LOGINChapter 1
Elena’s POVThe morning had gone fucking perfectly, like clockwork in this sleek downtown matchmaking agency where the air always smelled like fresh espresso and expensive cologne.I leaned back in my chair after wrapping up the session with that young couple, watching them grin at each other like they couldn’t believe their luck.The guy kept touching her knee under the table, and she kept blushing every time their eyes met. Another solid match.My record stChapter 3 Elena’s POVWe stepped out into the midday sun along the riverside park paths, the warm breeze carrying the smell of fresh water and cut grass. Victor walked beside me with that long confident stride, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder now, shirt sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. I kept glancing at the way his muscles flexed as he talked, my mind already slipping into filthy territory thinking about those arms pinning me down.“Marriage is a fucking scam, Elena,” Victor said right off, his voice low and rough as we followed the curving path. “I’ve sat through too many trials where the husband swears he loved her while he was balls deep in someone else. People pretend they want connection but all they really crave is a warm hole to fuck and someone to pay the bills. Why the hell would I sign up for that again?”I felt a spark flare up in my chest, that mix of irritation and excitement that made my pulse race faster.
Chapter 2 Elena’s POVI kept my professional smile in place even as Victor’s eyes stayed locked on mine across that corner table, the kind of stare that made my skin feel too tight and my panties start to dampen. “Victor, I’m Elena, head matchmaker here. I’ve built this agency on real results, not fluff. Tell me what you’re really after and I’ll find her for you.”He leaned back in his chair, that salt-and-pepper hair catching the light as he let out a low, mocking laugh. “Real results. Cute. I spend my days ripping apart marriages in court, Elena. I’ve seen husbands fuck their secretaries in the parking lot while their wives cry on the stand. Wives who spent years pretending they liked getting bent over the kitchen counter when all they wanted was a gentle pat on the head. And you think you can just pair me up with some perfect pussy who won’t turn into another nightmare? Save the sales pitch.”His words hit sharp but they also sent a dirty
Chapter 1 Elena’s POVThe morning had gone fucking perfectly, like clockwork in this sleek downtown matchmaking agency where the air always smelled like fresh espresso and expensive cologne. I leaned back in my chair after wrapping up the session with that young couple, watching them grin at each other like they couldn’t believe their luck. The guy kept touching her knee under the table, and she kept blushing every time their eyes met. Another solid match. My record stayed flawless for everyone else, at least.My assistant, Jake, sauntered over with that shit-eating grin of his, sliding a fresh client file across my desk. “Elena, you nailed it again. Those two are gonna be sending you wedding invites and baby announcement cards. But damn, girl, perfect record for every client except yourself, huh? When are you gonna let me set you up with someone who can actually handle that fire you got?”I laughed, flipping him off lightly as I stretched my arm
Chapter 7 Alexandra’s pov“Ethan, keep your hand right there on my thigh and I swear I will drag you behind the next building and ride your cock again before the sun goes down completely,” I whispered low as we sat close on the covered walkway, our notebooks spread out between us. The campus was starting to wind down with more students heading toward evening classes or dorms but the air still felt charged from everything that happened in the shed. My pussy stayed slick and sensitive under the damp jeans his cum mixed with my juices making the fabric cling uncomfortable and hot every time I shifted. The binder crushed my tits but my nipples rubbed raw against it reminding me of his mouth sucking hard.He grinned that confident smile and squeezed my leg higher, his fingers pressing firmly through the denim. “Fuck Alexandra you are killing me. I cannot stop thinking about how tight you felt bent over those mats, your cunt gripping every inch while
Chapter 6 Alexandra’s pov“Fuck Ethan that was intense I can still feel you dripping out of me and my legs are shaking like I ran a marathon,” I whispered breathing hard as we stayed pressed together in the tight shed. My bare tits heaved against his chest, still sensitive and marked from his sucking. Cum leaked slow down my ass crack mixing with my own juices and the rain smell. My pussy throbbed deep inside where he had stretched me wide and I clenched on purpose just to feel the wet mess of us.Ethan held me tighter, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them a little as he kissed my neck. “Alexandra you are fucking incredible. That tight cunt squeezed me so good I almost came twice. The disguise did not change a damn thing about how much I want you. From the first time I saw you in the auditorium with that sharp joke I felt pulled in. Now knowing you are this brave girl hiding all that softness under the boy clothes it only makes the connec
Chapter 5 Alexandra’s pov“Check this one out Ethan the guy over there by the fountain is pretending to study but he keeps staring at that girl’s ass like it is the only thing keeping him alive,” I said laughing low as we sat close on the bench trading notes back and forth. My notebook balanced on my knee but my mind stayed half on the way his thigh pressed warm against mine. The binder squeezed my tits tight and my bare pussy had stayed soaked since the coffee shop every small shift making my slick folds rub together.Ethan chuckled deep and leaned in to see my notes, his messy hair brushing my shoulder. “Fuck yeah Alex you catch everything. I wrote he is probably hard under that book right now. Your observation game is sharp as hell. We make a good team man.”“Yeah we do,” I replied, my voice rough but my clit throbbed at his praise. We debated interpretations playful as hell arguing over whether some girl walking by was pissed at her boyfriend
Chapter 4 Alexandra’s pov“Fuck this coffee is weak as shit but at least it is hot,” I muttered as we grabbed a small table in the corner of the bustling union cafe. The place smelled like burnt beans and too many bodies but Ethan slid in across from me like it was the best spot on
Chapter 3 Alexandra’s pov“God damn it why did he have to sit right here,” I muttered low as Ethan dropped into the seat next to me in the mid-morning psych lecture hall without even asking. The room buzzed with students settling in but all I could focus on was the heat from his bod
Chapter 2 Alexandra’s pov“Shit this place is already packed,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed through the auditorium doors with the crowd. My binder dug into my ribs with every step but it also kept my tits smashed flat and my nipples rubbed sensitive against the fabric. The loose jeans
Chapter 1 Alexandra’s pov“Fuck this shit, today i make it different,” I muttered to myself as I rolled out of bed before the sun even thought about climbing high. My heart pounded hard in my chest while I stood there naked in front of the cracked mirror in my dorm room. Nineteen years old and s







