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DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections. Novel Cover

DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.

18+ Explicit Content | Strongly Suggested for Reader Discretion Content Warnings: This collection contains strong adult language, age-gap dynamics, morally dubious characters, rough encounters, and explicit sexual scenes, definitely not for the weak of heart. Some certain desires are meant to remain hidden, there should be none of them. However, nothing is off-limits in these stories. Dirty Desires is an anthology of unvarnished, erotic stories in which temptation rules, control is challenged, and rules are broken. From forbidden lovers to impossible attractions, from hidden lusts to dangerous indulgences, every story pushes the boundaries. They are mischievous, they're mistaken, they are everything you have been longing to experience.
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Chapter 1

Sophie's POV

"Sir..." I called slowly, my voice dripping with something I didn't even try to hide.

"Yes, Sophie," Professor Hayes answered without looking up from the papers in front of him.

I leaned in a little closer, trying every move I knew to get him to notice me. My chest pressed forward slightly, my fingers fiddling with my pen, my thighs brushing together as my stomach twisted in frustration.

No matter what I did, no matter how I teased or moaned or pressed myself against him, this man always treated me like some kid, like I wasn't a woman. But I was twenty-two, and I was burning with need for him.

The way his dark eyes just casually scanned the room, the strong veins along his hands... God, I fantasized about those hands gripping my neck, choking me while I cried out his name.

Fuck! I'm so tired of wanting him like this. But if he were to say a word to me "Sophie, Good job for today"

What the fuck!? I would really do a good job if he let me give him a blow job.

"Are you there, Sophie?" His voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and deep, and a shiver ran straight down my spine. I was leaning on his desk, my chest pressing forward, heat pooling low in my core.

"Yes..." I stammered, my eyes locked on his lips. The way they moved, made my body ache to close the distance, to grab his head and taste him, hard and messy.

"Shit!" I moaned before I could stop it, squeezing my thighs together, trying to hold back the flood of need hitting me all at once.

"So... for tomorrow, you're in charge of the decorations. You can ask your team to help you," he said again, pulling me closer even though he didn't touch me. Every word hitting me like fire straight to my core.

I couldn't stop myself. I'd wanted him since he transferred here. And somehow, I felt like he only let me get close.

Was I really the only one he let near him? My stomach twisted thinking about how badly I wanted him inside me, how I dreamed of him every night, wet and desperate.

"Sophie, are you lost?" His voice came again as he picked up a bottle of water. My eyes followed every movement, my brain heart hammering in my chest. The way he uncapped it, lifted it to his mouth slowly, letting the muscles in his throat flex... I gasped, my thighs clenching without my permission.

Was he doing this on purpose? Was he teasing me? Or did he just not care?

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in closer.

"Professor..." I moaned, my breath warm against his skin. "Are you teasing me?" I whispered, my eyes locked on him. There was a flicker in his expression, something I couldn't name, but it vanished before I could catch it.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, voice low and dangerous, eyes boring into mine.

I moved around the desk, closer to him, feeling my heat thrum through every inch of me. His presence was overwhelming, and I wanted more than just attention, I wanted his hands, his mouth, his body on mine.

I bent slightly toward him as he sat down, letting my head drop lower, chest forward. My boobs dropped lower for him to see and I felt the thrill of him noticing me, his eyes flicking down just for a second before meeting mine again.

"What are you doing, Sophie?" he said, his voice rough, tense.

I leaned closer to his ear, letting my hands drift toward the shelf behind him, pressing my body slightly against him.

My boobs grazed him, and I let out a soft moan, backing away slowly.

"Oh, sorry, I was picking a book," I murmured, heat crawling between my legs, noticing the darkness that crossed his face. That look, it was something I could die for. I wanted to see it again.

"Fuck, Sophie!" He growled, yanking me onto his lap before I could even react. My legs straddled him, my clit directly pressing against the hard line of his trousers. My eyes went wide, my breath hitched, and a gasp slipped from my lips.

"Prof..." The word came out more like a moan as I clutched his shoulders.

"Why are you shocked? You wanted this too, didn't you?" His voice was low, raw, full of something that made my core ache even more.

I nodded quickly, and his lips crushed mine. I melted against him, straddling him, body pressed flush with his.

His lips moved over mine like he was devouring me, deep and messy, and I felt my hips shift against his, unable to resist, rubbing him slowly, wanting every inch of him.

His groan vibrated against my mouth as he pulled back slightly, his hips jerking under mine. My hands found his shirt, tugging at him, craving more contact.

"Sophie, don't stop," he moaned, finding my lips again, rough and demanding. His hands went under my top, lifting it slightly. My skin shivered when his fingers brushed my bare skin.

"Oh fuck, Prof..." I moaned into his mouth as he ripped my bra off in one swift movement, hands grabbing my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples. My back arched, body trembling, and I let out a loud, needy groan.

"Do you want me too?" I whispered against his lips, heat pooling low, desperate for him to take me.

"Does it matter now?" He murmured back, his lips grazing my ear as he pinched and rolled my nipples. A loud moan slipped from me again.

In one motion, he lifted me off his lap and dropped me onto the table, my thighs kicking instinctively. His lips were on my neck immediately, biting and sucking, and I arched toward him, hands tangling in his hair, pushing him closer. He moved my top fully aside, leaving me bare in front of him.

"You got nice boobs, Sophie," he said, his voice low, a dangerous glint in his eyes. My stomach twisted, heat burning straight through me.

I grabbed his head, pressing him closer, and he took both breasts into his mouth.

"Hayes! Oh my god!" I groaned, my body shaking. He sucked and licked, roaming his hands down, brushing over me, and I adjusted myself, lining my hips to his cock, grinding against him, rubbing him through the trousers, desperate for every inch of contact.

My mind was a messy whirl of need, pleasure, and longing. Every movement, every moan, every touch made me feel more alive, raw, exposed, and wild.

I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him stretch me, take me hard and relentless, ruin me completely. And judging by the way he groaned, the way his hands pressed into me, I wasn't the only one.

I pressed harder against him, my hips moving slowly at first, then faster, letting him feel my need.

His hands moved lower,slipping my skirt aside and grazing my thigh. I gasped and moaned, pressing against him even harder. Every touch made my body shiver uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Sophie," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You're shivering"

I couldn't even form words. My body was alive with sensation, burning, trembling and soaking him through.

I nodded frantically, lips parted, moaning against him, clutching his shoulders like my life depended on it.

And then he pushed further, moving his hands more deeper.

My hips moved of their own accord, chasing release, chasing him, chasing everything he promised but hadn't yet given. I felt him hard against me, felt the friction, felt the need, and I couldn't stop.

I was done holding back. I needed him inside me, needed him to fuck me, need him to take me raw, need him to ruin me completely.

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