LOGINThe second his mouth closed around my nipple, my brain short-circuited for a full second.Then pure panic took over. I did the only thing I could think of.I lifted my foot and stomped down hard on his toes.“Fuck—!”Mark jerked back with a sharp curse, hopping slightly, and that was all the space I needed.I shoved past him, snatched my top from the floor on pure instinct, and bolted out of the room like the place was on fire.I didn’t even put the top back on. I just held it against my chest and ran down the hallway, bare feet slapping against the floor, heart trying to smash its way out of my ribcage.I could still feel the wetness on my nipple from his mouth. The air hitting it made everything worse.I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me and locked it with shaking hands.Then I leaned against it, breathing like I had just finished a marathon.“What the actual fuck just happened?” I whispered to the empty room.I looked down at myself.The top was clutched to my chest. The visib
“Why is my bedroom showing on your screen? Why the heck is my bathroom fucking showing here?”My voice came out loud and shaky at the same time. I was still pointing at the monitors like the evidence might disappear if I stopped.Mark just stood there, looking at me. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even flinch. He looked at me the way someone looks when they’ve already decided the conversation is going somewhere else.“Why?” he muttered, taking one slow step closer.I backed up without thinking.He kept coming.“Scared that I might have seen you coming so hard, moaning my name?”My mouth opened, but nothing came out.He took another step.“Scared that I might have seen those round tits and that plump ass?”The words hit me like a slap. He said them so casually, so shamelessly, while walking closer until my back finally hit the wall.There was nowhere else to go.I stood there completely dumbfounded. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.He was right.
The day dragged like it had a personal grudge against me.I couldn’t go outside. I couldn’t go anywhere. The whole world was stuck on pause, and so was I.I spent the morning bouncing between three places like a restless ghost: my room, the kitchen, and the living room. Big screen on, volume low, some random movie playing that I wasn’t really watching.I made toast. Ate it standing up. Went back upstairs.Came down again twenty minutes later for water. Sat on the couch. Got bored. Went back to my room.Repeatedly.By early afternoon, I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone with zero energy. The house felt too quiet without any distraction.My mind kept trying to drift places I didn’t want it to go, so I opened my chat with Francis instead.Me: I’m dying of boredom.Francis: same. this lockdown is killing meMe: what are you doingFrancis: lying in bed. hard. thinking about youMe: you’re always hardFrancis: your fault. keep remembering that red lingerieMe: you never even s
“Benita, are you fine?”Mark’s voice came through the door again, closer this time.I was still on the bed with my fingers buried inside myself, legs open, phone lying next to me with his video paused on the exact frame where his cock looked the thickest. My brain short-circuited for a second.“Y-yes,” I managed, but my voice came out shaky and higher than normal.There was a pause.“You don’t sound fine.”I bit my lip hard and kept moving my fingers, slower now, trying not to make any wet sounds.“I’m good. Just… stretching.”Another silence.I could feel him still standing there. Something about the way I answered must have felt off to him because when he spoke again, his voice was careful.“Alright. I’ll leave you to it.”I heard his footsteps move away quickly, like he suddenly decided he did not want to know whatever was happening on this side of the door.Smart man.The second I was sure he was gone, I dropped the act. I pushed my fingers deeper, thumb rubbing my clit in tight c
"Unexpected"I stayed frozen in the stretch for one more second, the hard press of him still burning against me through the thin leggings. Then I straightened up too fast, nearly losing my balance on the mat.“What the fuck,” I kept muttering under my breath, somehow managing to keep my face blank as I rolled the mat up with shaky hands. I didn’t even look at him, more like I couldn’t. If I looked at him right now he would see everything written across my face.I walked toward the stairs at a normal pace even though every muscle in my body wanted to sprint. My heart was slamming so hard. The contact had only lasted a couple of seconds but it was enough. More than enough.The second I reached the top of the stairs and turned into the hallway I ran. I shoved my bedroom door open, stepped inside, and shut it harder than I meant to. My hair had fallen all over my face. I pushed it back with both hands and leaned against the door, breathing like I had just finished running for a world cup
**BENITA**“Oh no.”My voice carried through the living room as I stared at the news anchor talking on the big screen.“Fucking no, this can’t be.”I pulled my phone from my back pocket and checked my chats. Messages were already flooding in from people just as pissed as I was.“Jesus… Jesus, why today?” I muttered, ruffling my hair.A new email notification lit up my screen and for half a second hope flickered. Then I opened it. They weren’t treating it like a rumor. They were shutting down every campus activity until further notice.“Oh my God.”My mouth fell open.“Guess the universe isn’t on my side,” I murmured under my breath.I had bought a brand new set of sexy lingerie for one reason only. I was supposed to spend an entire week in Francis’s room getting fucked senseless before I ever stepped foot in my own dorm. That was the plan. That was the only thing I had been looking forward to. Now it was gone.“But this? What the hell is this…”Mark’s voice cut through my spiral.“Whe
.........Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudde
TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.Late Night Training"RILEY'S POV"The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low
I was a nervous wreck waiting for Victor.I had spent the entire day replaying what happened on my couch yesterday— his mouth between my legs, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars, the tender way he held me afterwards. My body ached for more. My heart was already in dangerous territory.At e
THE WRONG SEND"Lena's pov"I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos.Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of







