APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
FORBIDDEN LUSTS  Novel Cover

FORBIDDEN LUSTS

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 🔞 "You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my member stretching you open?" His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..." He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in there püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?" Without thinking, I let out an audible moan, unable to take it anymore. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please have me. Fill me..." Brittany has always been attracted to her professor. She knew it should be forbidden. She shouldn't harbor such feelings for him. Not until she realizes he feels the same way about her. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Find out in this forbidden tales of passion and spice.
Chapters
share

Chapter 3

ALLEN'S POV

I flipped through the pages of the document for a second before I shut it, looking up at the principal. "Ah, Mr Dave. I had to finish going through the last test submissions once more. Just to make sure that I wasn't missing anything." The lie rolled off my tongue so easily like silk.

The man looked around the classroom, his gaze fixing on me again. "You're a good man."

I laughed stiffly, clearly aware of the girl who was under my desk.

Yeah, I was definitely going to lose my license and probably get locked up for violating several professor codes.

"I'm flattered. How can I help you, sir?" I asked, gesturing for him to sit on the chair in front of my desk.

He settled, adjusting his belt as his belly creased and folded. "Now, we've received a few complaints. The last professor in charge of the students council just quit his job so I'm looking for a new replacement."

Something in my head clicked. Student council. Brittany was head of the student council.

I leaned back in my chair. "Ohㅡand you're thinking of making me the new head?"

My words trailed off as I felt a light touch on my leg. Immediately I stiffened in my chair, feeling her slender fingers trace lines up my lap until it was drawing soft circles on my thigh.

I resisted the urge to look under the table but the room suddenly felt stuffy. What was she doing?

Mr Dave nodded, the gesture bringing me back to reality. "Precisely. Do you think you can handle it?"

You didn't need to ask me twice.

"Ofcourse."

The smile on his face widened and he dropped a document on the table, pushing it towards me while I scooted closer to the table, staring at the list of clauses I needed to put in mind if I wanted to keep the job.

I pulled it closer, grabbing my pen from the table as I started to look through it and sign it. "Anything else?"

He shrugged. "I also wanted to talk to you about your students. You have exceptional ones. But I noticed a student dropped in gradesㅡ Brittany Jackson? You know her?"

Yes, she was under my table after sucking my dick. But who was going to tell him that?

Instead, I tapped my pen against the mahogany table. "Ah yes, I know her. She had potential andㅡ" I broke off, jerking when I felt hands from under the table reach into my still unzipped pants and wrap around my aching dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You okay?" Mr Dave looked confused at my sudden reaction and I masked my hiss with a cough.

"Yes. Sorry, I think I have the flu andㅡ" I broke off into a forced laugh while I tried not to grip the table when I felt warmth envelop the head of my cock. "ㅡ Jesus Christ, the flu is terrible." I laughed but the sound felt forced.

The principal nodded. "You should take care of yourself."

I bobbed my head fast, leaning my head down for a second like I needed to take a breath but in reality, I met the gaze of Brittany who gave me a mischievous grin, her rosy lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

Fuck, this girl really was minx.

Carefully, I brushed a hand over her cheek before I raised my head up again, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, I'll handle herㅡ" I paused, my nails digging into my palm with self restraint as I felt her teeth graze my dick, tongue wrapped around me like a vice.

I was fucking going insane. The urge to thrust wildly into her mouth overwhelmed me but I kept still, knowing the principal was right in front of me, talking and gesturing wildly.

"ㅡ Mrs Theophanie had two students fail from her class last term. Two, Mr Allen. That was like a huge embarrassment to the school. I remember the parents storming in here mad that the children had flunked their testsㅡ" Mr Dave droned on and on.

"Hm... that's... really terrible," I kept a straight face even as I slightly bucked my hips, making it look like I was simply adjusting in my seat. "How did that um... work out?"

Mr Dave leaned in closer and I did the same too, pushing farther into her wet mouth under my table, feeling the torturous pace of my dick in her mouth, sliding deeper until it brushed against the back of her throat.

I was fucking gone. This was torture. Maddening torture.

"Really terrible," he shook his head.

My lips wobbled and I could feel my eye twitch. "Fuck..." I let out. Then I realized how breathy that sounded so I cleared my throat, trying not to focus on her hand playing with my balls. "That's a bad thing. I can only imagine."

 I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening at every glide of her tongue, at the feel of her fingers fondling with my balls. I had no idea how much longer I could keep up this facade without Mr Dave finding out. What the fuck am I doing?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and he raised a finger to silence me. No problem there. "Yes?" He stood up, adjusting his tie. "No! Not that one. God, can't I trust you with anything? I'll be right there. No, Alec! Don't touch anything!"

I watched his outburst for a second before my gaze slid to Brittany on her knees taking every inch of me into her small mouth while one hand worked the base of my cock and the other was under her skirt, moving furiously.

Shit.

"Mr Allen?"

I jerked my head up. "Yea?"

He nodded at the document. "You're a gem in this school. I'll see you on Monday, okay?"

"Of course," I forced a grin, a rather painful one at that, and he walked out, placing his phone to his ear again, his voice echoing in the hallway.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the forced grin wiped off my lips and I pulled out of her mouth and dragged her out.

 "Come here," 

She stumbled, her breathing heavy as I hoisted her up to sit on my table, using a hand to push away the documents on my table to the floor. Those could wait.

