I was told to submit my address, and I did. Then I made the necessary payment, which was quite cheaper than I thought. I also typed down my schedule because I didn’t want a situation where I would be out working and he would come in, only to find an empty house. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be present.
Unlike my usual days of juggling four to five part-time jobs and returning home by 9 or 10 PM, completely exhausted, today was different. I only worked at the café and the library before returning home. Today was the very first day I had ever skipped three part-time jobs since the day I became a working adult—more like a working slave. My bosses were all understanding and kind. They said I needed the break because I was very hardworking, and because of that, I tended to ignore my health. “You deserve a day off, Nina,” my café manager had said, her voice warm. “You can’t keep running yourself into the ground.” I had nodded, grateful. A day off meant time to think, time to feel. And right now, feeling was what I needed. I opened the door to my apartment. I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was unbearable. Would he come today? Tonight? I had no way of knowing. I set my bag down by the door and walked to the kitchen. I needed to distract myself, to keep my mind from spiraling into a whirlwind of what-ifs. I filled a glass with water and took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to soothe the heat simmering beneath my skin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I nearly dropped the glass. My hands trembled as I pulled it out, the screen lighting up with a new message. **D: I’m here.** My breath caught. Two words, and yet they sent a jolt of electricity through me. I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Wait, he was outside, In the building? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure how to respond. Before I could type anything, another message came through. **D: Open the door.** My heart leaped into my throat. I set the glass down on the counter and walked to the door, my legs unsteady. I turned the knob and opened the door. He stood in the doorway, tall and commanding. His lean, muscular frame was outlined by the fading light. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders and defined chest, while his rugged face—sharp jawline, crooked nose, and faint stubble—added a raw edge. Dark, tousled hair fell just past his ears, and his stormy gray eyes burned with a wild intensity. He was the type of man I've always wanted—the subject of my greatest fantasy come to life. A knowing smirk played on his lips, which were full and slightly chapped. His large, calloused hands spoke of strength and experience, and a worn silver ring on his right hand hinted at untold stories. Worn jeans hugged his hips and legs and the scent of leather and earth lingered on him. “Nina,” he said, his voice low and rough, like the growl of a predator. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “D?” It felt weird calling him that but I didn't want to intrude too much by asking his full name. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I felt a surge of desire, hot and overwhelming. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. “Tell me you’re ready,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready.” A slow smile spread across his face, dark and predatory. “Good girl.” His lips crashed onto mine, rough and demanding as he scooped me into his strong arms while I wrapped my legs around his waist. In the next moment, my back was pressed against the small table. I lived in a one-room apartment, which meant my bed and stove were in the same space as my living room. As for bathing, I had to use a tiny bathroom that was barely big enough to fit in. It provided just enough room to take a bath, but it was too cramped to squat down comfortably. Therefore, I always took my baths while standing in an awkward and painful position. I can't believe my first-ever sexual experience is gonna be in a place like this. Suddenly, D bit my neck, pulling the skin of that area a bit, and I gasped. Then he eased off the pain with his wet tongue, making a soft moan slip out of my tongue. “Don't think about anything else. Just focus on me,” He spoke, and I nodded. Then he slipped my clothes off me while I did the same to him, exposing his well-defined chest and biceps. My cheeks flamed up as his big dick hardened right in front of me. I've never had sex with anyone before, but I do know a big dick when I see one; although I don't look like it, I am a certified p**n addict. This was the biggest I'd ever seen and it got my pussy so wet. Fuck, I needed him inside me quickly. As if reading my mind, he positioned himself in between my legs and started to push in. My whole body tensed up in both pain and pure ecstasy. