Lips Teacher Shameless

Lost in my desires, I pulled him in, taking his lips in mine. Sucking on his lower lip, I bit him slightly as my tongue searched for his. His hands moved to my thighs as he caressed them softly. The graze of his fingers sent sparks through my body as he lifted me in his arms. Walking towards the bed, he placed me gently. Leaning in slowly, he sniffed my neck, engulfing my scent in his senses. Trailing his lips on the side of my face to my lips, he took mine viciously as I let out soft moans in between our kiss. His hands navigated my body as his fingers explored my curves wildly. Drawing away from my lips slowly, he traced my face with his lips, making his way to my ear. His voice a deep whisper, "You asked for this." ...***... After a whirlwind night of betrayal and heartbreak, Maya seeks a fresh start in California. Desperate for a job, she lands a position as a secretary for Adrian Steele—the man from that fateful night. Just as she believes her past is behind her, long-buried secrets resurface, throwing her life into chaos. Will Maya find true love, or will the turmoil of her past leave her disillusioned? Will the hidden truths be unveiled, or remain shrouded in mystery? Read to find out

Synopsis He close the expanse between us and I won't lie I close my eyes for a bit because I don't know how it got so hot and steamy between us. His lips touch my jaw, making me tremble. He continues a line of kisses along my jawline and I nod. I know he is right, I have no idea what this is. As his lips touch the spot just below my ear I moan and he does it again, this time sucking the skin. That electricity between us appears again, this time more wild than ever before. Why is this always happening with him? I shut my mind off from my thoughts and wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and in a swift he crash his lips with me and deepen it immediately and all sexual attachment aroused and I felt unsatisfied. His lips move in sync with mine as he eat out my lower lips and I moan out unconsciously. He palm my ass cheek in his hand. He raise me up and I wrap my leg round his torso with no one ready to pull back. He kiss me passionately and it felt like he had always wanted to do this for so long because he poured all his love into it.

Sophia Blake never expected her job as a teacher to pull her into a contract marriage with Luca Moretti, a cold and calculating Mafia boss whose only weakness in this world is his only daughter, Clara. As tensions rise and a deadly rival begins to close in, Sophia becomes the unexpected support in Luca’s life, and the one person who might save his family and his heart. But in a world of betrayal and bloodshed, will their love survive? Or will they get eaten up by the turmoil?

WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including StepSister And Brother sex,, Office sex, Lesbian sex, Teacher and student sex, Doctor and patient, Bondage And domination, Gang sex. Etc.

Amity Escobar always gets herself in trouble because of the rumors circulating in the school where she is teaching. She often thinks that giving up is the best way to end the issues. But despite the thought of turning her back on her profession, she can’t turn her back on the person who’s the main reason she’s working at Hasse. And when the new president comes, it seems that he quickly takes the side of people who judge her. She hates him for always sending her memos without studying those issues about her. Would he be the reason for failing her promise to the late president of the school? He who is the late president’s son.

They say it takes two to tango. A relationship needs two people to make it work. But what if I tell you that it's not just one who caught her interest, but four hot men? She's into four damn handsome men, each with their unique personality. "They call them the Four Hotties, but I call them temptation, secrets, and the kind of love that's worth every risk," Via remarked with a smirk. Her motto in life echoed through the air, "Date more, find joy, don't stick to one boy." Does that make her a selfish whore? Hell no! There are plenty of men in this world, and the supply isn't running out anytime soon. Via Rosalind Hawthorne, a cheer captain at Woodbridge University finds herself caught in a problem that will bring her closer to four hotties. Which leads her in making the operation make the four hotties obsessed with her.

Robin leaned close to my ears and whispered the words that only made me stiff and froze my heart. He leans back but while doing so, his lips brushed against mine and a smile escaped his lips, he left my chin and walked away whistling to himself. I just couldn’t move, the touch of his lips that were on mine yet again clouded my mind and the words he whispered in my ears just kept on resounding as silence filled the air where I stood, only the words he had just said arrogantly, yet sweetly, played on in my head. You belong to me and no one else!

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

On the Goldman heir's wedding day, I take a small bite out of a piece of cake because I am hungry from waiting too long at the ceremony. But my fiancee, Sheryl Wilson, slaps me in the face immediately. "You really are shameless! How could you eat in an occasion like this?" Dazed from the slap, I look at the other guests, who are staring at us at the moment. Having tasted copper in my mouth, I turn on my heel and approach the heir with a plate in my hands. "The cake's pretty delicious. Do you want a slice?" Sheryl started to panic. She's about to drag me away when the groom of the wedding takes a small bite out of the same slice. He remarks coolly, "It really is tasty. I'll have my men prepare 100 slices of cake for the woman who slapped you just now."

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.