LOGINZara's POV They moved toward a table near the back, the women chatting easily while the other man held the door for them. Dom didn’t glance my way at all. He pulled out a chair and sat down like he belonged there, calm and composed, the same way he stood at the front of his classroom. My stomach tightened at the sight of him. Even in the middle of his colleagues, he carried that quiet authority that made the air around him feel heavier.I must have been staring, because Marcus’s voice pulled me back. “Zara? You okay? You went all quiet on me.”I blinked and turned back to him, feeling my cheeks warm. “Sorry. Just zoned out for a second.”He followed my gaze toward the professors’ table and raised an eyebrow. “Do you know any of them? The tall guy looks familiar.”I hesitated. I should have said no, kept it simple, but the words came out before I could catch them. “Professor Calloway is one of my psychology professors.” My voice sounded normal enough, but inside my pulse was racing. J
Zara's POV I stayed on my knees for a moment longer, looking up at him with my lips still wrapped around the last taste of him. My mouth felt full and swollen, and I could feel the warm, salty flavor of him lingering on my tongue. It was thick and real, nothing like I had imagined when I used to write scenes like this in my head. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with satisfaction, and he reached out slowly. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, wiping away a little of the shine there, and he smiled in that quiet, knowing way.“Such a pretty girl,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was still catching his breath. “Look at you, on your knees in my office, with those lips all swollen and shiny from sucking my cock. You took it so well, little dove. Every inch. And you swallowed every drop like you were made for it. Such a good girl for daddy.”I felt a fresh rush of heat spread through me at his words. My body was still buzzing from the way he had licked me ea
Zara's POV I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against the head of his cock as I looked up at him. “Maybe I’m not,” I said, my voice soft but steady. “Maybe I want this. Maybe I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Is that so bad, daddy?”He let out another low groan, his hips shifting forward just a fraction, like he was fighting the urge to push into my mouth. “It’s not bad,” he said, his voice thick. “But you’re playing a dangerous game. You keep this up, and I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you’re choking on it. Is that what you want? To have my cock down your throat while you look up at me like that?”I felt a fresh rush of heat between my legs at his words. I leaned in again, letting my tongue trace along the underside of his cock this time, slow and deliberate. I could feel how hard he was, how much he was holding back, and it made me bolder. My hand stroked him in time with my tongue, and I
Zara's POV I stayed bent over the desk for another moment, my breath coming in shaky gasps as the last waves of the orgasm rolled through me. My legs felt weak, and my body hummed with that deep, satisfied ache that spread from between my thighs all the way up to my chest. The short plaid skirt was still bunched around my waist, and the cool air of the office brushed against my exposed skin, making me shiver. I could feel how wet I still was, the thin panties pulled to the side and soaked through, and the faint sting on my ass from last night mixed with the fresh warmth from his mouth on me. It felt good in a way that left me wanting more, not less.He stood up behind me, his hand resting warm and steady on my lower back. “You can go back to your remaining classes now,” he said, his voice low and even, though still rough around the edges from what we had just done. “Pull yourself together and head out. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”I should have listened. I should have fixed my s
Zara's POVI nodded quickly, my voice coming out in a shaky whisper. “I understand, daddy. I’ll be quiet. I promise. Just please don’t stop. It feels too good.”He didn’t answer with words. He just went back to licking me, his tongue working faster now, lapping at my pussy like he was starving for it. He spread my ass cheeks wider with his hands, holding me open so he could reach every part of me. His tongue circled my clit again, sucking on it gently before flicking over it in quick little strokes that made my vision blur. I bit down on my lip harder, tasting blood, as I fought to stay quiet. Every lick sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel myself getting closer again, that tight heat building until I thought I might explode.He pulled back again, just for a second, his breath hot against my pussy. “You taste so fucking good,” he said, his voice rough and low. “So sweet and wet for me. This is what you needed, isn’t it? My mouth on this greedy little pussy afte
Zara's POV He let out a low sound, something between a groan and a curse. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough and thick. His fingers trailed down from my ass, slow and deliberate, until they reached the edge of my panties. He hooked one finger under the thin fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air of his office. I felt the shift immediately, the way the damp material slid away and left me open to him. Then his finger ran through my wetness, sliding easily along my folds from my clit all the way back. I was dripping, and the slick sound of it filled the quiet room as he touched me.“Look at this,” he said, his voice low and teasing now, though still edged with that control that made my stomach flip. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Your pussy is dripping down your thighs, little dove. All from me spanking that ass and calling you a brat. You begged me for this, didn’t you? You wanted my fingers on you so badly you couldn’t even wait. Tell me how it feels
Zara’s POVForty-four years old. Broader than I remembered. More solid. The four years since I’d last seen him had only sharpened everything—made him more commanding, more dangerously handsome. My breath caught hard. Heat flooded between my legs so fast and so wet I had to shift in my seat, the se
Zara's POV I quietly obeyed, my hands shaking just a little as I opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. The gravel crunched under my heels, and I could feel the night pressing in around us. He got out too and walked around to my side of the car. I didn’t know what to expect, bu
Zara’s POVTwenty one years old. Curvy, confident, sharp, and completely untouched. The most widely read anonymous erotica author on the platform and I had never once done a single thing I wrote about. Not one scene. Not one moment. Every explicit chapter that left my readers crawling to their par
Zara's POV "Close the door, Sia." Leon's voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that made her stomach flip and her pussy clench at the same time. "Lock it. Then get on your knees and crawl to me like the bad little girl you are."She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. God, she'd b







