"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?
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Olivia White replaced her sister to be engaged to Vincent Barton. She thought that the one she married would be a disabled man with notorious reputation, while to her surprise, Vincent is actually very handsome with great figure. What’s more, he treats her so well that he tends to satisfy all her requirements with no limits. In front of the public, he is the ruthless heir to the Emperor, while in front of her, he is her clingy husband who only belongs to her.