MasukKate's POV “Babe… Kate… I am sorry, please talk to me…” Jeremy was calling out to me as I walked away, his voice cracking with desperation as he followed close behind.After I had proven to a reasonable degree that Sarah was lying about the things she said happened between me and Mr. William in his car, I pretended to be angry that Jeremy would actually believe that in the first place — that I would ever cheat on him or that something was happening between Mr. William and me. So I stormed out of the lecture hall, shoulders stiff, chin high, acting every bit the wronged girlfriend.However, in my mind, I knew I had already been cheating on him with Mr. William in the most vivid, filthy ways possible. I had imagined him fucking me in every corner of that mansion — bent over his kitchen counter with my gown shoved up around my waist, his thick cock slamming into me from behind while I moaned “Daddy, harder.” In his pleasure room, tied to that bench with my legs spread wide, his mouth de
Kate's POV “One of his bitches? What the fuck are you talking about?” I frowned, my voice low but sharp with disbelief.“A young lady like yourself involving with someone old enough to be her father. What other words can I use to describe it? Do tell me. Isn’t that a bitch?” Sarah said, evidently trying to piss me off, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.She was succeeding as I felt the great urge of reaching out and strangling the life from her lungs, my fingers itching to wrap around her throat. Heat rushed to my face, a mix of fury and something darker, more shameful — because deep down, the word “bitch” sent a forbidden thrill straight between my legs. I could almost imagine Mr. William calling me that in a completely different way — his voice rough and commanding as he bent me over, thick cock slamming into me from behind while he growled, “That’s right, my little bitch, take every inch.”But I didn’t want to cause a scene, since we were still inside the lecture hall. I force
Kate's POV I couldn't help but notice Jeremy was a bit moody when he came to sit beside me in the lecture hall. Though he greeted me with a quick kiss on the cheek and tried to act normal, I could tell something was eating him inside. He is my boyfriend, after all, and he had been my friend since childhood, so I know when something is up. His smile didn't reach his eyes, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and his fingers kept tapping restlessly on the desk. I should have asked, but I didn't. I don't know why. Is it that I don't really care? Or is it the fact that I think I might have an idea why he was in this mood? Because shortly after he entered the lecture hall, Sarah also walked in, and the way she looked at me and Jeremy — a sly, satisfied little smirk — it was as if she had set something in motion.Sarah must have told him about our little argument and my refusal to give her Mr. William's phone number, though that shouldn't be enough reason for him to be in this moody state.
Kate's POV “First of all, I have no involvement with Mr. William whatsoever except for the fact he accommodates me in his place. So I won't watch you disrespect me in that manner. If you want his phone number then you will have to go to him, but since he didn't want to give you and you are so desperately in need of it, then it's best you start looking for another means to get it,” I said, my voice steady but laced with an edge I couldn't quite hide.The words tasted bitter on my tongue, because deep down I knew the truth — I did have involvement with him. In my head, in my dreams, in the way my body reacted every time he was near. I turned on my heel and walked away before she could respond, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs. Behind me, Sarah called out “bitch” in a frustrated, venomous tone, but I couldn't help but smile — a small, satisfied curve of my lips that felt both victorious and guilty.The thought of sharing Mr. William with anyone was not something
Kate's POV Yes Sarah is my course mate but we ain't actually friends like that. The few times I have talked to her was because of my boyfriend Jeremy — I think they are kinda close or something — so I was kinda taken aback when she came up to me and started acting like my best friend in front of Mr. William. Plus, though I didn't complain and was nice, I noticed she was a bit flirty with Mr. William, which didn't really sit well with me.Like why the hell would she be asking for his contact number?I was angry, even jealous, but I couldn't show it. How could I when I had a boyfriend? Whatever she does with Mr. William shouldn't be my concern… however, that was not the case. Deep down, I was just very happy Mr. William didn't give her his number and didn't flirt back with her. That made me feel a little bit special. I don't know if he did that for me or not, but the fact is I liked it. It made my stomach flutter and my pussy give a little involuntary clench, like my body was rewarding
William's POV As I drove Kate to her school, the silence between us felt heavy and awkward, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. I didn’t like it — not one bit — but I had no idea what to say to her. Every time I opened my mouth, the only words that came to mind were filthy. I kept imagining pulling the car over on some quiet side road, dragging her into my lap, and finally fucking her right there in the front seat. Sliding my hand under that simple gown, finding her already wet and ready, then freeing my aching cock and sinking deep into her tight little pussy while she moaned my name and rode me hard. I didn’t even care if it meant we’d end up wrapped around a truck — the fantasy was that strong.I occasionally glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She was staring at me, her gaze soft but lingering, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. If she only knew the things running through mine, she’d probably think I was a disgusting old pe
William's POV The ride from Marcus’s place felt longer than it should have, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows like they were trying to outrun the heat still simmering under my skin. My cock hadn’t fully softened since that living-room show—still half-hard, aching against the seam o
Kate's POV The arena throbbed like a living thing—bass already rumbling through the floor even though the lights were still up, the air thick with the smell of beer, sweat, cheap perfume, and anticipation. Bodies pressed everywhere in the general admission pit, swaying, shouting, arms raised like
William's POV I watched them go—three bodies moving together, hands roaming, laughter trailing behind like smoke. The click of heels on hardwood faded up the stairs, followed by the soft thud of a bedroom door closing.The living room felt suddenly too big. Too quiet. The Formula 1 race droned on
William's POV The room was thick with heat and perfume—jasmine, vanilla, the sharp bite of champagne on ice. My cock was already throbbing, heavy and leaking against the slow, expert swirl of Sasha’s tongue. She took me deep, throat relaxing around me like she’d been born for this, cheeks hollowin