My lips found hers in an urgency I couldn't decipher, my aching dick hanging freely between us, aching for more than her mouth. I pulled away for a second, using a hand to yank the glasses off before pressing my lips to her again while my hand reached between us to grab my dick. She tasted so fucking good I could get lost in her taste. Her lips so soft and desirable as I kissed her harder, plunging my tongue deeper, to taste her.

"Did you enjoy that, Miss Jackson?" I growled, my voice low as I rubbed the head of my cock against her cunt. "Huh? Getting me in trouble?"

She hissed in pleasure, rolling her eyes and tipping her head back as a breathy moan escaped her. "Mr Allen..."

I stared down as the head of my cock caught in the entrance of her pussy. Shit. I slowly pushed in an inch and then, I pulled out. Her walls were tight around me and she kept muttering incoherent words which weren't helping matters at all.

She was so fucking tight and wet. And it was all for me. All mine. Even if just for a moment.

"When I cum, I'm gonna cum in you. You hear me? I'm not going to hold back because you've been a really good girl, Miss Jackson..." 

And with that, I pushed in fully, her slickness allowing me to do so easily. "Now... it's time for our next lesson."

You may also like

A Marriage with the Mafia Prince Novel Cover
9.6
Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate. But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract. The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different. The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival. There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone. She should hate him. He gives her every reason to. But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...
From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen Novel Cover
9.0
The day my guardian, Dante Moretti, announced his engagement was the day I started planning my death. Not a literal one, but the death of the girl who had orbited his world for ten years. He was the Don of the Moretti family, the man I'd secretly loved since I was a child. But with his new fiancée, Sofia, on his arm, he began to erase me. He even forgot my severe allergy, gifting me a watch that would blister my skin. He had ripped apart the diary where I confessed my love for him. "I am your guardian," he'd spat. "Do not ever cross that line again." Yet one night, drunk and stumbling, he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hands roaming my body as he pushed me against the wall. He groaned, but the name that escaped his lips wasn't mine. "Sofia..." When I screamed my own name—Elara—he shoved me away in horror. He wasn't horrified by his betrayal, but by the fact that he'd kissed the wrong woman. That was the final straw. I took the acceptance letter to a university in Toronto that I had kept hidden like a prayer. I called my estranged father and booked a one-way ticket. This time, I would burn my old life to the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind.
His Crode Clutches Novel Cover
8.5
He's dangerous. He's Cruel. Rosa's life had always been ordinary... until she met Killian Salvatore, the enigmatic and dangerously captivating man who awakens desires she can't control. To the world, Killian was a respected professor, calm, brilliant, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld as a ruthless Mafia lord. As their forbidden bond of lust and desire deepens, Rosa begins to uncover secrets and painful truths that threaten not only her heart but her very existence. Because Killian's role as a professor was never real, it was a disguise driven by revenge and vengeance born from a dark past. Meanwhile Killian found himself chained in obsession which had no limits. He was deadly obsessed. Insane! He tried to bury their poisoned past which was uncovered with her tears and betrayal. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her danger, responsible for the tragedy that shattered her past. Torn between love, betrayal and vengeance, Rosa must navigate a world of lies, passion, and ruthless power, where every choice could be her last. In a twisted game of hearts and cruelty, can love survive when betrayal lurks in every corner and when the one who holds her heart may also hold the key to her destruction? NOTE: DARK ROMANCE OBSESSIVE BOOK. SO BE AWARE.
Mafia King Innocent Luna Novel Cover
9.2
Forced into a union with the ruthless Mafia King, a gentle werewolf finds herself trapped in a world of violence and secrets. As the innocent Luna of a dangerous underworld empire, she must navigate the deadly politics of both her kind and the criminal syndicate. Her cold husband rules with an iron fist, yet their bond sparks an unexpected fire. Can she survive the darkness of his lifestyle or will the mafia's enemies destroy her first?
Shadows of the Moon Bond: Sold to the Alpha Don's Fated Rejection Novel Cover
7.8
Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.
My Dead Husband Returned With Another Woman Novel Cover
8.9
Three years after I buried an empty casket for my husband, I found him alive in a grocery store parking lot. He was rubbing a stranger's pregnant belly, smiling a soft smile I had never seen in our years of marriage. My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, had become "Arthur," a gentle man with no memory of the empire he ruled or the wife he left behind. To protect his happiness, I swallowed my agony and lied. "I am his cousin," I told his pregnant fiancée, Mia. I brought them home to his estate, enduring the torture of watching him give her the tenderness that used to belong to me. But my mercy was rewarded with cruelty. Dante looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes and slapped divorce papers onto the table. "Sign them," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want to marry Mia before the baby comes. I want a fresh start." He didn't know I was dying of a heart defect caused by the stress of grieving him. He didn't know I stalled for two weeks not for money, but because I wanted to be buried with his name. I died the morning the deadline arrived, taking the secret of my love to the grave. Ironically, that very night, a bullet grazed his temple during an ambush, unlocking the memories he had lost. He remembered the peach orchard. He remembered our blood oath. He remembered that I was his soulmate. He ran to my brother’s gates, screaming my name, blood pouring down his face, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But my brother just stood there, blocking the entrance to the cemetery with a cruel smile. "She waited for you every single day," he spat. "And you killed her."