How Does The Faculty Lounge End?

After I found my bf kissing his "childhood friend", I got drunk in a bar and my best friend ordered a skilled call boy for me. He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. I left cash and ran away the next morning. Later, I ran into the "call boy" in my classroom and found he's in fact my new Professor. Gradually, I realized there was something different about him... “You forgot something.” He gave me a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face.“What—” I began to ask, but he was already walking away. The other students in the room were staring at me questionably, wondering what he had just handed me. I glanced inside the bag and instantly shut it, feeling the blood draining from my body. It was the bra and money I had left at his place.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"Professor Derrick's thumb circles her most sensitive spot as his other hand silences her moans. Eliana has never felt pleasure this intense, this forbidden.After a messy breakup, 20-year-old Eliana promised herself no more men just focus on her literature studies. But her gorgeous, older professor has other plans.What starts as extra tutoring sessions quickly becomes stolen moments in his office. Secret touches. Heated glances. Until one night, all her walls come crashing down.Now she's addicted to his touch, even though dating him could destroy everything her scholarship, her future, her heart. But when her jealous ex returns and a vengeful classmate threatens to expose their affair, Eliana must decide:Is the best sex of her life worth risking it all for the one man she's not supposed to have?

She spent three years faking moans for a boyfriend who never made her come. One night, one stranger in a mask, and she finally learns what it means to be wrecked against a wall. But when the mask comes off? He’s her professor. And he’s not done teaching her.

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

Sloane Mercer has made it her mission to test every limit Professor Dalton Avery sets. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and irresistibly defiant. She turns his lectures into a battlefield of wit and willpower. Dalton prides himself on control. Of his classroom, of his reputation, and especially of his desires. But when Sloane pushes one time too many, the tension between them finally ignites. What begins as a battle for dominance becomes something far more dangerous. An illicit affair burning with passion, power, and the threat of exposure. The closer Dalton gets to losing himself to her, the more he realizes he never had control at all.

He fucked her so deep she forgot everything–her name, her job, the fact that he was her student and the fact that Melvin was somewhere in this city looking for her with seven years of rage in his chest but none of it mattered when Elroy had her like this. Elroy Vans is twenty three and rich. He does not ask, he takes, bends her over, pulls her hair, fucks her until she is sobbing, cumming, scratching his back bloody and begging for more. She is his professor who soaks through her panties grading his papers Now she cannot think straight or sleep or stop crawling back to his bed like she has no sense left in her body. Melvin is close and angry but she is too busy cumming to care. How do you choose between the man destroying you and the one who fucks you like he wants to save you even if it's forbidden?