Ady gasped next to me as she pulled her purse away from the mess on the table. I blinked away the cold liquid and wiped my mouth off. I instantly saw red as anger shot through me like a hot piston. And what I did next was out of my control, my anger had taken over.I lunged at Isadora as I grabbed her around the neck. She screamed as her hands flew around wildly above her. She tried to grab anything she could, which just so happened to be my hair. I groaned out from the pain of it but pushed through as I punched her right in the ribs. She cried out again and finally released my hair."Hey!" A big loud man hollered behind us before I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me backward. "No fighting inside the bar!" He pointed up as my gaze followed his finger to a large sign that literally said the exact same thing. "You two need to get the hell out before I call the cops.""We're going- we promise." Ady held up her hands to calm the big guy down as my gaze traveled over to Isad
I couldn't believe Weston was actually here with his arms tightly around me. Was I dreaming? Because if I were, I never wanted to wake up. I pressed against his chest as I needed to lean back from him to stare up into his perfectly beautiful face. I had to confirm that he was actually standing here."Weston..." I breathed out in a whisper. "You're here."The corner of his mouth tugged up just the way I liked into the sexiest smile I had ever seen. "Yeah, sorry it took me so long."I smacked him. I just couldn't help myself. He made me feel horrible the last several weeks and left me completely hanging. He never called, texted, or came to see me, and he just so happens to pick the evening after I punched his now ex-girlfriend in the face?"You're an asshole." I pushed farther away from him as I headed up the stone steps to my front door and shoved my key in.He chuckled from behind me as I heard him walk right up to my backside when his body heat consumed me. His hands grabbed my bicep
"Weston-" I paused, trying to think of the right words here. I wanted so desperately to jump into his arms, bury my face in his neck, and smell his intoxicating scent while he ravished my body with his hands until we were both naked, but I stopped myself. For the first time in a long time, I just wanted to talk. Sex would have to wait. "Weston, I want to forgive you, I want to be able to let you back into my life, but I don't know how. I've been burned so many times in the past and you've literally burned me several times in just the three days we knew each other." And that's when a revelation hit me. "Oh my god, we don't even know each other. I don't know anything about you. What you like to do for fun. What you like for breakfast. What your favorite movie is..."He brought his finger up to my mouth to shush me while he laughed. "I know we don't know each other that well, but that's why I'm here, Millie. I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me. And if you really want
EROTICA 2Boss Bitch"How many times do I have to go over this with you?" Annoyance dripped from my tone as I stared across my desk at one of my employees. It was the third time this week that I had to reprimand this guy.He stepped from one foot to the other as he tugged on his tie. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Koffee, it won't happen again.""It's Ms. Koffee," I corrected. There hasn't been a single man in my life worthy enough to change my name from Ms. to Mrs. "And are you sure it won't happen again? This is the third time you've been in my office this week. I normally have a three strikes and you're out policy, but luckily for you, I'm feeling generous today. If it happens again, you're out on your ass."He nodded vigorously before he tucked tail and nearly ran from my office. I learned early on that being a female boss came with extra responsibilities. Most of the employees didn't take me seriously at first, but once I began dropping the hammer they realized that I wasn't a pushover and
I brought my other hand up, unbuttoning my blouse as I went until the cool office air nipped at my nipples. The matching black lace bra was completely see-through and easy access to tease myself.As my fingers pinched one of my nipples, my thrusting hand picked up speed. But it still wasn't enough. Sitting in my chair made it impossible to spread my legs open and I needed more thrusting.Moving to the couch in my office, I laid down and went right back to where I was. My fingers were coated with my arousal as the smell hit my nose and made me moan. Thankful that my bra was a front clasp, I unhooked it and let my heavy breasts free. The sensation only made my nipples bud harder as I roughly pinched them, moaning again.I squeezed my eyes closed, picturing Caine's face and bulging muscles as I tried to push myself toward an orgasm as quickly as I could. But then my office door opened and my eyes whipped open, staring into the green globes that haunted my dreams.His mouth opened and clo
Caine inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth as he thrust his cock as far as my mouth would let him. I slobbered the hell out of his cock and tried to take him in further but the tip quickly gagged me. I pulled back, putting as much attention on his head as I could. My tongue circled the tip before I ran my mouth along the back vein before I reached his tight balls. They fit into my mouth perfectly as I sucked them in one at a time, stroking his cock with my hand and loving that my spit provided enough lubricant to stroke him easily.His hand went into my hair before he gripped tightly, making me cry out in ecstasy. I loved it when a man got rough with me. He grabbed the base of his cock again before I leaned back, opened my mouth, and waited for him to sink in. His hand in my hair controlled everything as he pushed back into my mouth. My gag reflex came back and he knew where my limit was, backing out just slightly before he held my head still and fucked my mouth.The sound of my m
PART 3: Professor KinkStaring at my computer screen, I feel my chest rise and fall as my cheeks flush. It has been a hot minute since I've been fucked good, and this new writing assignment isn't making it easy for me.My creative writing professor is the coolest hippie woman I've ever met, giving us an assignment to write our deepest sexual fantasy in 5,000 words or less. It's an exciting assignment and one that is seriously turning me on right now.The other assignment I have to work on is being ignored in the background as I type up the makings of a BDSM porn video. This is far more exciting to write about than historical women from the twentieth century. My history assignment will have to wait until I'm finished with this gem and a tumble in the sheets with my vibrator first.Is it getting hot in here? Sweat lines my back as I continue writing out one of the scenes.{He takes my hair in his fisted hands, pulling my head back as I arch my hips and take all of him in. One hand circl
All in all, I believe women through history have made it possible for the women today to be as strong as they are. Women will always matter.Boom. Done.I bring my email back up, sending the essay to Professor Sexy before I close my laptop once more and crawl back into bed. Knowing that both of my essays are done and sent off, and I had an orgasm, I'm able to easily fall into a deep sleep.Walking to class the next morning, I see Professor Sexy greeting students as they enter his class. God, the man is seriously hot. It should be illegal to be that sexy and be able to teach your peers. Honestly! What was the Dean thinking when he hired this man? Does he want to make all the women go crazy here?My heart races the closer I get to him, trying not to make eye contact. It's silly to think he knew what I did in my bed last night, but that's all I can think about when I approach him. Every hair stands up on the back of my neck, or maybe it's just the excitement from being this close to him