Semua Bab Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Not Ethan. Not the half-hearted texts from guys I’ve already broken.Professor Dean.His voice still echoed in my head, calm, clipped, like he didn’t need to raise it to control the room. That annoyed me. And turned me on.Most men tried to impress me. This one? He dismissed me like a footnote. Like I didn’t matter.That was mistake number one.I wore a tighter blouse the next day. White, crisp, just slightly see-through. My lips were glossed red, my eyes lined sharp enough to slice through silence.When he walked in, he didn’t look at anyone. The whole room tensed like someone had just pulled the pin on a grenade.He placed his tablet on the desk, adjusted his sleeves, and finally lifted his gaze. For a second, his eyes locked on mine. Nothing flickered. No reaction. No trace of yesterday.And that made me smile.He was better than most.“Open your textbooks to chapter one,” he said, already walking the rows. “Let’s see how well your last tutor ta

Two fingers plunged into my pussy, fast and relentless.“Ah ahh! Fuck...!” I gasped, my body jerking.His mouth stayed latched to my breast, tongue swirling, sucking hard.“Mm, ngh, yes... don’t stop—”My hips rocked against his hand, desperate, aching.“God, right there ahh!”He curled his fingers just right, and I shattered with a cry.We heard the door creak open. My heart stopped but he didn’t. He shoved me into the bathroom, turned the tap on full blast to drown the sounds, and lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled out his cock and thrust into me in one hard stroke.“Ahh, fuck!” I growled, clinging to him.He slammed into me, deep and rough. “Can you take it?” he whispered darkly.“Don’t stop,” I moaned, barely able to breathe.“Tarrr! Pahhh!” Skin on skin, my ass slapped his thighs.“Sweetheart?” my mom called.“I’m... ahh... just helping him!” I cried, breathless.His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my next moan as he kept driving into me,

"Elijah?" Professor Dean said as he saw the man who entered.He looked exactly like Professor Dean but older by maybe two or three years. Taller. Broader. And hotter in a way that was unfair, like his hot had a pro version. Same sharp jawline, same dark eyes, but this one carried power in the way he stood, like he could ruin you and make you thank him for it.I didn’t wait for explanations. My skirt was still wrinkled, my legs still shaking. I pulled my clothes back together in a rush, heart racing, and slipped out of the office like I hadn’t just been fucked over his desk.But I wanted more. God, I did. My body was still humming, throbbing, not fully satisfied. It was like my orgasm got interrupted by adrenaline and it left a tension inside me that I needed to release.So I slipped down the hallway, heart hammering, until I reached the bathroom.I ducked inside trying to masturbate, the tile cold beneath my heels. As I turned to lock the door and finally touch myself, Ethan rushed

Professor Dean's POVI got to school the next day already half-hard.I’d taken a couple of those little pills before, the ones that kept me alert, focused, and ready for action when the moment came. My cock hadn’t gone soft since morning. All I needed was Lucy to show up. That tight little thing… Today, I planned to ruin her in the bathroom right behind my office. I’d already imagined bending her over the sink, her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle the sounds.But then, ping a message.“I’m exhausted, sir. I helped mum clean the entire compound. I’ll come tomorrow.”Just like that, my brain scrambled. My pulse kicked. My cock throbbed uselessly in my trousers.Damn it.Masturbation? After all this buildup? No. I needed a pussy. Hot, wet, real. Only that could satisfy this aching need clawing through me.And then, like divine punishment or providence, she walked in.Miss Clara.She stood tall, poised, the kind of woman who didn’t just walk, she glided. Her curves filled her cloth

Lucy’s POVFor the past week, Elijah and I had been fucking like animals every chance we got. Morning. Noon. Night.Always when Professor Dean was away at work.I told my mum I was down with a fever, just enough drama to excuse my absence from school and stay home.She bought it.She always does.So today, just like every other stolen day, I danced barefoot around the house in nothing but a sheer nightgown, no bra, no panties, nothing underneath but skin begging to be touched.When I heard Elijah’s knock, I nearly ran.He stepped in the moment I opened the door, eyes dark and hungry.“I thought you weren’t coming,” he whispered, pulling me inside. “I was this close to dragging you to my place.”Before I could speak, he had me against the door.My nightgown was already up around my hips, and his fingers slipped between my thighs, finding my pussy soaked and ready.Two fingers slid inside me without hesitation.“Fuck, you’re always this wet for me, huh?” he growled against my neck.I mo