"I n-need it deeper, p-please fuck me harder," I moaned, with my sweaty back squished against the bathroom walls. Bruce gazed up at me, his grip on my waist tightening, "Say no more, kitten," He muttered, before pummeling into my wet pussy with sweet, long thrusts. Fuck, how had I waited so long to have Bruce's powerful cock inside me? Now that I finally had it, I never wanted to be apart from it. +++ Nora Simpson is a final year anatomy student at New York state university. She is your typical virgin nerd who always has her nose buried in a book, and has never had a boyfriend since birth. Meanwhile, Bruce Castillo is the hot newly transferred professor in her faculty. When they meet, sparks fly and a wild fire of lust ignites in their respective hearts. What happens when they end up accidentally locked together in the elevator overnight? Will Nora cave in to her untamed lust or will she graduate college with her virginity still very much intact?
Nora's POV
I strolled through the college hallway with a depressed demeanor and a sharp tuft of tired sigh leaving my lips at numerous intervals.
Being an honor student at the top of her class was an extremely draining thing for me. To maintain my high grades, I had no boyfriend or whatever, and I had to wake up at ungodly hours in the middle of the night to study.
I sighted my lecture theatre and I strolled in with another sharp exhale of exasperation. My best friend and roommate, Laura Smith was seated at the front row as usual with her nose deep in her phone, and her airpods plugged in her ears.
I trekked to the front, and took my seat on the empty chair I found next to her. Of course, Laura didn't notice me as she was still laughing to something on her phone.
I shook my head in mock pity before I plugged an airpod out of her ear. She made to glare at me, thinking it was a stranger but her glare softened when she saw me.
"Who were you laughing with?" I scoffed, retrieving my jotting pad from my tote bag.
"My babe," Laura squealed, and gave me a side hug.
I huffed once more as she shook me and placed a peck on my cheek.
"Stop doing that, Laura. I'm not Oscar, go meet him if you're horny or something," I muttered, shrugging myself out of her hold.
Oscar was Laura's boyfriend since high school, he was three years our senior, and he worked as an assistant lecturer in our school.
She let out a groan of complaint before uttering, "We already fucked in the parking lot this morning. I rode him, and he came so hard. Nora, you need to see how much he re-"
I placed a hand to her face, "Okay, that's enough. TMI, I didn't need to know that today. Now, I'm going to be scarred for life, thanks babe," I rolled my eyes.
Laura just giggled, "You're welcome, babe,"
"By the way, have you seen the new professor yet?" Laura asked as I swigged some water from a bottle.
I frowned in confusion, bringing the bottle down from my lips, "What new professor?"
"Have you been living under a rock, Nora?" She gasped.
I shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe. But seriously, what professor? Are we really having a new professor? And for what course?" I rambled out in a breath.
"It's quite surprising that the top student of our entire faculty has no idea of everything going on. Yes, it's for this course," Laura replied.
I nodded, "That's cool. Did something happen with Mr. Hampson the former professor?"
"Yeah, he's getting transfered to California. He told us about this yesterday though, where the heck did you throw your mind during his lecture?"
"I have no idea, Laura," I muttered before swigging some water once more from my bottle.
What, I mean, who I saw trek into the room almost made me choke on the water. I coughed wildly as I released the bottle, inwardly thanking Laura for being mindful enough to rub my back in soothing circles.
"What's wrong with you today, babe? Is everything okay?" Laura asked, with concern flashing across her hazel eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, I just thought of something," I lied, a little rushed.
After I was calm from my coughing fits, I averted my gaze to the gorgeously fascinating vision of the man who literally took my breath away when he stepped into the room.
He was tall. Impressively and sexily tall.
Underneath his trenchcoat and turtleneck sweater, I knew he hid rock-hard muscles as they flexed when he moved.
His biceps were huge, and looked so fucking powerful. My mouth watered in lust as my eyes roamed down to his thick, gorgeous thighs. His thighs looked like a throne which I desperately ached to put my ass on.
Subconsciously, I ran my tongue over my lips as my gaze averted to his face. The most prominent and unreal features in the world all sat on it.
Honestly, this man didn't seem like he was born. He looked like he was created, with so much care and delicacy for him to look that perfect.
His siren gray eyes seemed like they could pierce into my soul to deduce my thoughts. His jawline was so sharp and clean shaven, and looked like it could cut into anything. His pointed nose sat regally at the center of his gorgeous face. He also had jet-black hair with a sexy undercut underneath.
Finally, my eyes took in the shape and curve of his lips.
They were drawn into a thin line as he stared at something on the podium. He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, and I almost creamed my panties with desire.
I gulped thirstily as I stared mindlessly at him.
How could a person look so damn perfect?
In my twenty one years of existence, I had never been attracted to a man like I was to the man on the podium.
I had always been the studious, good girl of the family whose purity parents wanted their daughters to emulate.
I didn't know what was happening to me but one thing was for sure, I really liked it.
The man cleared his throat into the microphone, and there were muffled mumblings and mutterings in the hall. Amidst the ruckus of noise, someone moaned, and the thunderous sound of laughter filled the hall afterward.
Honestly, I didn't blame whoever it was that moaned.
Because I'd have done so, if I could.
The man's sensual gaze was enough to get anyone shivering with a mouth-watering climax.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I am Bruce Castillo, your new professor for anatomy. I hope we all get along well," He muttered into the microphone with a dimpled smile.
