로그인Alia's POV[“Come to the office in a short skirt today. I'll be waiting at the ward”]That was the text I woke up to.And despite not giving him my number, I knew exactly who it was.Of course, I didn't have to do as he said. But something at the back of my mind told me there'd be consequences either way. I got work an hour early, cautious enough to have a face cap and a long, cotton coat on. The peculiar clothing choice for the middle of summer drew a couple stares, but all was well as soon as I got into the office. …Or so I thought. I clicked the door behind me, and the moment I turned around to reach for the lights, a hand closed over mine. The scream had barely risen up my throat when another hand closed over my mouth. “This… doesn't look like a short skirt, Miss Alia.”Cody. Of course it was him. “Come on” he breathed, leaning with his body weight fully pressed against me. “To think I was in such a good mood too.”He didn't take his hand off my mouth. Instead, he let go o
Alia's POV I could barely fit all of it in my mouth. “Wider.”He stepped closer, burying the next couple inches inside until my tongue flattened under the base of him. “Tell me, Miss Alia. How do I taste?” He held it there for a second, then drew out slowly to watch the spit slide down my lips. I stabled myself with desperate breaths and he forced my gaze back to his by snatching my hair. “Well? Not gonna speak?”Pain spiked down the back of my head, enveloped in a thick fume of overwhelming pleasure.“Cody—”He raised his hips and stopped when the tip of his cock rested on my bottom lip.“Catch your breath. You'll need it.”“Wait—”With one powerful thrust, he buried his entire shaft into my mouth and dragged my head so close my nose was pressed against his pelvis.I choked around it till tears gathered behind my eyes and spit ran down the sides of my mouth. “You’re so fucking tight” he played in my mouth, shifting his weight to let his cock roll inside.My clit was pulsing in
Alia's POVWhy did I… fucking love that?Why could I still feel the ghost of his cock throb between my legs. Pulsing with every thrust while I rocked back and bit my bottom lip to keep the moans from slipping out.This hung up over a damn intern?What on earth was I thinking?I could lose my job here.But fuck, it felt so good.I looked down at myself, and at the mess between my legs while on the toilet seat. Heat had pooled over my pussy, warmth coating the juices that slipped down.I pulled my panties to the side, trembling and oversensitive and so fucking needy.I told myself I wanted to be sure he hadn't exploded in or around me, but it was just an excuse.An excuse to touch myself because he wasn't here with me. I ran a finger over my pussy lips, then leaned back and spread them. I imagined him taking me right here. Turning a deaf ear to my cries and ruining me like a fucking slut.One finger turned to two, running circles and useless lines over my clit until I was pulsing agai
Cody’s POVA week had passed since Miss Alia caught Sylvia and me in the office.One. Full. Week.And every time I thought about it, bubbles of anything but regret burst inside me.I still hadn’t been called up by the clinic’s disciplinary committee. I hadn’t gotten a letter from HR either, which could only mean one thing.Miss Alia didn’t tell on us.Was I surprised? Not really.Even though the only “conversation” we’d had since then was the usual good morning and goodbye, something about her hesitation that morning still tugged at the corner of my mind.She hadn’t snapped the door closed. Hadn’t shouted or screamed or ratted us out or gossiped.For a second, she’d only just stood there. Shocked? Maybe. But “hypnotised” was the better word.It was less that she didn’t expect to see it, and more that she hadn’t seen anything like it.My cock, unsurprisingly, loved every nanosecond of that expression… and my mind followed suit with a whisper soon after:My supervisor wasn’t as up
Cody’s POVThe second she dropped to her knees, I knew I was fucked.Her boobs jiggled in her shirt a little, already glistening from the way the fluorescent light hit her skin.“Sylvia, what are you doing?” I murmured, the words inaudible and heavy.“I want to help, silly.” She shoved my hands away, her eyes widening when she saw my boner inches away.My dick strained against my underwear, begging to be put out of its misery. And at this point, every second she admired the bulge in my pants instead of pulling my zipper sent flashes of pain, pleasure, and panic up my skin.Finally, she undid my belt and slowly nudged down my zipper.The cold air hit my cock. My balls tightened as though she’d already touched them.Touch them. Fucking touch them already.She pulled my briefs down and my cock came springing out, slapping her lightly on the cheek.She neither budged nor flinched. Instead, she nudged even closer and let the heat of it spread across her face.“Fuck,” she said after a dee
Cody's POVMy dick’s been wedged between my legs for what feels like hours now.Really, only a couple of minutes have passed.Only a couple of minutes since I walked through the cream-coloured doors of the office I’d be interning at for the next six months and met my supervisor, Miss Alia.The scent of her wrapped around me before anything else. An expensive, flowery musk with a spicy undertone that stabbed my chest the second she came closer.She had on skin-tight jeans and a cute pink top — not the kind of outfit that should’ve made me gawk, yet somehow my dick appreciated the sight instantly.I only just met this woman and I was already hung up on the idea of railing her over that damn table.“Get your head on straight, man,” I told myself for what felt like the umpteenth time.I needed some air. Some water. Anything to distract me from the way those jeans brought out the curve of her fat ass.Instead, I had to remain at my workspace, twelve feet away from her, while I fantasiz
Valia’s POV The pan hissed as I cracked the last egg into it. My thighs sparked with every small shift of weight… deep, dull throbs that reminded me exactly where Hurst’s fingers had been last night. How thick they’d stretched me, how cruelly he’d left me empty and shaking. My panties were still
Valia’s POV The wall was already vibrating. Damian’s bed slammed repeatedly, over and over like a savage, relentless piston. The girl’s voice tore in wet, broken screams: “Fuck—Daddy—yes—give me that cock—I’m squirting again—oh my God—” Every filthy detail soaked into my skin. The wet squelch,
Hursts’s POV “Let go of me. Now.” The cheeky spark in her gaze had guttered out, replaced by something sharper: fear, maybe, or the sudden realization that she wasn't in control anymore. “I said, back off!” She twisted, trying to break free. One hand broke loose for a split second, swinging t
BOOK 1: BREAKING MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND Hurst’s POV I wanted to fuck my best friend's girlfriend. Crazy thing to admit out loud. Even crazier to keep thinking about it. Damian and I had been inseperable since the summer he got accepted into college. I still remember his mom dropping him







