Joan’s POVI wear big clothes, not because I’m a saint, but because my clit is big… too big that it gets teased by the slightest pressure.I’m Joan Brooks, secretary to the hot billionaire CEO, and the lady with the thick meaty clit. “It’s a nice return of interest.” One of the company’s clients speaks while the other team members nod in acceptance.We’re currently in the board room for a swift meeting with investors and potential clients as they go over good gigs for their real estate portfolio. I stand by the door, clutching tightly to the stacks of unsigned documents in my arms. I’m dressed in a simple flay skirt that barely stops mid-thigh, with nothing beneath… Yeah, you heard right. Not a fucking short or panties.My legs are slightly spread open, my nasty way of freeing my juicy clit from any teasing. My golden rule: Never bend over.All the while, he just sits down, silent, watching. His stern jaws form a hard face, his thin lips twitch from slight movement, firm abs stretc
SELENA The toy was still buzzing inside me when his weight pulled back.I collapsed forward onto my elbows, panting, every muscle in my thighs trembling.“Stay like that,” he murmured, voice rough from exertion.“Look at you,” he said, circling around me until he stood in front of the desk. “Wrecked… but still hungry.”“I” My voice cracked. “I can’t”“Oh, you can.” He leaned back against the edge of the desk, lazily stroking himself. “Get up.”My legs barely obeyed, but I pushed myself upright.“Good girl,” he said. “Now climb up.”Confusion flickered in my dazed brain. “Climb…?”He moved back, clearing space on the desk, and then sat down in his leather chair, dragging it closer. His eyes raked down my body. “On me.”I blinked. “You”“You’re going to ride me,” he said simply, “with my cock in your ass… and that toy still inside you.”Heat flooded my face. “You’re insane.”“You say that like it’s news,” he said, leaning back and patting his lap. “Come here.”My knees nearly buckled a
SELENAMy thighs ached. My ass burned in the best way.And I couldn’t stop smiling.The other students in my next lecture glanced at me like they couldn’t decide if I’d just aced a test or had the best sex of my life. They weren’t wrong about one of those.I sat in the back this time, letting the soreness settle, shifting in my seat every few minutes because… god. Every little movement reminded me of him.The minute the class ended, I gathered my things slowly, thinking about slipping off to the library before my next obligation.I didn’t make it out the door.A large, warm hand closed around my wrist, tugging me into the hallway. I looked up — and there he was. My professor.His face was unreadable, but his grip said you’re mine."Where" I started, but he didn’t answer, just guided me down a quieter hall, past a few closed doors, until he stopped at one.He unlocked it with a key from his pocket, pushed me inside, and shut the door behind us with a click.The office was dark except f
SELENAThere was a sharp rip, the sound of fabric giving way. My panties shredded with one impatient pull."Professor""Quiet," he said, his palm smoothing over my ass like he was memorizing it. "You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra, licking lollipops like you’re auditioning for a porno… and you think I’m just going to keep grading your papers like nothing’s happening?"I smirked over my shoulder. "Maybe I wanted to see how long it would take before you—"The words broke on a sharp inhale when his thumb pressed against the tight ring of muscle at my rear."God—"He chuckled darkly. "So sensitive.""You—" My voice caught again as his other hand slid between my thighs, fingers dipping into the wet heat there."Already soaked. You like being bent over my desk, Miss Vale?""Maybe," I said breathlessly."Maybe," he echoed, sliding two fingers inside me while circling my rim with his thumb. "We’ll see how much you like it when I’m done."I shuddered when his touch shifted —
CHAPTER 1: Sucking My Lollipop Like It’s Your Cock, Dirty Professor SELENA"Oops."The word rolled off my tongue like honey, sweet enough to make his jaw twitch.My fingers brushed against his forearm as I slid my paper onto the edge of his desk.Warm. Solid. A little too tempting for a man who pretended he was untouchable.His eyes flicked up from the stack of essays, dark and unreadable."Watch yourself, Miss Vale.""Sorry, Professor," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.I wasn't. And we both knew it.Today’s outfit was deliberate — a thin cream sweater that skimmed over my skin, no bra underneath. The air in the lecture hall was just cool enough to make every movement a show.I strolled to the front row and slid into my seat, crossing my legs. He turned back to the whiteboard, talking about 19th-century political theory like it was the most riveting thing in the world. My gaze trailed down the way his dress shirt pulled at the shoulders, the clean line of his back, the
One Week LaterMy wedding dress is white and overflowing, nothing like my dirty and used soul.The makeup artist finishes the touches on my already-made face. I look beautiful, stunning even. In an hour I’ll take my wedding vows to my betrothed before the world. Suddenly, the door opens without prior knocking, and the hard face of my dad’s best friend is staring right at me. Dark.That look of possession that I’m familiar with.He’s dressed in a bad-ass black blazer and tight-fitting navy-blue pants.“Out,” he orders the ladies in the room.‘Wait… no…’ I want to stop them, but I can’t. Not out of obedience, but because a part of me wants him to satisfy the unquenchable thirst he has awakened in me. One by one, they walk out, leaving me with my monstrous master.The door clicks shut, just as my heart leaps. God, no… not in my wedding dress.“Look at you,” he mocks me without reservation. “Dressed like a saint when you’re nothing but Daddy’s dirty toy.” He chuckles. His dark eyes