LOGINChapter 3I should have run. Instead I sat there, thighs clenched, aching so hard it was almost painful, while Dade’s words burned through me. Show me what you know.My body answered before my mind could catch up. My clit was swollen and begging. My inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate for the man who had just read every filthy page I’d written about him. “That’s a dangerous request,” I managed to let out.“I know exactly what I asked.” His voice stayed low and steady, but his eyes had gone black. He stood, unfolding that tall frame with deliberate control, and came around the desk until he towered over me. Close enough that I could smell the clean masculine scent of him and feel the heat rolling off his body. My nipples peaked hard. “You described page twenty-two in exquisite detail,” he said, voice roughening. “The part where she’s told to spread her legs and let him see exactly how wet she is before he touches her.” I could only nod. “Tell me,” he murmured
Chapter 2 I couldn’t look at his hands. I couldn’t look at the paper. I stared at a paperclip on his desk instead while my cunt stayed obscenely wet.“I can delete it,” I whispered. “I mean… you can delete it from your downloads. I’ll drop the class tomorrow. You don’t have to report me to the dean...”“Why would I report you?” I blinked, my eyes darting up to his face.He was watching me, his brow slightly furrowed. He leaned his forearms on the desk, crossing his wrists over my story.“It’s not cheating. It’s not a threat. It is, however…” He paused, his gaze dropping to my blouse, lingering for a second on the safety pin holding my collar together before moving back to my eyes. “…a massive waste of talent.”The air in the room felt instantly heavy. My heart slammed against my ribs. Between my legs, my pussy throbbed insistently.“What?” I managed.“The story is filthy,” he said flatly, his voice completely calm, like he was talking about a draft for a class project. “It’s graphic
Chapter 1 The rain had stopped by the time I reached the third floor of the humanities building. My stomach was turning so hard I thought I’d puke right there on the floor.*Miss Imara. My office. Thursday. 4pm.*The email was six words long, but it detonated inside me. No subject line. No explanation. Just his name at the bottom like a verdict. Professor Dade. Cold, final, and absolutely impossible to misread.I stared at the notification on my cracked phone screen until the display went dark. Six words. Sent at 5:02 Tuesday afternoon from his official campus email...the same address he used to post syllabus changes and grade breakdowns.My thumbs were raw from picking at the skin around my nails all morning. By the time I reached Office 314, my throat felt dry.One glance at his name and my body betrayed me completely. A slow, treacherous heat bloomed low in my belly. My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties,
Chapter 9The forbidden thrill of it burned through me. I was on my hands and knees in Alex’s old bedroom, the taste of myself still on both our tongues, about to take his best friend’s cock in my mouth.I rose up between his thighs, kissed him once more, slow and open this time, then trailed my lips down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, and wrapped my hand around his cock.I licked a long, slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the precum already beading there. Then I opened my mouth and sank down.He was thick and heavy on my tongue. I took him as deep as I could, cheeks hollowing, then pulled back with a wet slide. Spit followed. I repeated it again, slower, savoring every inch. My tongue worked the underside. My hand stroked what I couldn’t fit, twisting gently on the upstroke. The wet, filthy sounds of my mouth on him filled the room that used to belong to my brother.Cole’s ha
Chapter 8Inside, the only light came from the streetlamp outside, cutting thin stripes across the bed that still smelled faintly like Alex’s old cologne mixed with Cole’s. The thought should have stopped me. Instead it made heat twist low and mean in my stomach.I was about to get fucked in my brother’s old room by his best friend.Cole set me on the edge of the mattress. Bur before he could speak I pushed him back a step.“Sit.” I commanded slowly, fucking him with my eyes because he looked so fucking hot. God!.His dark brows lifted, but he obeyed. He dropped into the chair by the desk, legs spread, cock still half-hard and heavy against his stomach. He watched me with those heavy eyes and waited with anticipation.If he thought I was going to walk towards him, he was wrong because that wasn't what was in this filthy head of mine.I stayed on the bed, opened my legs wider and slid my hand slowly. I cupped my boobs and flicked my nipple. His eyes followed every of my movements li
Chapter 7Cole set me down on the big armchair like I weighed nothing. The soft cushion dipped under my weight. Before I could catch my breath he was already on his knees in front of me, hands spreading my thighs wide.He looked up at me once, dark eyes almost black, then yanked my shorts and underwear down in one rough pull. The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered hard.“Fuck,” he breathed, staring straight at me. “Look at you. Dripping all over the chair already.”His big hands gripped the insides of my thighs, holding me open. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through my slit in one long, slow stroke, from bottom to top, ending with a firm lick over my clit.I cried out, hips jerking. “Cole...oh my god...”He didn’t give me time to recover. He sealed his mouth over me and ate me like a man who’d been starving for years. Broad, hungry strokes of his tongue, then tight circles around my clit, then sucking hard enough that my back arched off the chair. The wet, filthy sou
Chapter 3I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces and heard Kane’s low “baby girl” through the door while my fingers were still buried deep inside my soaked pussy and the thick dildo stretched me wide. My body stayed on edge for hours, aching and restless. I finall
Chapter 2By the time we finished eating, the beer had loosened everyone up, but the tension in the room was still thick. The guys moved to the parlour, switching on the big TV for some late-night football match. They sprawled on the couches like they owned the place — Mike in the big armchair, Jax
Chapter 1The doorbell rang just as I was coming down the stairs, still in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts. No bra. No panties. My nipples were already tight from the cool air blowing through the open windows.I knew who it was before I even opened the door.Mike, Jax, and Ka
Chapter 5 My pussy was dripping, aching for more, but the faint sound of Mike and Jax moving around downstairs brought me back to reality.He kissed me once more, slow and deep, then pulled back with a low groan.“Fuck, princess… we need to go down before they come looking.” He adjusted his sweatp







