Semua Bab LUST AND ECSTASY; SPICY EROTICA COLLECTIONS : Bab 21 - Bab 30

SYANE“Why does it feel like you're the only one enjoying this?” He took off my blindfold.I turned my head slightly to look at him. “You're rock hard, so h-how am I the only one enjoying this?”“Your mouth has always been your undoing. Perhaps, it needs to be busy,” he said, getting in front of me and whipping out his dick. “Suck on it like your life depends on it.”He was big, really big. If I had known sex with him would feel this good even without penetration, I'd have done this ever since. To think Mom is missing out on him is such a shame.I kissed the tip of his cock and then his balls, as he held my head up with my hair. I took it in, his dick feeling too big for a blow job. I had barely made it past the tip.“Don't disappoint me, Syane. You can do better than that,” he looked down at me with disappointment and not wanting to let him down, I tried harder but had to catch my breath.“It won't fit,” I complained. I truly was doing my best.“I'll help you this time, so open wide,

Becoming His Assistant IVY'S POV The walk from the lecture hall to the faculty wing felt like a march to the gallows. Professor Blake took long strides and walked faster than I expected, making it harder for me to catch up to him. I followed a few paces behind, feeling impossibly small. Every time the hem of my skirt brushed my knees, I was reminded of how fragile my position was. I was a girl who had built a life out of glass bricks, and Nathan Blake was a man who specialized in shattering them.When we reached his office, he didn't hold the door open for me. He walked in, went straight to his desk, and waited. I stepped inside, the click of the door closing behind me sounding like my faith had been seal.I considered for a split second if I could bribe him with the little cash I had but he didn't look like the type to accept bribes.His office was exactly what I imagined: floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with leather-bound volumes, the scent of old paper and expensive cologne,

The Taste Of Forbidden Fruit IVY'S POV His blue eyes were no longer icy. They were possessive, nearly like he wanted to eat me up right now."Look at me while I break your focus, Ivy," he commanded.I watched him as he worked me, my vision blurring. The contrast was staggering—his expensive suit, his professional demeanor, and the way he was systematically dismantling me on his office furniture. I felt the climax building as I moved my hips, I wanted him to put it in but he didn't seem like he wanted to despite having a hard on."Please," I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for."Say it," he hissed, his fingers hitting a sensitive nerve that made my whole body jump. "Tell me who owns this moment.""You," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the maps on the desk, crinkling the expensive parchment. "You do. Nathan... please."Just as I reached the peak, as the first waves of release began to crash through my petite frame, he pulled his hand away.I slumped against the desk, my bre

Faculty GalaIVY'S POV I was dressed in a standard-issue catering uniform—a stiff white button-down and a black skirt that felt too long and too itchy. My job was to circulate with a silver tray of champagne. How did I get here? Well, I volunteered to help out at the Faculty Gala solely because I knew Professor Blake would be the guest of honor. It had to be obsession at this point.I caught sight of him across the room, and my breath hitched. He was in a tuxedo, the black wool tailored so perfectly to his lean, muscular frame that he looked like a statue come to life. He was surrounded by a group of wealthy donors and a particularly striking female professor from the Law department who kept resting her hand on his forearm.Nathan was smiling—a polite, distant version of the smirk I saw in his office. He looked untouchable. He looked like the world-class academic the university touted him to be, not the man who had bent me over his desk hundred and sixty-eight hours ago. That was bas

A Fraud And A LiarIVY'S POV Winter camed by quickly and the whole university was covered in snow. Just in case I hadn't mentioned it, Winter was my favorite season but also my worst. Having to deal with the workflow that came with the festive season was not something I could describe with the word—“hate”. And just like it couldn't get any worse, I had to be found out.I sat in the oversized leather guest chair, my coat draped over my shoulders, shivering—not just from the cold, but from the email glowing on the monitor of Nathan’s computer.FROM: Office of the Dean of FacultyTO: Professor N. BlakeRE: Audit of Undergraduate Research Grant – Carter, I.“Nathan, we’ve flagged the Carter paper for a secondary verification. Our automated system couldn't ping the digital archive at Vercelli. Please provide the direct contact for the archivist who supervised her visit. We need this by tomorrow morning to finalize the scholarship disbursements.”My stomach dropped. I already had enough on