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  Caught! First-Time Submission

  Dirty-Fast Forbidden Older Dom Love

  Sloane Skye

  Hughes Empire

  Copyright © 2020 Hughes Empire

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  First electronic book publication March 20s0.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  All characters are unrelated consenting adults over 19 years of age. Contents are adult fantasy presented for untertainment purposes only. Stay safe and sexy.

  To the wonderful man who is so supportive of my erotic mind.

  And to you for reading this book.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Teaser

  Red-Faced

  The Exam

  Hard Ball

  About The Author

  Teaser

  A thrill of pure fear rushed through me. He was going to give it to me. He was going to let the beast out at last. No more polite Professor Kane. This was my Noah, bare and raw, the way I needed him. Could I take it as hard as he could give it for my very first time?

  Red-Faced

  Noah's door thumped against the wall.

  No. Oh, no. I dropped the dirty magazine into his bottom drawer.

  There was no place to hide, no way to pretend I was doing anything but snooping. First day on the job, and I blew it. His home office was in his bedroom, and the lure of his drawers was too much for me. I only meant to take a peek. But those magazines!

  I was nineteen, no stranger to naughty books, but I'd never seen anything like Professor Kane's kinky magazines.

  "You—shouldn't have done that," he growled. He wasn't as tall as my old man, but he filled the doorway with his hulking shoulders.

  I jumped to my feet, heart slamming. Speechless, I backed away from the drawer, my face burning. My skirt caught on one of the drawer knobs. I wrestled at it. It ripped.

  The breeze from the window blew it up to my waist.

  His jaw dropped.

  I grabbed it, yanking it to cover myself, but it was no use. This could not be happening, not with Mr. Kane. His thick, silver-shot hair stood out wild waves around his strong-jawed face. His dark eyes bored into me. He was underwear-ad hot, and I was so screwed.

  His hands shook. He stared at me in my ripped skirt, the flimsy pink fabric hanging off my hips exposing my white panties with the little red hearts. I thought of him when I put them on. I grabbed again at the dangling fabric to cover myself, but it was too late. Those piercing eyes saw everything.

  His nostrils flared and his Adam's apple bobbed. His hands clenched and unclenched.

  My heart was trying to get out of my body. Most of my blood was making my face hot as hell, and the rest of it was making me cream my panties.

  I'd never been alone with him except for a few minutes when I arrived and he showed me the files to sort. This close, his muscular body and masculine scent overwhelmed me. So spicy, I could lick his flavor as I breathed.

  I stumbled toward the door, but he put out his arm and I ran right into it.

  Somehow, I was right up against his hard body, feeling him breathing fast, smelling his musk, sensing his hunger.

  His hard cock pressed right on me. Off balance, my weight was full against him.

  He flung me away, and I fell.

  "No, oh, no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's just, we cant--."

  I scrambled to my feet and made a run for the door.

  He blocked my way, this time careful to keep his arms down. "You can't run out of my house like that. It looks like I--." He blinked and shook his head.

  "It does, doesn't it? Well, maybe you did. You threw me to the floor." My voice shook, disturbed by the thought of us, and even more disturbed that he hadn't-- that he didn't want to touch me. I'd been right there, full against his body, and he pushed me!

  "I didn't mean to knock you down. I'm sorry. Please, believe me. I would never hurt you."

  Yes, you would you bastard. You already have. I bit my lip to keep from crying.

  He pulled out a chair. "Here. Please sit down. I'll find you something to wear, and then you can leave, alright? I am so sorry about this."

  "I'm sorry, too." I couldn't look at the open drawer, but he knew what I meant.

  I should never have snooped. I had no excuse. Now he'd probably fire me, and he'd never trust me again. "I shouldn't have looked in there, and I will never tell anyone, I swear it."

  A pained smile crossed over his face. "I've heard that one before." He ran his hand over his hair, making it even more unruly.

  I took slow steps to the chair and sat down, fighting to get control of myself. I felt like I'd been running laps. I hated to run laps.

  "Good. That's good. Everything is okay. I'm not mad. That all happened so fast and I – didn't want anything wrong to happen. I overreacted. I'm sorry."

  "Okay." I glanced up at his furrowed face. "I forgot it already."

  "Great. Thanks. Take it easy. I'll be right back. Sorry about your skirt. That old dresser is a hazard. It's from the house where I grew up. About all I have left of home. Never could bring myself to get rid of it."

  "I understand. It's alright. That skirt was too flimsy. At least I didn't have a mishap with it at school." I tittered, but it was forced. I was truly nervous about my college classes. Everywhere I went, there were so many strangers. Nothing in my life prepared me for that.

  "Right. Good job looking on the bright side, Kelsey." He grabbed a work shirt off a chair and tossed it to me.

  The door shut softly and he padded down the hall.

  Mm. His sexy scent wafted up at me. He'd worn the shirt. A soft blue chambray. I draped it over my lap as though I was waiting for the gynecologist. I giggled The man brought out the most inappropriate thoughts in me. Maybe we could play doctor. There was a magazine like that in his drawer, a naked woman in stirrups, but I wouldn't dare mention it. Is that what he thought about, when he touched himself? Being a dirty doctor and giving a secret, forbidden, naughty exam? I'd volunteer for that.

