LOGINThe office door swung open with a force that rattled the glass panels, drawing every eye from the cluster of whiteboards and laptops. Roy Perri strode in like he owned the place—tall, broad-shouldered, his tailored suit screaming old money. Tessa looked up from her desk, mid-call with a vendor, and froze. This was him. The voice from the phone, now flesh and blood.She ended the call abruptly. "Can I help you?"Roy's gaze locked on her, intense, scanning like he was appraising a rival bidder at auction. "Tessa Langford. The wedding wizard herself. I'm Roy Perri."The name hit like a slap. Her team paused their chatter—Sarah mid-sip of coffee, Mike with a blueprint in hand—watching the intrusion unfold.Tessa stood, smoothing her blouse, meeting his stare head-on. "Perri. As in Samuel's brother? This is a surprise. Your brother's wedding is our current priority. If you're here to discuss details—""Details?" Roy cut in, his voice that same gravelly timbre from the calls, now laced
Blurb Tessa o’hara is a leading wedding planner. She gets a call from a strange number asking her to name her price and whatever he would take to ruin his son’s wedding. She bluntly refuses and tells him to come by the office if he wishes to discuss wedding planning preparations not break one. The strange caller is Roy Perri, a billionaire and He’s the groom’s father— not too happy about the match. Tessa’s refusal to his request angers him as he believes nobody says No to him. He comes to see her, the woman who dare said no to him and was speechless, he makes his intentions known and his reasons why. Tessa tells him no amount of money will make her do what he wants, he kidnaps her and keeps her locked in a private house, telling her he is daughter in laws favourite planner, her disappearance would make a difference if there is no planner to plan the wedding, in that house he fucks tessa to frustrate her by the time she gives in and decides to go with the plan, he has already fal
'Jesus,' Makayla panted. 'That was...' 'Incredible,' he finished, kissing her shoulder. He pulled out, cum leaking down her thighs. She turned, facing him. Kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. 'We can't stop now,' she whispered. 'We won't,' Mason promised. 'But we play smart. No risks.' They dressed slowly, touches lingering. He straightened her blouse, fingers brushing her nipples. As she reached the door, he stopped her. 'Tomorrow. Lecture hall. After class.' Her eyes sparkled. 'I'll be there.' The door closed behind her, but the fire burned brighter. The next day dragged. Makayla sat in the back of the lecture hall this time, less conspicuous. Mason's voice washed over the hundred students, dissecting neural interfaces. But his eyes found hers, a secret signal. Class ended in a shuffle of chairs and chatter. She lingered, pretending to pack slowly. 'Professor Mylo?' A male student approached the podium. 'Question on the synaptic pruning.' Mason answered pati
Makayla's eyes watered as she glanced up, meeting his intense stare. Blue eyes burned with lust. She hummed around his cock, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. 'That's it. Take my dick like you mean it.' He thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat but relaxed, letting him slide deeper. Her free hand cupped his balls, heavy and full, rolling them gently. 'You're a natural cocksucker,' Mason praised. 'Bet you've fantasized about this. Professor's cock down your throat.' She nodded as best she could, moaning in agreement. Her pussy clenched, wetness soaking her panties again. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. 'Stand. Strip for me.' Makayla rose on shaky legs, peeling off her blouse. Her bra followed, full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard peaks. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties, kicking them aside. Naked now, curves on display—wide hips, soft belly, trimmed bush above her slick folds.
The days following that midnight lab encounter blurred into a haze of stolen glances and charged silences. Makayla attended Mason's lectures with renewed focus, her notes scribbled hastily as his voice commanded the room. But beneath the academic facade, her mind replayed the affairs of that night, the feel of his fingers inside her, the way his cock had pressed against her ass. She crossed her legs during class, thighs rubbing together to ease the ache. Mason noticed. His piercing eyes would linger on her in the front row, a subtle nod acknowledging their secret. After one particularly grueling seminar on CRISPR advancements, he called her to his office. 'Thesis review,' the email read. Simple. Professional. But her pulse raced as she knocked on the door. 'Enter,' his voice boomed from within. Makayla stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. Mason sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, exposing forearms corded with muscle. He gestured to the chair opposite him. 'S
Makayla hunched over the lab bench, her eyes glued to the microscope. The fluorescent lights shined softly in the empty biotech lab in a way that was comforting to the dense hours of work Makayla had done. It was past midnight. Papers and slides scattered around her.Mason paced nearby, checking data on his tablet. "Makayla, it's late. Head home. We can pick this up tomorrow."She shook her head, not looking up. "No, Mr Mason. I need to finish these cell cultures tonight. The staining won't hold if I wait."He stopped pacing and leaned against the counter. "You're pushing too hard. You can try to impress me by pacing yourself.""I want to impress you now," she insisted. Her fingers adjusted the slide. "This gene edit could be breakthrough material for my thesis."Mason sighed but smiled faintly. "Stubborn. But thats Fine. Please wrap it soon."They worked in silence for a while. Makayla pipetted solutions carefully. Mason reviewed her notes, jotting comments."How's the transfection e
The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was the first thing Kiara felt when she woke up.The second was the mild sensation of the silk sheets, and the third was a dull, persistent ache in her pussy that reminded her exactly how her world had shifted eight hours ago.She groaned,
The marble was cold against Madison’s back, a sharp, grounding contrast to the inferno Bentley was stoking between her thighs. The penthouse foyer was bathed in the amber glow of recessed lighting, casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across Bentley’s sharp features. He didn't rush. Bentley H
The air inside the 4th Precinct smelled of floor wax, burnt coffee, and desperation. It was a stark, ugly contrast to the lavender-scented silk and marble of Bentley’s penthouse. Madison felt exposed, her bruises standing out like ink on parchment under the harsh fluorescent lights.Bentley moved t
Kiara cried out, her body arching, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping as she melted under the assault. 'Feel that? Your pussy's dripping for my cock.' 'Fuck you... ah!' Kiara moaned, her resistance crumbling as his fingers plunged into her tight







