SWEET SINS OF BELLA 8

~Bella

I stepped onto the sunlit field, my sneakers digging into the freshly cut grass, body still warm from what I’d just done to Hannah in the locker room.

My skirt swayed with every stride, my cropped top clinging tightly to my breasts as I blew a bubble with my gum, popping it casually.

Coach Brandy was standing near the bench, clipboard in hand, barking instructions at the forward players.

The second his dark eyes landed on me, his harsh voice stumbled over a word before he quickly cleared his throat and adjusted his collar.

He was trying so hard to play the tough, untouchable coach again.

But I could see the faint dark circles under his eyes and the subtle tension in his jaw, the glorious lingering marks of a man who’d been drained completely on his own desk less than twenty-four hours ago.

"Bella," he called out, his tone forced and clipped as I approached. "You’re late for practice."

"Apologies, Coach," I purred softly, stepping close enough for him to catch the faint scent of my perfume and perhaps the subtle, lingering scent of the locker room. "I got... delayed in the dressing room. I had to help a teammate through a very intense personal crisis."

His eyes widened slightly, a flash of nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Right. Well... fall in line. We’re running laps."

"Whatever you say, Coach," I whispered, winking at him before turning toward the track.

A minute later, Hannah finally walked out of the dressing room onto the field. Her face was still flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, and her legs moved with a distinct, shaky hesitation.

As she fell into step beside me on the track, she avoided eye contact completely, her breathing uneven every time my shoulder accidentally brushed against hers.

"Focus, Hannah," I murmured under my breath as we jogged side by side, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "You're lagging behind. Don't tell me your knees are still weak from earlier?"

Hannah bit her lip, her cheeks burning a deeper crimson. "Shut up, Bella," she hissed in a shaky whisper, though her eyes darted nervously toward Coach Brandy, then back to my mouth. "Just... shut up."

I chuckled softly, loving the chaotic power humming in my veins.

By the time practice wrapped up and the afternoon sun began to dip, my phone buzzed in my bag.

I pulled it out while leaning against the bleachers, unzipping my duffel.

Miss Shayla: Bella... It's 4:30 PM. Administrative offices are officially closed for the day. My door is locked and I’m waiting for you like you promised. Please don't keep me waiting.

Before I could even reply, a second notification popped up at the top of my screen.

Marcus: Your parents just left to host a dinner meeting downtown. They won't be back until late tonight. Bella... we need to talk please.

I stared at the two messages, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across my face.

Coach Brandy was watching me from across the field with a hungry, desperate gaze, Hannah was stealing glances at me from the bench, practically biting her fingers, Miss Shayla was waiting for me in her locked office, and Marcus was waiting for me in the empty penthouse right next to my bedroom.

Gosh... choices, choices.

I slid my phone into my back pocket, zipping up my crop top just a fraction lower, and headed toward the parking lot.

The game was getting bigger, the web was getting tighter, and I was loving every single second of it.

I headed straight for the administrative building first. The hallways were deserted, the echo of my heels clicking against the tiles the only sound in the quiet corridor.

When I reached Miss Shayla’s office, I didn't bother knocking. I just turned the handle. Locked, right as promised.

I gave three soft taps on the wood. Within two seconds, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.

Miss Shayla stood there, breathing heavily, wearing a sleek silk blouse with the top three buttons completely undone, giving me a full view of her massive, heavy breasts straining against a black lace bra.

Her hair was loose, eyes wide and dark with pure, unfiltered desperation.

The second I stepped inside, she locked the door behind me and practically threw herself into my arms, her full body pressing against mine as she captured my lips in a messy, ravenous kiss.

"You actually came," she whimpered against my mouth, her hands eagerly sliding down my waist, pulling my short pleated skirt up around my hips. "I thought you were going to leave me hanging... I've been losing my mind all afternoon, Bella."

"I always keep my promises to good girls, Shayla," I purred, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her dazed eyes while my fingers expertly unhooked her bra, letting those glorious, heavy tits bounce free into the cool room air. "And you've been a very, very eager girl today."

She let out a soft moan as I cupped both of her breasts, pinching her hard nipples until she arched into my touch, her hands blindly reaching down to press my head toward her body.

I didn't make her wait. I dropped to my knees right there on the office rug, hooking my fingers into her panties and pulling them down her thick, trembling thighs.

Her pussy was already soaking wet, glistening under the soft lamp light. The moment my tongue dragged slowly up her swollen slit, her knees buckled, her hands fisting into my hair as she let out a breathy scream into the quiet room.

I devoured her like a starving woman, tongue fucking her deep while my fingers worked her swollen clit in fast, relentless circles. She didn't last five minutes.

Her thighs clamped around my head in a frantic grip, her entire body shaking as a violent, gushing orgasm crashed over her.

She cried out my name, milking every drop of pleasure onto my face as I licked her completely clean.

I stood up, wiping my shiny chin with the back of my hand and flashing her a wicked smile. She was slumped against her desk, panting, completely wrecked and thoroughly satisfied.

"I have somewhere very important to be," I whispered, kissing her forehead softly as she tried to catch her breath. "Keep being a good girl, and maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

"Bella... wait..." she whimpered weakly, but I was already adjusting my skirt, blowing her a kiss, and sliding out the door.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled my Bentley into the driveway of the penthouse.

The house was dead silent. Mom and Dad were gone for their downtown dinner meeting, leaving the entire floor dark except for a faint strip of light spilling from under the guest room door.

I walked up the stairs with a slow, deliberate rhythm, my heart throbbing with that familiar, delicious thrill.

I didn't knock on Marcus's door either. I turned the knob and stepped right inside, leaning back against the closed door with a slow, wicked smirk.

Marcus was pacing near the bed, wearing nothing but dark sweatpants. The moment he saw me, his jaw tightened, his eyes darting to my messy hair and my flushed cheeks.

"Bella," he rasped, taking a heavy step toward me, his voice thick with a mix of guilt and unbridled hunger. "We need to set boundaries. What happened last night... it can't happen again. Your father…"

"Marcus, you want to talk about boundaries and you told me to come when my parents aren't at home," I interrupted smoothly, dropping my bag onto the floor and letting my crop top slide right off my shoulders, exposing my bare tits right in front of his face.

His voice trailed off instantly, his eyes dropping to my hard nipples, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

The massive bulge in his sweatpants twitched, growing noticeably harder right before my eyes.

"You talk too much," I whispered, stepping right into his personal space and pressing my warm, bare breasts against his muscular chest. "If you really wanted me to leave... you wouldn't be standing here hard enough to break a stone."

A low, defeated growl broke from his chest. All his talk about boundaries melted into thin air as his big hands seized my waist, pulling me impossibly tight against him as his mouth crashed onto mine.

I chuckled wickedly against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me straight to the bed.

The night was still so very young, and I had plenty of energy left to drain him dry all over again.