LOGIN"Wha…?"He leaned down and closed his hand lightly around her throat. "These nipples. How do we make them produce milk?""The next thing you love after my boobs has to be my throat…""Answer me."She blinked, trying to focus. "Only… nursing mothers… have milk…"The image detonated in his mind; Isla, round with his child, those huge breasts heavy and leaking as he fucked her from behind, milk he would happily drink. The fantasy was so vivid it made his spent cock twitch inside her.He began to move again. Her breasts swayed with the motion. He tightened his hand at her throat by a fraction. "Promise me something.""Mmm?""Every morning when you wake up. You take a picture of these. And you send it to me.""What…?"He stopped moving completely. "Promise me. Now. Or this stops."A panicked, desperate sound escaped her. Her hips gave a futile little grind. "No, please… don't stop… I'll send them, I'll send as many as you want, just please don't stop—"He smirked and pulled out slowly. He
Cool air hit my wet skin as I pulled my head free."Just because you caught me in a moment of weakness doesn't mean you get to hold it over me," I said. "It changes nothing.""Of course I'm holding it over you. I'm going to tell all my friends that Professor Julien turns into a slobbering, moaning puppy for a good pair of—" She shuddered violently mid-sentence as I pressed two fingers against her cunt lips."You talk too much." I felt the heat radiating from her core. "Relax. I want to finger you.""I… I like it.""Like what?" I eased the pressure so she could breathe and speak clearly."The way you talk. You're always so direct. 'I want to see your breasts.' 'I will buy you bras.' 'I want to finger you.' You just say it.""Whatever." Was I supposed to thank her for that? "Lie back and spread your legs.""Nuh-uh. You have to say this one directly too.""Say what?""Fuck. Say you want to fuck me."My hand closed around her throat and brought her ear to my lips. "I want to bury my cock
I moved into her space until our bodies were almost touching, my hand coming up not to touch her but to gesture sharply."Keep your eyes off my property.""Your property? That's my bra!""It became mine the moment you intentionally left it in my office." I held her gaze. "And seeing me without clothes doesn't give you the right to speak to me however you like. It doesn't mean you can question my choices, call me a pervert, or disrespect me in my own home. Do you understand? I am still your professor. Your senior.""Whoa. Big dick, big ego?" Her eyes lit up. "You're my type."I closed the last inch between us. My body pressed against hers, my semi-hard length nudging her belly. Our breath mingled in the heated space between our faces."I'm serious," I growled."Yeah." Her eyes darkened. "You're seriously my type."I grabbed her face, my thumb resting on her lower lip, fingers splayed along her jaw. Before I could say another word, her lips parted and my thumb slipped into the warm wet
She held my gaze for a long moment. Then her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. She slid off the counter and got onto her hands and knees.The anticipation was a live wire in my veins. Her breasts swayed heavily with each movement. The red curls between her thighs were a tantalizing glimpse with every forward motion. She moved with a feline grace that was all for show, but it was working.By the time she reached the edge of the rug in front of me, I was already stroking myself for some relief.She stopped between my spread knees. Her eyes never left mine as she knelt there, waiting.My thumb stroked gently along the line of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, then opened. Her gaze trailed slowly down my jaw, my chest, my stomach, finally settling on the lubricated length of me straining against the condom.“It’s… bigger than I pictured,” she breathed, the words a mixture of awe and fear.A smirk touched my lips. “Y
Isla was kneeling in the center of the living room rug.Naked.Her head was bowed, her red hair falling around her shoulders. Her hands were rested on her thighs. Her back was straight, her breasts lifted, nipples tight in the cool air of the house. The soft red curls between her legs were on full display.She looked up slowly, her green eyes meeting mine. There was no smirk now. No defiance. And my carefully constructed wall of logic and self-preservation crumbled to dust.The air in the house was frigid thanks to to AC I’d left on high before leaving for campus, and the night’s rain that had seeped a damp chill through the walls.And she knelt through all these???“How long have you been here?” I threw my bag onto a chair.“Since I got here,” her voice was thin. A slight tremor ran through her shoulders.I crossed the room in three strides. My hands closed around her upper arms, and the cold of her skin shocked me. It was like gripping marble. I hauled her to her feet. She stumble
Her perfectly delivered filthy words shattered the last of my control.With a growl, I pushed her back flat on the desk. She caught herself on her palms, her breasts jutting upward, begging for my mouth. I didn’t make them beg for long.I descended on the right, taking almost the entire areola into my mouth. The taste was better than anything I’d imagined. Clean skin, a hint of salt, and underneath it all, the pure, sweet essence of her. A moan vibrated deep in my chest as I suckled hard, a sound that shocked me. I’d never moaned like that before.I moved to the left breast, giving it the same treatment while my hand pinched and rolled the right.“Ah! Julien!” she cried, her back arching off the desk.“Mmmm…” I pulled back, my lips wet. “You like the left one more.”“Y-yes… it’s more sensitive,” she panted.I was about to dive back in, to worship that sensitive left nipple until she screamed, when the cold reality slammed back into me.She’s a virgin. She’s Tasha’s best friend. She’s
The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.
The corridor opened into a vast space that made Alex's pulse kick up. Dimly lit, the air thick with sandalwood, leather, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. His guide's fingers curled around his wrist, pulling him forward as his eyes adjusted. The scene unfolded before him like something from a f
Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snappe
"I am starving, Len." Alex didn't know when the words slipped out, but they hung in the air between them, heavy with a meaning that had nothing to do with food. Lena was doing something to him tonight. Something dangerous. For the fifteenth time, she narrated how she'd tackled the intruder to the







