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BellaI slowly opened my eyes, lashes heavy and sticky from the tears he’d wrung out of me earlier, and there he was; Mr Black staring down with that dark, unyielding gaze that made my stomach twist in the best, worst way. His forehead still pressed to mine, breath hot and ragged against my lips.God, I was a mess—pinned to the wall, wrists bound behind my back with his shirt, my sundress shoved up around my waist, panties soaked and useless. My clit throbbed, aching from all the denial, and I couldn’t help it—I whined low in my throat, shifting my hips to graze that sensitive nub right against the hard plane of his abs. Sparks shot through me, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. I was dripping, literally feeling the slick heat trickling down my inner thighs, my pussy clenching on nothing, desperate for him. I wanted his dick inside me so bad it hurt; that thick length I’d just had stretching my throat now teasing between my legs, so close but
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DarrellMy dick was already stirring again, thick and insistent, just from watching Bella lick her swollen lips, her eyes still glassy and starving. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked slow—once, twice. Fuck, it didn’t take shit. Heat and blood surged in fast, hardening me back to steel in seconds, veins pulsing under my palm.“Yeah,” I rasped, voice scraped raw from all the groaning earlier, “I get hard again so quick for you. Look at this shit.”Her lips parted on a shaky breath, like she could already taste me on her tongue. That hungry little look snapped something in me.“Open up,” I ordered, low and final.She did—mouth wide, tongue flat, no fucking hesitation. Good girl.I fisted the back of her head, fingers knotting in her hair, and fed her the head first. Let her lips stretch, let her feel the weight. Then deeper. Wet heat enveloped me, tight and slick, and when I nudged the back of her throat, she gagged, just a flutter that shot lightning up my spine.I didn’t pu
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DarrellThe second her warm breath ghosted over the head of my cock, I knew I was fucked in every sense that mattered. I carried her to the sofa where her knees still remained knelt.She didn’t tease. Didn’t play coy or flutter her lashes like some porn-star fantasy. She just… opened wider and took me in. Slow at first, lips stretching around the thick ridge, tongue flattening instinctively against the underside like she’d rehearsed this in her head a hundred times. Maybe she had.A low groan ripped out of me before I could lock it down. Fuck. Her mouth was hot, slick, perfect—better than I’d let myself imagine during those long lectures when she’d sit in the front row, pen between her teeth, legs crossed so the hem of her skirt rode up just enough to make me shift in my chair.I threaded my fingers into her curls, gently at first, testing the waters. She hummed around me in response, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. My grip tightened. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to re
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DarrellI watched Bella through the half-open blinds, that slow, almost hesitant sway in her hips as she crossed the courtyard toward my private wing of the faculty residence. The wide-brimmed hat shielded most of her face, but I could still make out the nervous way she kept glancing left and right, like she expected someone to jump out and call her name. Sunglasses perched on her nose even though the late-afternoon sun was already dipping behind the palms. Cute. Desperate. Delicious.The knock came softer than I expected—three quick taps, polite, almost apologetic.I let her wait a full ten seconds before I crossed the room and pulled the door open.She slipped inside fast, like she was afraid the hallway cameras might catch her silhouette. The hat came off in one motion; dark curls tumbled free, and she raked shaky fingers through them, trying to look composed. Her lips were glossy, freshly reapplied. Lipstick was the color of ripe plums. I noticed because my eyes always found her m
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60 BellaThe engine hummed low beneath us as Darrell’s car cut through the evening streets, the city lights smearing past the windows in golden streaks. I couldn’t sit still. My thighs pressed together under my skirt, the memory of his fingers still ghosting over my skin from earlier in his office—slow, deep strokes that had left me trembling against his desk, papers scattered, my gasps echoing off the bookshelves. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face above me: calm, hungry, completely in control.“Thinking about it?” His voice broke the quiet, smooth and knowing.I turned my head too fast. Our eyes met for a second before I looked away, biting down hard on my bottom lip to stop the heat from crawling up my neck.“Can I ask you something?” The words tumbled out before I could overthink them.He nodded once, eyes back on the road. “Go on.”My heart thudded against my ribs. “What did you mean… that you and Gina aren’t serious? What’s going on? Why did you guys have sex then?”He
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DarrellI watched her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, the black lace catching briefly on her hips before she tugged them down slowly, almost reluctant, but not stopping. She lifted her hips just enough to slide them past her thighs, letting them drop to the floor in a soft heap. The air in the office felt thicker now, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.Her skirt was already bunched at her waist. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking to mine, searching for mercy she knew wasn’t coming, then hooked her knees over the arms of the chair. The motion spread her wide, open, and vulnerable. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent light, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention she hadn’t yet allowed herself to give.Fuck. My cock throbbed hard against my slacks. I didn’t adjust it. Let her see the outline; let her know exactly what this was doing to me.“Beautiful,” I murmured, low enough that it almost sounded like praise. Al
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