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, and I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck as my fingers dug into his shoulders. He didn't whisper sorry to me, neither did he pause his movement to ask me if I was okay. I was glad for that. I wasn't those women who'd like their first time to be magical and a fairytale. That was why I had thoroughly described my fantasies, and I am glad he was following them as I wanted. He was already halfway through, and he slammed his whole length into me in one swoop. For the first time, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. However, with the act I'm performing right now, I guess hell would be my final destination. It hurt so bad; I guess the reason why it hurt so bad was because I had never done this before. D started to thrust into me so roughly that it felt as if my insides were about to split in half. His big palm reached for my breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. My moan was loud and a reflection of how much I loved what he was doing to my body. I felt my whole body heat up in pleasure as he continued thrusting into me like a madman on the loose. My body bounced and trembled with each thrust as never-ending pleasure and pain—a sweet mix of both coursed throughout my whole body. Then he pulled out and I frowned. I raised my face to ask him why he had stopped when he slammed into me with brute force. My whole body trembled and my legs almost gave out. The table creaked loudly and shook vehemently with each powerful thrust, and I knew, I might have to pay for a new one sooner than later. “I... I am cumming” I gasped as waves of pleasure rippled through me as I came apart on his big dick. “Mmmhh, fuuuck,” I moaned, riding out the sensations. D's balls drew up as he got close. “I'm gonna come so deep inside your pretty little pussy and breed you” Oh God, if only he knew what those words do to me. He started to pulse and twitch, his cock spurting streams of hot seed deep within my convulsing walls. I am flooded with his essence as we both shudder and moan through the intense, all-consuming orgasms.Ava~The front door creaked as I stepped into the house. My bag felt like a dead weight on my shoulder, and my shoes thudded too loudly against the hardwood floor.Dad looked up from the couch, smiling. “Hey, sweetie. How was school?”“Fine,” I muttered, my voice dry and clipped as I dropped my bag by the door.He didn’t seem to catch my tone—or maybe he just ignored it. “Oh, by the way,” he said, standing and stretching a little. “Professor Wolfe emailed earlier. Said he wouldn’t be in today. Some health thing.”I froze.Health thing?My jaw clenched. My fist curled slowly at my side, fingernails biting into my palm.Health issues, my ass.I nodded once, mechanical. “Okay.”Then I turned and walked straight to my room before the fire in my chest made it to my face.Once inside, I tossed my bag onto the bed so hard it bounced off and hit the floor. I stared at it, breathing through my nose.Liar.Liar.He didn’t even bother telling me himself. He vanished. And now he was feeding my da
Ava~Professor Wolfe was ignoring me.That fact had haunted me for days. He didn’t look at me in class anymore—not the way he used to. No sideways glances. No raised brows when I answered too quickly. No quiet smirk when I made the top score. Nothing.He was colder now. Distant. Like the heat between us had never existed.And I couldn’t understand why.At first, I didn’t think much of it.That morning, I waved at Professor Wolfe after class, but he walked right past me. No nod. No glance. Just a flick of his coat as he turned the corner.Later, I waited outside his office during the free period. I had a question about the research project or more like I used that as an excuse to meet him. He opened the door, saw me, and then suddenly remembered he “had to make a call.” He closed the door before I could say a word. I stood there for ten whole minutes, listening to silence on the other side.Another time, I dropped my annotated outline on his desk—three days early, perfectly formatted.
Professor WolfeI used to run things—command respect through fear, take what I wanted, and burn anything that got in my way. I had no problem taking what I wanted, and no one dared challenge me. Gang leader. Ruthless. Cold. I built an empire on the backs of others, and I burned bridges in ways that could never be undone.But that was before.Then I turned my back on that life and became a lecturer—before I buried my demons under the guise of an ordinary man, trying to pretend my past didn’t exist. No one knew what I’d done, what I’d been.Then it all came crashing down. One fucking lie. One accusation that cost me everything.They framed me—shit, I can’t even say it without wanting to smash something. They said I raped her. A minor. A student. Said I touched her, ruined her, broke her. I never laid a hand on the lad. Not once. Bianca was just a student from the school where I used to teach—bright, kind, and wise beyond her years. When I agreed to tutor her, both during school hours a
It didn’t take long for my dad to fall asleep. His arms were tucked comfortably behind his head as he snored softly on his favorite couch, his right hand still stubbornly gripping the remote.I turned my gaze to Professor Wolfe—and caught him already looking at me. His heated stare dragged across my face, igniting something hot and reckless between us. I knew, at that exact moment, that we were thinking the same thing.Dad had just passed out, and Mom wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.And my dad?He was the heaviest sleeper known to man.I couldn’t even count the number of times my mom had complained about how nothing—not alarms, not storms, not even me and my brother roughhousing—could wake him up.The tension in the room tightened, pulling me back to the present when Professor Wolfe’s cold hands gripped my thighs. A sharp jolt of erotic electricity shot through my body, making me gasp.I looked down—and there he was.Kneeling between my legs.His fiery brown eyes locked onto mine wit
