S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
Lila stepped directly into my path, arms crossed over her broad chest, her spicy, aggressive alpha scent slamming into me like a wall—clove and smoke and dominance—clashing violently with the heavy, sweet layer of Jason’s thick musk still rolling off my skin in palpable waves.
“Excuse me?” I managed, voice quieter than I wanted, trying to keep it steady even as fresh slick involuntarily mixed with the cum already leaking down my thighs, turning the mess between my legs into a warm, slippery disaster that made my knees tremble.
Lila threw her head back and laughed, loud and theatrical, the sound echoing off the high ceilings so that nearby tables—dozens of them—turned to watch. Heads swiveled