  Noah was familiar. My neighbor, my dad's best friend. While other guys his age got lumpy and old, he just got hotter. Damn him.

  He'd hired me to organize and digitize his files of photos and course materials. Everything I was supposed to work on was arrayed on the large table next to his desk. There was no way to spin what I'd done to present it as anything except a betrayal of his trust. He'd left me alone in his room, and instead of getting right to work, I went through the drawers next to his bed. That made me like a giant pervert. Especially because as soon as I found the sex magazines, I looked through them. that's what I was doing when he caught me. I was screwed. I could only hope he didn't tell my dad. They were best buddies.

  Dad used to be a coach at the college until he blew his knee out. He and Noah still got together every week. My best hope was that Noah was as embarrassed about this as I was, and he'd never mention it. He definitely wanted to forget throwing me on the floor.

  My mind went somewhere super dirty with that moment.

  My face flamed when I noticed him right there, his legs in front of me, something danging from his hand.

  "Here. These are going to be baggy and not your style, but at
least you'll be street-legal."

  I accepted the gray mass. Sweat pants. Yeah, not my style. They were going to look stupid with my sandals, but I could cut through the back yard and scurry through the kitchen. With luck, nobody would see me. If I had to, I could say I got my period. Shit happens. I sure as hell was leaving Noah out of it.

  "Thanks."

  "I'll, uh, let you get dressed." He headed to the door. "Listen, Kelsey. Let's just wipe the slate. We'll start over. Go home for a break and change, or stay, whichever you want. Get back to work when you're ready. It's not a big deal. I was your age once, too." He shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I wish you hadn't done that, but I'm not going to fire you for it." A slow smile crossed his face, and he shook his head. "I'm not going to tell your dad. No reason to make this bigger than it was. Please don't go through my drawers or anything else again. I'm sorry I pushed you. I did not mean to do that. It won't happen again." He nodded stiffly, not quite looking at me, blotches of color on his cheeks under his russet beard.

  I pulled on the sweats, not bothering to be modest. I could tell he struggled not to peek.

  "Thanks. Yeah, I know you didn't mean to do that. We'll just drop it all, and like you said, clean slate. I'm good with that. I'll stay and get to work. It's fine."

  "Help yourself to whatever you want in the kitchen."

  "Thanks." Everything was going to be fine. I could stay, and I'd slip back into the house later when everyone was out. No one would ever know about my skirt mishap.

  I squirmed in his sweats, envisioning them nestled against his big balls.

  He took another step to the door.

  My heart sank. I didn't want him to go. I was so close to being home free, but I couldn't control myself. I stood up. His shirt fell off and the skirt hung free. My panties were the only thing between my virginity and his big hands, his big—oh, I wanted him.

  "Noah, would you like to examine me? I promise not to tell."

  My face burned and the blush prickled all the way down my chest.

  His mouth worked, his Adam's apple jerking. The bulge in his pants said yes. He rocked on his feet, visibly warring between approach and retreat.

  I wouldn't believe I said that. Too late to take it back. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off.

  "I feel strange down here." I slid my hand across my pussy, ran my finger under the panties band, sliding them lower. "I need a doctor." I swallowed, praying I was right about what he wanted.

  "Kelsey." His voice strangled my name.

  I beckoned him closer.

  "Please, Doctor. I need your help." No mistaking his arousal.

  He took a faltering step, then came at me.

  I steeled myself for being thrown out of his house.

  Noah crushed me to him.

  I whimpered, struggling to breathe, but loving his brute force.

  "You've been a bad, bad, girl, Kelsey." He murmured into my hair, his hands exploring me roughly.

  I shuddered under his touch, fear and desire chasing each other in waves through my belly and pussy. He was no longer the Noah I'd known for so long, he was a beast man let out of his cage.

  He pulled me to the bed and pressed me down on it. "Yes, I'll examine you," he rasped. "Be a good patient and do what I tell you."

  "Yes, Doctor." I wanted to get this right. I wanted to do everything he told me to do. Anything. He scared me like this, the brutal, naked passion on his face, his big hands rough on my hips. The fear-thrill torched my desire, made me ache for him to take me.

  "You're going to get it now." His tongue slid over his lips, and his smile spread wider. 'Everything. You're asking for it. Your body told me you want it hard, a rough, wild fuck like what you think about when you touch yourself."

  How did he know that? My face blazed, heat prickles spreading to my breasts.

  "I—." I shut my mouth. I couldn't deny it, not with him searching my face and his big cock so close, he could punch my V card in an instant.

  He yanked me to the edge of the bed and rolled his desk chair over. He propped my feet on it, then got another chair that he placed on the other side of where he stood.

  "We need to get these out of the way." He took hold of my panties.

  I raised my ass and wriggled, helping him peel them off.

