Mag-log in**Juliana **He didn’t give me a lot of time to catch my breath.He pulled out of me slowly, the thick slide of his cock leaving me empty and aching, then scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing. My bare legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Skin against skin. His chest was warm and solid against my soft tits as he carried me out of the living room and up the wide staircase.Neither of us said a word on the way up. The only sounds were our breathing and the soft pad of his bare feet on the polished floors.He kicked open a set of double doors at the end of the hall.The bedroom was enormous. With soft lighting, a massive bed dressed in dark sheets. But he didn’t take me to the bed yet.He set me down on my feet near the first corner of the room, right against the cool wall beside the window.“Hands on the wall,” he said, voice low and steady.I obeyed, palms pressing flat against the smooth surface. He stepped behind me, gripped my hips, and pushed back inside in one
Professor Kayden’s mouth stayed locked on my breast, sucking deep and wet while his free hand kept working the other one, rolling the heavy flesh and pinching the nipple until it throbbed. Every pull of his lips dragged another sound out of me.“Ahhh… profe... Kayden… fuck—”My voice cracked on his name. I was already trembling, thighs pressed tightly together, the soaked fabric of my panties clinging to my pussy. The ache between my legs had turned sharp and insistent. I could feel how wet I was every time I shifted.He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark.“You’re already this noisy, and I’ve only touched your tits,” he murmured. “Wait until I get lower.”Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees in front of me.My breath caught hard.He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my baggy jeans and tugged them down in one firm motion, taking my soaked panties with them. Cool air hit my bare skin. I stepped out of the clothes shakily, comple
“Private villa?”The words left my mouth in a weak, almost disbelieving whisper. I didn’t know what else to say. I just sat there staring at him, completely thrown.He brought his face even closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered again.“So… what do you say?”At that point, I genuinely didn’t know what to do.I couldn’t afford an extra year. That truth sat heavy and cold in the bottom of my stomach. But breaking the rules I had set for myself still felt insane. I could still remember the exact night I swore I would never get involved with an older man. I had been so sure. So firm.Yet here I was, trapped against the arm of his couch with his breath warming my skin.This man was pure temptation. Maybe Lily had been right all along. Maybe older men really were worth it.I couldn’t even believe I was having that thought.“I can really back out after a week, right?” I asked quietly, voice barely steady. “And I’ll get my grade?”Even as I spoke, my mind was already
I couldn’t stop looking around the house.It honestly felt like I didn’t belong there.Obviously, I didn’t.The living room alone was bigger than my entire apartment. Soft cream sofas that looked like they’d never been sat on. A glass coffee table so clean I could see my own reflection in it. Tall windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, letting in light like the place had been designed just to show off how much money lived here.Everything was quiet.I kept my hands tightly folded in my lap, trying not to touch anything.“I hope it wasn’t hard getting here,” he said as he sat down right next to me.The cushion dipped under his weight. He was close. Closer than he needed to be. I could already feel the heat coming off his body, even through the space between us.I opened my mouth to answer, but he was already standing again.“I’ll be back.”He disappeared down a wide hallway without waiting for a reply. The soft sound of his footsteps faded, and then there was only silence.I sat
****I just stared at him.The words were still hanging in the air between us, thick and heavy, and I couldn’t make myself believe they had actually come out of his mouth.His home address.Come alone tomorrow.A hundred questions slammed into my head at once. Why his house? Why alone? Why not just fix the grade right here in the office like a normal professor would? My pulse was already climbing. I could feel the heat rising up my neck.“It’s just his home,” I told myself. “His wife will be there. Nothing is going to happen. This is safe. No, this has to be safe.”I forced my feet to move forward. The paper was still sitting on the edge of the desk where he had left it. I leaned down to write my number, and the second I bent, I felt it—the weight of his eyes. I was wearing an off-shoulder top today, the kind that slipped a little too easily, and the way I was angled left almost nothing to the imagination. My cleavage was fully on display, soft and heavy, and there was no way to hide
**JULIANA**“Does being broke and unlucky come in one package?”I murmured the question under my breath as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the screen of my phone for the fifth time. The letter was still there. A bold F in Professor Kayden’s course. The one class I had actually poured everything into. The one I needed to pass more than any other.I refreshed the page again, as if some miracle would suddenly rewrite the grade while I watched. Nothing changed. The F stayed right where it was, mocking me.My father had been sick for five straight months. Five months of hospital bills, medication, and endless nights where sleep felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford. Every single day of those months, I worked whatever shifts I could find. Morning. Evening. Sometimes both. I barely had time to study, yet I still managed to sit through every lecture, turn in every assignment, and push myself harder than I ever had before. I thought it would be enough.Apparently, it wasn’t.This was th
"Clothes off"------ The third night, Lucas didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, “Bedroom. Clothes off. All of them.” I gulped. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘hello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?’” “Clothes.
"The Chaos Gremlin Strikes Back"The next evening I was a nervous wreck.I had spent the entire day overthinking everything. What if Lucas thought I was too loud? Too weird? Too much of a walking disaster? What if he changed his mind and decided the 24-year-old chaos gremlin next door wasn’t worth
WRONG NEIGHBOR 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."MIA'S POV"I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.My
.........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