Ava The walk home felt endless and by the time I pushed through the front door, the house was warm and alive with the smell of dinner cooking—roast beef, potatoes, a little gravy, just the way my dad liked it. Normally, the scent would make my mouth water. Tonight, it made my stomach twist. I kicked off my shoes quietly, dropped my bag by the stairs, and wandered into the dining room. My dad was already sitting there, plates set, waiting for me. He looked up immediately, smiling gently. “Hey, kiddo. How was school?” I hesitated, forcing myself to sit across from him. The fork felt heavy in my hand as I toyed with my food without realizing it. It didn’t take long for him to notice. The way his smile dimmed. The way he watched me, his brow creasing just slightly with concern. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, Ava,” he said softly. His voice had that careful tone, the one he used when he didn’t want to push but couldn’t help worrying. I pressed my lips together, the wor
AvaToday, I didn't have Literature, unfortunately, but that didn’t stop me from snooping around outside the class Professor Wolfe was teaching. I’m sure he caught me countless times, the way his gaze darted to the door, his eyebrow arching whenever I dared glance through the window.An hour passed—an eternity—and finally, he emerged from the classroom. I moved quickly, cornering him.“Professor Wolfe,” I said, blocking his path with an innocent smile.His sharp, unreadable gaze flicked to me, waiting. Not a word, just a tilt of his head.I handed him the paper—the one I had deliberately sabotaged two nights ago, full of careless errors and lazy arguments. I knew how bad it was. He would, too.“My essay,” I said, slipping it into his hand. “Wanted to make sure you got it.”He glanced down at the pages, then back at me. “You skipped your scheduled submission slot yesterday.”“I know,” I murmured, offering a sheepish smile. “Wanted to give it to you personally.”His fingers brushed mine
The door slammed behind me, cutting off the noise of the outside world. I was home. I kicked off my shoes at the door, the click of them landing too loud in the silence. My father’s voice carried from the dining room, warm and inviting, as always.“Ava? Is that you?”I didn’t answer. I straightened my shoulders, took a breath, and walked to the dining room.The table was set, as always. The china gleamed, silverware polished. Everything was perfect. My father, in his crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the head, his hands folded in front of him. My mother was already seated, her gaze lifting from her phone as I entered, her smile warm.“Ava, how was your day?” my father asked, his voice as smooth and comforting as ever. The man was a saint in the eyes of the world, a respected figure. He had no idea what had just happened to me. What I'd done. “Fine,” I said, my voice too tight. “Quiet.”“Good,” he replied. “Good. I spoke with Director Johnson earlier. He said you’re doing w
I was still trembling when I came. My thighs quivered, clenching helplessly around Professor Damon’s cock as he emptied inside me, thick and hot. He groaned low in his chest, driving into me one last time, deep, possessive, marking me in every filthy, irreversible way.We stayed there for a moment—my back arched against the desk, his body covering mine, our sweat-slicked skin glued together, breathing ragged. The room was thick with the scent of sex, heat curling in the air even with the hum of the AC.But then—Knock.I jolted. My eyes flew open.Knock. Knock.And then a voice.“Professor Wolfe? Are you in there?”My heart plummeted into my stomach.That voice. That calm, familiar, warm voice.My father.Not just any man. Principal Clarke. Head of the school. Head of my home. And a highly respected pastor of our city's most powerful Catholic church.If he walked in and saw what had just happened-his daughter dripping with sex, the air heavy with sin, my professor still semi-hard from
“Think I didn’t notice?” he muttered, voice harsh and low. “Every time you crossed your arms under these tits in class. Every time you leaned forward while pretending to take notes. You’ve been asking for this.”I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t.My nipples tightened under his gaze, skin flushed with red palm print and hunger.“Beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself.I pushed my tits together, and he thrust between them with a low groan. His cock slid through the soft swell of my cleavage, slick and hard, the head brushing against my chin each time he rocked forward.He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting between my breasts, breathing heavy, hips snapping harder as his self-control frayed. The sound of skin on skin, our mingled breath, the wet slide of him through my cleavage—it was pure heat.“Open your mouth,” he growled.I did.The next thrust had the head of his cock brushing against my tongue, and I moaned at the taste of him—raw, masculine, overpowering. I flicked my tongue ove