HYACINTHThe mountains were filled with a mix of sounds coming together to produce the sweet intoxicating melody of lovemaking.My moans and the hard constant thumping as his dick slammed into me shut out everything else. I matched his strength and hunger grinding hard against him. I'd never been fucked this good. This was our third round of the day and I still felt like I could go on forever. Pure lust made my whole body come alive. I'd never felt this way before though it scared me, I loved the feeling.His dick felt too good. "Fuck me. Yeah. Like that–right there." I moaned.His hips moved so fluid for such a big guy. Every thrust he made sent ripples through my body.Our bodies glided with our natural bodily fluids mixing. I grabbed his shoulders and coiled back as another way of orgasmic release shot up my spine."Oh shit–" My voice trembled down to my legs. "It's so deep. Oh fuck!" My eyes rolled. I could feel him pushing deeper with every firm hard thrust."That's the spot. R
COLEShe was crazier than I thought. I watched her as she popped off all the buttons exposing her amazing breasts.I struggled hard to keep my expression blank. Her fingers teased the tip of her pink nipples until they morphed into hard dots.My heart raced. Hold it down. Hold it. Don't let her win."Is that all you got?" I asked. Her face crumbled. "It's my turn. Cover up."I felt a tug in my chest as I observed her face slip into what appeared to be a lost look. Maybe I went a little overboard.She started to button her shirt when on impulse I grabbed her hand stopping her. She looked up at me in shock, her eyes a deep pool of sinful intent.Her eyes shifted lower and she gasped seeing the throbbing erection I had. It was her doing after all.I moved closer to her keeping my gaze fixed on her eyes and said, "I have an idea."She whimpered visibly as I lowered her upper body onto the bed. Every slight move she made only served to harden my cock until it was running on the same freque
DREWAs much as I tried to wrap my mind around it, the reality of what happened evaded me.Was it the intense mind-numbing toe-curling incredibly hot multiple orgasms or the fact I was now fucking one of my Bosses? Whatever it was, it felt too damn good to tug my moral compass.If I'd been asked before if I'd be okay with having an affair with my Boss I would have said, "No. No. No. And hell no."Why? Because my moral standards won't let me. I was a badass bitch but I wasn't ratchet.But the dynamics were different. With Master Cole, there was this sexual tension between us that threatened to burn down any room we were in together. The pressure got worse when we were alone. Denying the allure would have been a crime; a sin; a fucking atrocity.We were like spark plugs and our bodies reacted like magnets. The man was remarkable and he had managed to enslave me with his cock.My polysexual nature was seeing its last days and even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew. Having one love
THEOCole fought ferociously using every trick in the book at his disposal but I wasn't about to let him get a beat on me. I countered hard and attacked harder.My whole body felt heavy but I kept going. I had to keep going. Cole's smirk had disappeared and was replaced by a stern look. I was starting to feel the painful bite of exhaustion in my joints. Sweat dripped from my body in heavy pools leaving the floor below me slippery.Cole's smirk burned more than the pain. The bastard was enjoying this. I was close to dropping on the floor yet somehow he seemed to be unaffected by our intense duel.The sword felt heftier than a planet as I squeezed the hilt painfully. A wooden sword wouldn't have been so tasking. I just had to get in my head and suggest we switch to steel."You look terrible." He snorted. "Let's take a break. I wouldn't want to drag you out of here "My jaws went tense. His offer was tempting but I'd rather drop than allow him to get in my head."He stared puzzlingly at
Doctor and patient: Ice cream addict Yara Sincara is minding her business in a cafe one morning when a strange alluring man engages her in a conversation; a conversation she doesn't want to have. Later that afternoon, she goes for her dental appointment and finds out in a shocking twist that her new dentist happens to be the strange man in the bar. Dr. William Kovak puts on his charms as he tries to blur the line between his professionalism and his lust without making a mistake but he soon finds out his cock wants Yara. Yara's body burns for hot intimate sessions with her dentist and she wants him to fill up ALL her cavities. CHAPTER ONEYARA SINCARAI woke up to the sound of tortured moans or something resembling the agonizing sound an animal makes when it's wounded. At first, my brain tried to convince me it was a false alarm ⸺ probably just phantom sounds. But it became clear after a few minutes that it was not in my head and it wasn’t a cry for help. Billy was fucking.Going back
WILLIAM KOVAC“You have an appointment by 4.” June said cooly. “I buzzed you half an hour.”I could almost hear the part of the sentence she left out. And you’re almost late you inefficient fuck!Her coldness toward me started from the day I deferentially turned down her dinner date suggestion. Her heavy breasts and intense sexual energy were enough to get any man weak in the knees but it wasn’t for me. With her the thrill of the chase was gone.“Thanks.” I said with a smile to go along with it.The look on her face would have made a baby cry. No hair off my ass if you asked me. My mind flashed for a second to the woman I’d met in the café.She had been immune to my charms but I could tell I made an impression on her. She didn’t look like the type to make it easy for any man and the mere thought of getting a taste of her made my blood rush.As I prepared for my next appointment, I tried to switch from a horny full-blooded male to an effective professional medical practitioner.Miss S
YARA SINCARA“Sounds to me like you want him.”“No I don’t!” I said defensively, my voice getting unnecessarily high-pitched. “I don’t.”“It doesn’t matter how many times you say it.” She smirked evilly. “We both know you WANT him.”“I don’t WANT him!” My voice rose again.What madness had pushed me to tell Billy about my encounter with Will at the café and later at the clinic as Dr. Kovac?“Was he good-looking?” She asked tossing a fluffy chip into her mouth from the bag in her almost flawless hands.“Well. He wasn’t bad.” I said casually but my eyes betrayed me.Who am I kidding? He’s magnificent. A handsome sonofabitch…“Maybe I should come with you next week. See the good doctor for myself. Whadduyu say?” Billy teased.“No!” What the fuck are you doing?! Fuck! Act normal for fuck sake. Don’t act — be normal.Billy’s smirk burned through my tough interior. She knew my encounter with Will had affected me in the worst way. I knew it too even though I was unwilling to admit it.Twice
WILLIAM KOVACMy heart banged against my chest with painful thuds as I made my way into the elevator. The building was supposed to be locked but Jarvis on the fourth floor still had his lights on. Keeping late nights was one of the curse of being a Private Investigator.I was just demolishing my second sandwich when I got the phone call that made me return to the office like my ass was on fire.Bloody hell! I panted trying to breath with burning lungs. The elevator felt like a matchbox and I, the stick that had been accidentally set on fire burning slowly in my prison. It felt like eternity but the elevator got to the floor. I stumbled out darting straight for the passageway leading to my office. My whole body froze immediately I made the turn.Miss Sincara stood there with a lost benign look on her face. The dress she wore was free in that it didn't cling to her body but instead it hinted at the breathtaking figure underneath.I took a moment to stay immobile in my frozen state givi
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg