All Chapters of WAVES OF WANT : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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I Want To Fuck My Professor #4.........

Nora stood on the porch of Elias Voss’s quiet off campus apartment late on Friday evening, the red dress clinging to her curves in the cool night air. No bra and panties just the thin fabric that barely reached mid thigh. She had come here with purpose and intentions, her pussy already wet from the anticipation that had built all day. The neighborhood was quiet with mature trees lining the street, neighbors spaced far enough apart that everyone had their own privacy. Nora knocked gently on the door, the door opened. Elias stood there in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, with hair slightly disheveled. His eyes widened when he saw her, then darkened with a spark of emotions. “Nora,” he said, voice low and strained. “How did you find my house?” She stepped forward before he could close the door, pressing her body against his and forcing him back into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind her. “I looked it up in the faculty directory weeks ago,” she replied, eyes locked on

I Want My Professor To Fuck Me#5

Nora didn’t text Elias the next day. She let the silence stretch like a taut wire between them.All morning she replayed the way he had looked at her while buried deep inside her. His eyes dark with want, his voice breaking as he admitted to how he couldn’t stop thinking about her. By afternoon, the memory had twisted into something sharper. A dangerous mix of need and power. She wanted to test how far that want would take him.She spent the day deliberately avoiding the humanities building, letting him wonder if she had finally given up. Elias, the silence hit him first thing in the morning. He checked his phone before even fully getting out of bed but there was no call or text from her. He told himself he didn't care, afterall, he had a long day ahead of him. Meetings and lectures and responsibilities.But by midday, his focus was slipping. He found himself pausing mid sentences during lectures, losing track of his thoughts. His eyes scanning the whole place but there was no trace

Wrong Room, Right Stranger#1

She never should have gone there that late. The hallway was overly quiet, the kind of silence that'll make anyone hear their own heartbeat loud in the ears. Her heels clicked softly before she stopped to adjust the strap of her bag with a tired sigh. The day had been a very stressful one and all she craved at the moment was a hot shower, fresh cool sheets, and the sweet relief of being completely alone. She barely glanced at the room number and that was her first mistake. The keycard slid in. A soft green light blinked. She pushed the door open and stepped inside the room, already kicking off her heels with a low, relieved groan. The room was dim, bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp. It smelled faintly of clean linen and something darker. Something masculine, woodsy and expensive. “Finally!,” she whispered, letting her bag drop onto the chair. She rolled her shoulders, the tight muscles protesting, then she reached up to pull the clip from her hair. Thick waves tumbled down

Wrong Room, Right Stranger#2

"I should have left." The thought kept ringing in her head clear and nonstop But her fingers stayed curled around the door handle, not turning it, as if her body had already made a decision her mind is yet to agree with. Behind her, he remained perfectly still. just watching and waiting. The silence feeling alive and heavy. Slowly, she turned to face him again. “You left it unlocked on purpose,” she said. This time it wasn’t a question. “I didn’t lock it,” he corrected calmly, his voice low and smooth like velvet dragged over gravel. Her brows drew together. “That’s not normal.” “No," he agreed, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It’s not.” “Why?” He didn’t answer right her Instead, his eyes went slowly down her body lingering openly on the way her blouse stretched across her full breasts, the slight sheen of sweat on her collarbone from the long day, the way her skirt hugged the curve of her hips and ass. She felt the heat of that gaze like fingers tracing her skin. “

Wrong Room, Right Stranger#3

“It wasn’t a mistake.” The words slipped from her lips before she could cage them. Quiet, raw and far too honest. But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. That steady, predatory gaze stayed locked on her, darker now, heavier with everything unsaid. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as heat crawled up her neck and settled low in her belly. “Say it,” she whispered, voice tighter, almost trembling. “Tell me I’m wrong.” A long, deliberate pause. Then..., “You’re not.” The confession hit her like a slow stroke between her thighs. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh rush of slick warmth soaking through her already ruined panties. She let out a shaky breath, shaking her head once as if that could undo the growing ache. “So what..., what is this? You just leave your door unlocked and wait for tired, horny women to wander in?” “No.” His voice was low, controlled, vibrating through her chest. “Just you, Ama.” Her nipples tightened painfully against her br

