All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

1Professor Marcus Bennett's POVI'm going to hell for this. I know I am.But when Isla walked into my office wearing that skirt—that fucking skirt that barely covered her ass—I stopped caring about salvation, tenure, or the ethical code I'd signed when I became a professor at this university.All I could think about was bending her over my mahogany desk and making her scream my name while I fucked every ounce of innocence out of her tight little body.God forgive me, but I'd been fantasizing about it for weeks.Every Tuesday and Thursday when she sat in the front row of my Ethics and Philosophy lecture—the irony wasn't lost on me—crossing those long, smooth legs that seemed to go on forever. Every time she bit that plump bottom lip while taking notes. Every time she stayed after class to ask questions, standing just a little too close, her perfume invading my senses and making my cock strain against my slacks.I told myself it was nothing. That I was a professional. That she was my st

PROFESSOR'S POV;I thought once would be enough.I thought fucking Isla on my desk would satisfy this sick craving and I could go back to being the respectable professor everyone believed I was. That I could look at her in class without my cock hardening. That I could hear her voice without remembering how she screamed my name.I was wrong. So fucking wrong.Because now that I'd tasted her, felt her tight little pussy clench around my cock, heard those desperate whimpers as she begged me not to stop—I was addicted. And addicts don't quit after just one hit.It had been three days since she'd been in my office. Three days of torture sitting through faculty meetings while my mind replayed every detail: the way she looked bent over my desk, the wet sounds of my cock driving into her, the smell of sex that lingered in my office for hours afterward.I jerked off in the shower that morning thinking about her. Twice. And still showed up to my evening Ethics lecture with a semi that wouldn't

"Hello? Maintenance. Anyone still in here?"A male voice. Older. The janitor making his rounds.I stayed perfectly still, bent over Isla, my hand still covering her mouth, my dick throbbing inside her. We were partially hidden by the podium, but if he came down the stairs, if he walked past the first few rows—"Lights are still on," the janitor muttered to himself.I felt Isla's heart hammering against my chest. Felt her breath coming in short, panicked gasps against my palm. Felt her pussy clench around me, and Christ, she was getting wetter, turned on by the danger of it.Footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer.Every muscle in my body tensed. If he caught us—if he saw a professor balls-deep in a student—My cock twitched inside her. The forbidden thrill of it, the absolute insanity of staying frozen like this while an erection pulsed inside her tight heat—it was the most intense thing I'd ever felt.Isla's eyes met mine, wide and terrified and aroused all at once.The footsteps stop

ISLAI obeyed, parting my lips, and he guided his cock to my mouth. The head brushed against my tongue and I tasted salt and musk and him. I moaned, trying to take him deeper, but he held me still."Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I want to watch you. Want to see how badly you want this."I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around just the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to taste more of him. His hips jerked forward involuntarily and his grip in my hair tightened."Tease," he accused, but there was approval in his voice.I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my hand to stroke what didn't fit in my mouth. He was so thick my jaw already ached, but I didn't care. I wanted this. Wanted to worship his cock, wanted to prove how good I could be for him."That's it," he encouraged, his free hand coming to cup my cheek, thumb brushing away the spit that was already gathering at the corners of my mouth. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well

ONE; SEX PARTYpushed open the heavy wooden door of the sprawling frat house, and the assault hit me instantly—a thick, humid wall of sweat, musk, and the sharp, unmistakable tang of fresh cum. The electronic bass throbbed through the floorboards and up my legs like a second heartbeat, but it was drowned out by the symphony of guttural grunts, broken moans, high-pitched whimpers, the relentless wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional raw, desperate cry of “fuck me harder” or “don’t stop, I’m coming again.”My eyes flew wide as I stepped inside. No shred of hesitation, no polite introductions, just bodies tangled up shamelessly fucking everywhere I looked.Directly in front of me, on the kitchen counter that doubled as a makeshift stage, a petite blonde was splayed wide open in invitation. Her slim legs were hooked high over the tattooed shoulders of a broad, ripped guy whose arms were covered in ink. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt in her stretched, glistening pin