  My heat scent rose and his eyes centered on my blonde curls. I'd checked down there with a mirror a few times, wondering if I was normal. Maybe I did need this exam. He was so much older, he'd know. He'd been married, but his wife died a few years ago. He didn't date. How did itfeel to a pent up, powerful man to take a virgin?

  He inhaled deeply and moaned. "Mm. Kelsey, I'm keeping these." He tucked my panties in his pocket.

  "Yes, Doctor." I didn't think my face could get any hotter. Noah had my panties in his pocket and wanted to keep them. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined this.

  He lifted my foot and put it on the other chair, so I was spread open for him with one foot on each chair and my ass right on the edge of the bed.

  I felt so exposed.

  "Open wide. I want to get a good look at you."

  "You mean—um?"

  "Touch yourself." He leaned in so close, I felt his breath right there. "Spread those pretty pink lips for me." He took my hand and guided it between my legs.

  The Exam

  Blushing, I trailed my fingertips over my pussy. I'd never touched myself in front of anyone else before, never even imagined doing it. Now Mr. Kane—Noah, was so close to my fingers on my pussy, he had to smell my excitement.

  I closed my eyes, trying to get into it, shut out feeling nervous about him watching. I spread my legs wider, hoping to fulfill his fantasy of giving me my dirty gyno exam. I opened my knees all the way like butterfly wings.

  Going slowly, I slicked my juice along my folds, spreading it from my juicy opening to my excited clit.

  I whimpered as my finger brushed my sensitive nub. Oh, I wanted to get off. I wanted him to do it to me, not to do it to myself. I didn't dare say that, though. I felt torn by how excited I was to be alone like this with him, naked, with his full attention on my body—and the worry that he'd think I was a slut.

  "Relax, you're doing great. This is natural. It feels good. I love to see you experiencing pleasure. You're beautiful, Kelsey, so beautiful."

  His husky voice made me even more excited.

  I rocked my hips against my fingers, teasing myself faster, getting more direct right around my clit, enough to make me want to come, but not enough to drive myself there. I didn't want to come, not yet, not by myself. I wanted Noah to come with me.

  I felt greedy, so greedy, wanting him so much. Biting my lip, I risked a glance at him.

  His face was near my hand, and he was breathing hard, his nostrils flared as he took in my scent.

  Looked like I wasn't the only one feeling greedy. He licked his lips.

  I could imagine his boner.

  My hips lifted off the bed as I touched my favorite spot. "Mm, I think I need your help, Doctor." I risked it. I couldn't stand much more of this.

  "Yes, I'm sure you do," he growled in a low, sexy voice.

  His big hands took hold of my thighs right above my knees, steadying me, and making me need to get off. "This is where the big, bad wolf eats you up, my dear."

  He caressed my inner thighs and his thumbs slid up my folds, opening me.

  I sighed and took my hand away, giving him full access.

  His lips came to rest right over my clit. I bucked so hard, I punched him in the face.

  "Sorry!"

  He didn't seem to mind. Both big hands took hold of my ass. Making feasting noises, he raised me to his lips, his lips and tongue working me, rocking me with sensations I'd never imagined.

  So many naughty bits in books made sense now.

  "Oh, damn, oh damn." I caught the sheets in my fists and pumped at his face, taking care not to bang him as hard as the first time. It would suck if I made him look like someone punched him in the n
ose.

  His tongue made me forget to worry. He kept it fiendishly aimed right where I needed it. He found my favorite spot, right near my clit.

  "Professor Kane! Oh, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh damn."

  He rose up, face and beard shining with my slickness. "That's right, Kelsey, angel, give it to me. I want you to come on my mouth, beautiful." He dropped right back down and kept eating me.

  He called me angel and beautiful. Noah, oh, Noah.

  I didn't hold back. I rocked on his face, my ass off the bed nestled in his huge hands, my head thrown back, every bit of me rushing to give him what he wanted from me.

  I chocked his sheet and did my damnedest not to scream—no one must ever know! Feet planted on the chairs, I shook all over, letting go to his amazing tongue, his hot mouth, coming to him completely.

  "Oh, oh, so good." My first climax with someone, and it was him, the man I wanted most, but shouldn't.

  Noah.

  He lowered my ass slowly and pressed his lips on my mound, careful to leave alone my so-sensitive nub.

  "Kelsey, that was fantastic," he breathed.

  I caught something in his eyes, and bet it was the anxiety I felt, too. "Don't worry, Doctor, I'll never tell. This will be our secret."

  He smiled, clearly enjoy me playing the role. "Excellent. Secrecy will allow me to continue to explore you and give you all my special treatments. This is only for you. I'd never offer such—exclusive sessions--to any other patient." He gave me an earnest look.

  The intensity of of his eyes and his bad-boy half smile made me melt. He was being dirty-wrong and he knew it, but right in the middle of seducing me, he wanted me to know I wasn't just another girl. If I hadn't already been far gone over him, that would have done it.

  I spoke before fear of wanting to much, wanting the impossible with him, could strangle the words. "I know. Same here. I wouldn't do this with any other—doctor. Any guy." I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. It had always been Noah Kane I wanted, from as soon as I felt those feelings.