside the lounge, there was no turning back.The building looked nothing like the cheap club I had imagined. Soft lighting spilled from the entrance, and the place had an expensive, quiet feel that made my nerves twist tighter.I walked in, gave Lola’s name at the desk, and was pointed down a hallway toward a dressing room.No fuss.No questions.Just business.Inside the room, Lola’s bag sat waiting on the table. I unzipped it and stared at what she’d packed.Tiny black straps. A platinum wig. An eye mask.I let out a short breath.“Lord help me.”Getting dressed didn’t take long, but it felt strange, like putting on someone else’s life. The outfit barely covered anything, hugging tight in places I wasn’t used to showing.When I finally looked up at the mirror, I stopped.Not for long.Just enough.Phillip’s voice echoed in my head.Tiny breasts.Flat ass.Too masculine.My gaze moved slowly over my reflection.He was wrong.Completely wrong.My body
Bailey POVI pulled into my apartment complex a few minutes later and grabbed my keys, jogging up the stairs two at a time.Get in. Grab the stopwatch. Get out.And in the process, try not to jump in bed with Philip.He'd complained earlier about me being so busy with work. So I figured I would surprise him with a movie date tonight, after my class.A small smile tugged at my lips as I reached the door.We hadn’t seen each other in weeks before he flew in. Vegas to Indiana was a long stretch, but we made it work. We never let the distance break us.I unlocked the door and stepped inside.“Phil?” I called.No answer.That was strange.Usually, he answered right away, even if he was half asleep.I shut the door behind me and slipped off my shoes, setting my keys on the table.“Phillip?” I called again, a little louder this time.Still nothing.Then. A sound.Soft. Faint.I froze mid-step.At first, I thought it was the television.Or music.But then it came again.Low.Breathy.A woman’
Chapter 1: The GigBailey POV“On your mark…”The stadium roared around me, loud enough to shake the air, but inside my lane, everything felt strangely quiet.I crouched low, fingers pressed against the track, spikes digging into the red surface beneath my feet. My muscles tightened, every part of my body coiled and ready. The smell of heated rubber and dust filled my lungs as I took a slow, steady breath.This was it.National School Championship finals.One race left.One chance to make history.“Get set…”My hips lifted slightly, weight shifting forward. I fixed my eyes on the white finish line stretched far ahead of me, bright against the track.If I crossed that line first, the gold would be mine.Again.Third time in a row.“Ready…”My heart pounded hard against my ribs, but my breathing stayed steady. Controlled. Focused. Years of training had taught me how to shut everything else out—the noise, the pressure, the fear.There was only the race.Only the finish line.Only the mo
Sheila's POV. She was still catching her breath when I sat up. I reached for the strap-on and she watched me without a word. I removed the strap-on from her and fastened it on me. Fixing it exactly as I saw her do. Then I was parting her legs and sliding my newly attached dick into her pussy. "God, Sheila," she moaned as I slid in. "You're such a fast learner." I smiled down at her, "I pay attention." She was about to say something more when I thrust into her and the words died on her parted lips. I started slow, the same way she had with me. Watching her face. Learning what made her react. She was already sensitive from earlier and it didn't take long before her hips were rising to meet mine. I picked up the pace and she grabbed the sheets. I fucked her, just as she fucked me. Moving my hips in and out, and feeding her every inch of this cock. She gasped, taking it, her hips rising to recieve it. My fingers found her clit and I rubbed it while I kept moving and that's when
Sheila's POVWe didn't make it past the threshold.The door shut and Zuki had me against it before I even heard it click. Her mouth was on mine. Hard. No warmup, no easing into it. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her back just as hard and something that had been coiled tight in my chest for months just let go.She groaned into my mouth.Her hands went under my top. Mine went to her jacket and shoved it off her shoulders. It hit the floor and neither of us looked at it. I was already working on her shirt buttons and she was already pulling my top over my head, we were moving at the same time, pulling at each other, not willing to stop kissing long enough to do it properly.She walked me backwards across the living room, down the hall. I hit the bedroom door with my back, and she reached around me to push it open without breaking the kiss.We fell through it into the dark.She pushed me back onto the bed.Stood over me for one second. Just looked at me. Her shirt half open. H
Steven POV.I woke up with my cheek pressed against something cold, my neck stiff, and my brain fogged in confusion.For a moment I didn’t know where I was.Then the events of last night slammed into my mind like a door blown open by the wind.Fabian hadn’t come back as I expected, and I’d waited a
Steven POV.As the truth slammed into me, my nostrils flared in a mix of shock and resignation.I wanted to do this.Even if it was once, I needed to experience it.My hands reached for my phone's screen and I was about to click on the play button when I heard my name, "Steven!"I stopped, it was S
Steven POV.I tossed the phone onto my lap and leaned forward, elbows on my knees.I was exhausted.My heartbeat hadn’t slowed since the call started, but now it climbed for different reasons.So much was happening in my life all at once.Greg was unreachable.Fabian was quiet.My mind was reeling
Steven POV.I sat here gazing at him, helpless to do anything but watch with my pants down to my ankles.He'd parted my legs and was kneeling between them with my dick in his hand. What would he do now? I wondered, my heart thudding in my chest.Was he going to suck me or fuck me?I felt anticipat







