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THE RICH BOYFRIEND

Author: Sophie George
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 18:10:29

Cleo’s POV

I knew something fishy was going on the moment Lena started cleaning like the world was ending.

She doesn’t clean like this. Ever. Usually, our apartment stays in that “lived-in” state where you can still find yesterday’s socks under the couch. But today? She was on her knees scrubbing the floor like it personally insulted her. She rearranged my books three times, dusted the windows, and even used the expensive air freshener we only bring out when important visitors come — which is
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  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   LINES BLURRED

    Lena’s POV The last few days had been very quiet. Adrian and I were texting all the time. I would wake up to sweet messages, he would check on me during the day, and he sent me voice notes at night that made me blush. But we hadn't seen each other since the big family dinner. He told me he was very busy with meetings and business trips. He even sent me money and gifts. I kept telling myself it was nice. I told myself he was just working hard.But deep down, I felt like something was wrong. He kept me close, but he also kept his distance. And I was letting him do it.I was on the couch helping my little brother, Cleo, with his homework when my phone buzzed. It was Adrian.Adrian: Miss you. I’ll make it up to you soon.I smiled and quickly sent a reply. Cleo looked at me and grinned, but he didn't say anything.A few hours later, someone knocked on the door.I opened it and saw Adrian. He looked very handsome in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a big gift bag and a bo

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE BLACKMAIL GAME

    Professor Reeds POVI sat in the back seat and looked out the window. My body still buzzed from the night before. My muscles ached in a good way. Even though I took a shower before I left Clara’s house, I could still smell the sex on my skin.I closed my eyes. The memories hit me hard.I thought about Clara. She was so tight and wet. She was nervous at first, but Kendra knew exactly how to push her. I remembered fucking Clara from behind while Kendra kissed her. They were so young and beautiful. They submitted to me completely. They called me Daddy. They begged for more, their bodies shaking as I switched between them.We had to be quiet. Clara's mother was sleeping just down the hall.My cock grew hard in my pants just thinking about it. I could still taste them. I could still hear their soft moans.What the hell am I doing? I thought. I opened my eyes.I am a professor. They are my students. I fucked two of them in one of their bedrooms.The fear was sharp and real. The danger made

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   MORNING AFTERMATH

    Clara’s POV I woke up with a jolt, my body heavy and warm, tangled in sheets that smelled like sweat, sex, and Reed.Bright sunlight poured through the gaps in my curtains, painting the room in soft gold. My eyes widened in horror as I registered how late it was. The house was too quiet, too still. My mom should have been moving around by now — making breakfast, humming in the kitchen, or calling my name.Oh God.Reed was still asleep beside me, his muscular arm draped heavily over my waist, his breathing deep and steady. His naked body pressed against mine, warm and solid. For a split second, I wanted to stay there, to curl back into him and forget everything. But panic won.I carefully lifted his arm, sliding out from under it inch by inch so I wouldn’t wake him. My heart hammered as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was vibrating — Kendra’s name flashing on the screen.I grabbed it and tiptoed quickly into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me before answer

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   DESPERATE CLIMAX

    Clara’s POVI was right there — teetering on the edge of an intense, shattering orgasm.Reed’s thick cock was buried deep inside me as I rode him with desperate, rolling movements. My hips ground down hard, taking every inch of him while my walls clenched tightly around his shaft. My breasts bounced heavily with each motion, nipples stiff and sensitive. I was biting my lip so hard it hurt, trying to stay as quiet as possible, when —Knock. Knock. Knock.“Clara? Are you okay in there?”My mother’s voice cut through the darkness like ice water.Panic exploded through my entire body. My orgasm shattered before it could fully crest, leaving me trembling and frustrated. I quickly lifted myself off Reed’s cock with a wet, obscene sound. My pussy clenched hard at the sudden emptiness, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. Reed’s eyes widened in pure shock as I scrambled to pull the blanket over both of us.I placed a trembling finger on my lips, begging him silently to stay quiet.“I’m… I’m

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   ENDLESS NIGHT

    Professor Reed’s POVThe night felt endless.I lay in Clara’s bed, heart still racing from the last round, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Clara was curled against me, breathing softly, her naked body warm and soft. For a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it — the forbidden thrill of having two of my students in this room, the way they had moaned for me, the way their young, tight bodies had surrendered so completely.But the fear never left me.What the fuck am I doing? I thought, staring at the ceiling. Fucking my own students in one of their homes while her mother sleeps just downstairs… If we get caught, it’s over. My career. My reputation. Everything.I turned to Clara and whispered, “We should rest now. We need to wake up early so I can leave before your mom notices.”Clara looked up at me with those big, needy eyes. Even in the dark, I could see the hunger still burning there.“But Professor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I still want more. Please… just a

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   RISKY NIGHT

    Clara’s POV 🔥I followed my mom into the kitchen, my legs still shaky and my panties soaked from what had just happened in my bedroom. My heart was racing so hard I was scared she could hear it.We were preparing dinner together — simple fried rice and chicken. I stood at the counter chopping vegetables, trying to keep my hands steady, while she stirred the pot. The aroma of spices and onions filled the air, but all I could focus on was the faint throbbing between my legs and the memory of Reed’s thick cock stretching me open just minutes ago.“So, how’s the project going with Kendra?” Mom asked casually, glancing at me.“It’s… coming along well,” I replied, my voice a little too high. “She’s really smart. We make a good team.”Mom smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re taking your studies seriously.”I nodded, forcing a smile while my mind kept flashing back to Kendra’s tongue on my clit and Reed pounding into me from behind. My thighs were still sticky. I pressed them together, tryi

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   GUILTY PLEASURES

    Lena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging of

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   NO TURNING BACK

    Lena’s POV 🌸We stayed pressed against the cool glass, breathing hard.Adrian’s forehead rested against mine as his warm cum painted my stomach and breasts. My legs trembled around his waist, my freshly fucked pussy still throbbing and leaking. I had never felt so exposed, so ruined, and so alive

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   NOT PART OF THE SERVICE

    Lena’s POV 🌸The notification came in just after 10:30 p.m. — another high-value order to the same penthouse. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should decline it. I knew this was becoming something more than deliveries. But the promised tip was too good to ignore, and some traitorous part

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   SECOND GLANCE

    Adrian’s POVThe city lights stretched beneath my penthouse like a conquered kingdom. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, whiskey in hand, the ice long melted. Power had made life predictable. Women especially. They saw the money, the penthouse, the reputation, and became easy. Boring.But not

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