LOGINThe morning light filtered through the half-closed blinds of Kiara's bedroom, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. I woke up first, my body still buzzing from last night. She lay beside me, naked and tangled in the covers, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a wild halo. One of her legs was thrown over mine, and the warmth of her thigh pressed against my cock, which was already half-hard just from the feel of her skin. I ran my hand slowly down her back, tracing the curve of her spine until I reached the swell of her ass. She stirred, letting out a soft sigh as her eyes fluttered open."Morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. A small smile tugged at her lips when she felt me growing harder against her. No awkwardness, no pulling away. Just heat building again, like the clashes from our classes had unlocked something insatiable in both of us.I pulled her closer, kissing her deep and slow at first. But it didn't stay slow. Her hand wrapped around my cock,
The kiss didn't stop. It crashed harder, her mouth hot and demanding against mine as I pulled Kiara fully into me on the couch. My hand stayed tangled in her hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt her head back while my tongue pushed deeper, tasting every inch of her. She moaned into it, low and raw, her fingers digging into my shoulders like she had been waiting for this break in the tension as long as I had. The rain drummed harder against the windows, but all I could focus on was the way her body arched up to meet mine, soft curves pressing into my chest.I broke the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her eyes raked over my chest, the tattoos snaking down my arms, and she reached out, nails scraping lightly down my skin. "Fuck, Sebastian," she breathed, voice husky. That was all it took. I grabbed the front of her white button-down and ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her bra was simple black lace, barely containing her full
The rain tapped lightly against the window of Kiara's apartment as I stood outside her door, my jacket damp from the short walk up from the parking lot. She had offered the extra session after our last class, a clipped message about reviewing the simulation parameters in more detail. I almost turned it down. But something about the way she challenged me kept pulling me back. I knocked twice.She opened the door in a simple white button-down shirt and dark jeans, her hair down for once, falling just past her shoulders. The place smelled like fresh coffee and paper, books lined up neatly on shelves against the wall. It was a modern spot, clean lines and soft lighting from a couple of lamps. No clutter. Just order."Come in," she said, stepping aside. Her voice carried that same steady tone from class, but here in her space it felt less like a command and more like an invitation. I followed her to the living room where a low table held her laptop and some printed notes. We settled on opp
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall hummed overhead like they were mocking my headache. I slouched deeper into the worn leather chair at the back, legs stretched out under the desk, my notebook barely touched except for a few doodled equations that actually made more sense than half the crap on the projector screen. This evening certification course in advanced business strategy was supposed to be a breeze for someone like me. Patterns jumped out at me before the professor even finished explaining them. But tonight, like every other session this week, Kiara had taken over the review portion, and she was turning it into a battlefield.She stood at the front in that fitted navy blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt, her dark hair pulled back tight in a way that exposed the sharp line of her neck. The marker squeaked against the whiteboard as she outlined the case study on mergers and acquisitions. Her voice cut through the room, precise and unyielding. "Sebastian, care to expla
Theressa pulled up to the address Professor Kane had texted me, my hands shaking slightly on the steering wheel. His house sat in a quiet upscale neighborhood, lights glowing warmly from the windows. His wife was away at a conference until tomorrow. The thrill of being in his actual home, in the space he shared with another woman, made my pussy throb with forbidden heat. I wore a short sundress with nothing underneath, just like he ordered. My big breasts swayed heavily as I walked up the path, nipples already stiff from the cool night air.He opened the door before I could knock. Professor Kane stood there in a black button down shirt and jeans, looking even more commanding in his own space. Without a word he pulled me inside, locked the door, and pushed me against the wall. His mouth claimed mine in a hungry kiss, tongue invading deep while his hands roamed over my body."Take the dress off," he growled against my lips. "I want to see my slut properly."I slipped the straps down my
Theressa's heart was racing again as she walked down the empty hallway toward Professor Kane's office. It had been two days since he fingered me senseless in that same chair, and I had not stopped thinking about it. My pussy stayed wet just remembering how his thick fingers stretched me open and made me squirt all over his hand. I followed his rule. No panties. The cool air under my short black skirt brushed against my bare, shaved lips with every step, keeping me constantly aware of how exposed I was.I knocked softly. His deep voice told me to come in. The second I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, the atmosphere changed. He was sitting behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who now controlled my grades and my body."Lock it," he ordered. I already had. "Good girl. Come here."I walked around the desk on shaky legs. My big breasts bounced slightly in my tight red top, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric







