All Chapters of SLIPPERY SINS (A collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He pulled out his fingers and bent his head down into my thighs.Finally, I felt his soft lips wrap around my cunt lips, his tongue diving into my warm, wet pussy, cleaning it out. My tongue darts in and out of me, quickly sopping it all up. and I thought I was about to faint. The delicious feeling was sinfully sweet.He continued licking and sucking and stabbing his tongue into my slippery cunt…“Ohhhh... Goddd... that’s wonderful Ken.”“Uummmm, yesssss.. eat me.... eat my cunt...ahhhhh... baby.. yess...” I babbled as his mouth continued feasting on my bare cunt.At the same time, his thumb starts to play with my clit, gently pressing and rubbing it in circles.He then alternated his tongue on my clit, lapping it like an ice cream cone. While his fingers slipped into my pussy opening, he made sure not to let his thumbs get too far into me. At this point I was losing it already, I needed him to fill up my cunt but I restrained myself from begging him.He continued teasing me, flicki

My parents are arriving tomorrow evening," Dr. Kenneth said calmly, as though he was discussing the weather. "I want you to pretend to be my fiancée.I blinked at him."What?"For a few seconds, I simply stared, waiting for him to laugh and admit it was a joke.He didn't."This has to be some kind of prank," I said, folding my arms. "You seriously expect me to lie to your parents?"He sighed and leaned back in his chair."You have no business with my parents. You're only helping me clean up a mess my ex created."The moment the words left his mouth, he frowned, as if he regretted saying them.I caught it immediately."Wait..." I narrowed my eyes. "There's an ex?"He rubbed the back of his neck before nodding."Not really.""So, the great Dr. Kenneth Cooper—the man who seems to have everything—actually got his heart broken?"A faint smile crossed his face."You wish. Who do you think would leave a fresh guy like me.. she simply couldn't keep up and for the records, I dumped her ass."“

"What the hell?"Both Kenneth and I exclaimed at the same time.We sprang apart so quickly it was almost comical, each of us scrambling to cover ourselves. My heart hammered against my chest as I lipped into my dress, while Kenneth shot to his feet, his face dark with irritation."Have you lost your mind?" he snapped. "Who barges into someone's room without knocking?"Barrister Bernard finally unfroze from shock, he looked as though he wished the ground would swallow him.He quickly turned away."I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, avoiding Kenneth's eyes. "This... this used to be my room whenever I stayed here. I had no idea it was occupied now."Kenneth folded his arms, his expression hardening."It is occupied." He glanced at me before looking back at Bernard. "It's my fiancée's room now. From today onward, stay out of it."For the first time since entering, Bernard's eyes settled on me.The remorse disappeared from his face and what replaced it was unmistakable anger."I saw the news

By the time I reached my final year at Westbridge University, I learned very quickly which lecturers students spoke about in hushed voices.There was Professor Hughes, whose deadlines were treated as though they were written into law. There was Dr Livingston, whose examinations had reduced more than one confident student to tears.And then there was the law one…Dr Adrian Cole.There was a running joke in the School of Biomedical Sciences at Westbridge University.If you wanted a first-class degree, you avoided three things: leaving coursework until the night before, trusting the vending machine coffee on the second floor, and taking any module taught by Dr Adrian Cole.Nobody ever explained the joke the same way.Some said he expected perfection because he'd earned his doctorate at Cambridge before most people his age had decided what they wanted to do with their lives. Others claimed he simply enjoyed watching students panic whenever they saw red ink covering the margins of their as

I opened the book to page 201 just as he instructed.Without another word, Dr Cole stood up and sat on the chair beside mine and he pulled a folder towards himself and opened it."Your dissertation topic falls under protein biomarker analysis," he began, sliding a document on the desk for me to read. "It's an area that's developing rapidly, which means there isn't much room for lazy research. You'll need to read widely, question everything and avoid drawing conclusions simply because they're convenient."I nodded, picking up my pen."For the first few weeks, you'll be spending most of your time reviewing literature. Once you're familiar with the current research, we'll move into laboratory work."He spoke with effortless confidence, occasionally sketching diagrams on a sheet of paper to explain complex processes that would've taken me an hour to understand on my own."This project isn't just about producing results," he continued. "It's about learning how to think like a scientist. An