Wrong Room, Right Stranger #4

She was trembling, grinding shamelessly against his fingers like a needy slut who had already surrendered. He could feel how soaked she was through the thin lace with her juices coating his fingertips, her swollen clit pulsing under his touch. Without another word, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and ripped them down her legs in one rough motion. The delicate fabric tore slightly at the side, but neither of them cared. “Fuck… look at this pretty slimming pussy” he growled, dropping to one knee in front of her. He pushed her skirt up around her waist, exposing her completely. “Dripping wet and clenching, all because a stranger told you he planned to fuck you tonight.” Ama’s head fell back against the door with a moan. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as he spread her thighs wider. The teasing had stopped. Now, he wanted to fuck her as hard as he could. His mouth latched onto her pussy like a starving man. Tongue dragging flat and slow f

The Boss's Midnight Prize#1

She should have left hours ago but the spreadsheet on her screen still refused to balance, and the idea of waking up early tomorrow just to fix someone else’s mess kept her glued to her chair. The office felt heavy, too quiet, too still. The usual chaos, ringing phones, clicking keyboards and footsteps had all been stripped away leaving only the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint glow of a few remaining lights. “Just five more minutes,” she whispered to herself, her fingers tapping slower now, focus fraying. The overhead lights flickered once, then dimmed automatically across most of the floor. Only her small section and the office across the hall stayed lit. His office. She noticed it when she stood up to stretch her back, rolling her shoulders with a quiet sigh gathering her things to leave. A soft golden light spilled from behind the glass wall. He was still here. Of course he was. He was always the last one out. His sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened,

The Boss's Midnight Prize #2

She was still sprawled on his desk, skirt hanging around her waist, with her blouse half unbuttoned and legs loosely wrapped around his hips. His dick still very much buried deep inside her. His dick twitching with the last pulses of his orgasm, the condom stretched tight and full. He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he stayed pressed against her, forehead resting on her shoulder, his hot breath fanning hot over her neck. One of his hands slowly stroked up and down her thigh, almost soothing, while the other braced on the desk beside her head. “Fuck.....," he muttered, voice rough and low. “That was…” “Insane,” she finished for him, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. She could feel her pussy still fluttering around him, the aftershocks from the intense fuckiing making her clench involuntarily. Every little movement sent sparks through her body. He finally lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes were dim, heavy lidded, still hungry. The corner of his mouth curved int

The Boss's Midnight Prize #3

She returned from the bathroom still on unsteady legs, her skirt smoothed down but her blouse still unbuttoned, bra left behind on his desk like a trophy. He was waiting on the wide leather couch in the corner of his office, completely naked now. His cock was already almost fully hard again, resting heavy against his thigh. The sight instantly made her mouth water. “Come here,” he said, voice low and commanding. She walked over slowly, feeling exposed and deliciously dirty under his gaze. When she reached him, he pulled her down onto his lap, straddling him. Her skirt rode up again as her bare, still sensitive dripping pussy pressed against his thickening cock. He kissed her deeply with his both hands roaming over her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they were aching. “I want you to ride me this time,” he murmured against her lips. “Slow at first. I want to feel every inch of you fucking me.” She reached between them, stroking his cock until it was fully hard again, t

Too Close to the Groom#1

My name is Lisa and I was only twenty four. A fresh clinical psychology intern at the downtown counseling center. My role was pretty much simple. Sit quietly in the corner, observe licensed therapists during sessions, take notes, and keep my mouth shut. No direct contact with clients. No personal involvement whatsoever. The ethics rules were drilled into us from day one. Dr. Ramirez’s thursday 3 PM couple was one of the messiest cases on the schedule. The husband, Victor Lang, 32, came in every week with his wife, Claire. Claire did most of the talking . Complaining about feeling unseen, about Victor’s emotional distance, about their dead bedroom. Victor mostly sat there looking exhausted, nodding occasionally, his deep voice low when he finally spoke. I kept my eyes on my notepad, but I noticed everything about Victor. The way his large hands rested on his thighs, veins standing out. The sharp line of his jaw. How his dark eyes sometimes flicked toward me in the corner, lingering

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