Oh my goodness! He had dimples! Fucking dimples!
Could the man get anymore perfect than he already was?
His voice sounded so fucking heavenly. It was deep yet cool and velvety.
A crazy thought flashed across my mind as I watched him talk.
What would it feel like to have this man whisper into my ears as he fingered me into an orgasm?
"So, for today, we won't do anything yet. Today is for introduction and I'd be back in two days for our practical, have a nice day," He concluded, interrupting my wanton thoughts as he grabbed his computer and trekked down from the stage.
"You are so hot professor," A girl yelled as he was about to step out of the hall.
He just flashed an amused smile towards the person before he shook his head, and left quietly.
I felt somewhat deflated that he didn't notice me for no good reason.
"He's so fucking hot, Nora," Laura whispered, moments after Bruce left.
I could only nod silently in agreement as I stared at the closed door with immense want.
I wanted Bruce so bad.
Inhaling deeply, I nodded as I gazed into his sexy grey eyes, "Yes. I will be your fake fiancée, Roman." He smirked, "Perfect. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, doll." +++ One day, Sofie Diaz comes home, and is given the horrendous news of her engagement to the CEO of a reputable business corporation, who is thrice her age, by her greedy parents. Infuriated, she goes to a bar to drink her frustration away. There, she meets a sexy stranger. One thing leads to another, and Sofie ends up having a one-night stand with him. The next morning, the man, Roman Giovanni, who Sofie later realizes is one of the richest CEOs in America, makes an absurd proposal, for her to be his fake fiancée for a hundred days to fulfill his grandmother's wish, for him to get married. Ignoring her logical reasoning, Sofie accepts his proposal on a whim as she'd rather fake being engaged to a hot billionaire than be the wife of an old ogre. What happens when this arrangement of theirs blooms into love spiced with a generous dash of passionate sexcapades?
"You look so fucking sexy with your mouth wrapped around my cock," Ryan groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts into my mouth. I moaned at his praise as I widened my mouth. And a split second later, he filled my mouth with his warm release. I smirked as I gazed up seductively at him and licked the remnants of his cum off my lips. +++ Ophelia Alvarez is a helpless third-year college student during the daytime and a bottle girl at a strip club by night. She resorted to such a controversial occupation because she has to pay for her cancer-stricken father's chemotherapy treatment. When billionaire CEO, Ryan Torres offers her a juicy proposal to be his exclusive sex slave, she has no option but to accept it to ease her Dad's medical expenses. A lot of wild sexual escapades happen between them, and they eventually part ways, albeit in a terrible manner. When fate has them meet some years later, will it be enough to get her to forgive the cruel, and arrogant billionaire, for abandoning both her and their unborn baby in a pool of blood, three years ago?
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
Evelyn Brooks' life has been completely transformed ever since her parents died in a terrible accident. She went from grieving to being forced into an arranged marriage to a man who never gave her a second look. After his disastrous relationship, Edward Richards vowed never to trust in love again-that is, until he learned to love his arranged wife. Before it turned out to be desired, the marriage was first arranged and unwanted. But will "love" be sufficient to preserve their union?
Andrea Deciding that I was going to skip a day at work so I could have first time sex with my boyfriend seemed like the most absurd decision I could ever make. Or at least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd walked in on my said boyfriend cheating on me with some redhead and decided to get my revenge by losing my virginity to his wealthy billionaire father instead. Crazy, right? Trust me, I know. Like that's not enough, things take a drastic turn for the worst after I realized I was in love with him and pregnant with his child. Before I could get the chance to come clean about every including my feelings formhim and the pregnancy, he finds out about my trickery. Alejandro's not one to condone being lied to and deceived so he immediately tells me he doesn't want to see me again. So what do I do? I pack up and leave the country. But it seems like the universe isn't done with us just yet. . . Alejandro I should have known better than to get involved with someone way younger than me. It was something I've never done before. But like the saying goes, there's a first time for everything. The first time I met Andrea I was captivated by her beauty. More than that there was this innocence in her that called out to me like a moth to a flame. I ignored all the warnings in my head and went after what I wanted. And what I wanted was her. Unfortunately what she wanted was revenge against my son. I told myself that it had to be some kind of mistake. There was no way she had been playing with my feelings and planning some silly revenge this whole time. But she had. It had taken a surprise visit from my son for me to find out her true intentions. Even then it had been hard to believe it. But I couldn't deny that she'd fooled me real good alright. So naturally I cut ties with her. And that's supposed to be the end, right? Wrong. Turns out that our story was never destined to end just there. . .
This is a story about two damaged people who came together because of one's desire and the other's fear. Cassandra She was young, innocent, loving, and pretty with big eyes that showed her soul. She was stunningly beautiful but broken and alone, trapped in a world of monsters. Then he appeared. People say he is the worst monster of all, someone you pray never to meet. Will she escape him, or will he become her whole world? Dominic He was ruthless, aggressive, and merciless. Everyone feared him, and he was proud to be the king of his world. But he was also broken. Then she appeared. She was like a fragile doll, his doll. Will he take what he wants and move on, or will she become his life? "Let me go, please," she begged. He buried his face in her neck and tightened his grip around her arms. "Shhhh... breathe, love," he whispered. She cringed at his nickname for her, and he continued, "You are mine, and I am never letting you go. I will give you everything, my love, except your freedom from me."
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”