"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?
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
BOOK 1- BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE BOOK. MATURE THEMES 18+ The book may contain s!xual scenes, sudden instances of possessiveness, mild violence. Sydney Morgan and Gavin Reed, high school sweethearts, had been married for over a decade. Five years of their relationship were filled with unconditional love; however, in the next six years, this changes drastically between them when Sydney takes advice from her best friend, Gavin's first love. When Sydney loses her baby, Gavin is left broken and vulnerable in the hands of his first love. She convinces him to divorce Sydney, and when he does, Sydney loses it and nearly gets hit by a car, but then the talk of the town, Gavin's rival, and CEO's son, hiding behind a facàde, comes to her rescue.
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"