She's heaven, she's hell! 4

~Bella

I lay on my bed in a loose tank top and tiny silk shorts, trying my best to focus on the microbiology notes spread out in front of me.

After the pool incident with Marcus, I’d managed to push the horny thoughts down for a while. Deep breaths, cold showers in my mind, the usual tricks. For once, it was actually working.

Then my phone buzzed, it was a message from an unknown number. A view-once video.

My pulse quickened. I opened it.

The video played, Mrs. Shayla, now clearly alone in what looked like her bedroom was completely naked, legs spread wide on her bed.

Her massive breasts bounced heavily as she fingered herself furiously, three fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy. Her eyes were half-closed in pleasure, lips parted as she moaned my name over and over.

“Bella… fuck, Bella… just like that… oh god, Bella…”

The video ended.

I stared at the screen, mouth dry, pussy instantly flooding again. Fuck.

I typed back quickly, “that’s fucking hottt…”

Her reply came almost instantly, “What have you done to me? I want more of you. I wish you were here right now with me, Bella.”

I smirked and replied, “Go fuck your husband for now then.”

“I’m not married. It’s Miss Shayla, not Mrs.”

I raised an eyebrow, “How old are you?”

“34.”

“Woah.” Just twelve years older than me. That was… actually really fucking good. Mature, experienced body, but still young enough to be filthy and eager.

I put the phone down and tried to go back to my notes but it was impossible. The image of her moaning my name while fingering that juicy pussy kept replaying in my head.

My nipples were hard against my tank top. My clit throbbed. The ache between my legs was back in full force, worse than before.

Should I just masturbate and get it over with? I thought, hand already slipping under the waistband of my shorts. Or…

No. No, Bella. You are not going to that man’s room. Marcus is Dad’s friend. He’s staying right next door. He's off-limits.

But I already knew I would.

“You rogue little slut,” I thought, biting my lip hard as I stood up. My heart raced with excitement and guilt.

The addiction had won again. I quietly opened my door and padded barefoot down the hallway toward the guest room, my silk shorts already sticking to my wet folds.

The house was quiet. My parents were probably downstairs watching TV. Marcus’s door was closed, but I could see a faint light underneath.

I raised my hand to knock… then hesitated for half a second.

Fuck it.

I turned the handle slowly.

He turned on the light the second I cracked the door open. “Bella, right? You have trouble sleeping or what?” Marcus asked, voice low and cautious.

I nodded, smiling like an innocent little four-year-old girl getting her armpit teased all sweet and playful on the outside while my pussy dripped like a faucet underneath.

He was standing there in nothing but loose shorts, shirtless, those wet pool abs now dry but still looking fucking edible under the low light. His broad chest, defined muscles, a trail of hair leading down to the growing bulge I couldn’t stop staring at.

I closed the door behind me with a soft click and leaned against it. “I hurt my neck when I collided with you earlier in the pool. I really need a massage for it…”

He smiled, a mix of amusement and wariness, and walked over. His hands landed on my shoulders, big and strong, pressing into the muscle.

I let out a soft, needy moan right away, arching into his touch. My nipples were rock-hard, poking obscenely through the thin nightgown.

“You okay?” he asked, pausing.

“I think I’d rather sit down,” I whispered. I moved to his bed and sat on the edge, thighs slightly parted.

He followed, standing in front of me, those strong hands working my neck and shoulders again. I could see it clearly now, his thick cock rising steadily in his shorts, the outline getting longer and harder with every moan I let slip.

While staring hungrily at that growing bulge, I slipped one hand between my legs, rubbing my soaked pussy through the silk of my nightgown. Slow circles at first, then faster. My moans grew louder, filthier. “Mmm… yes…”

It didn’t take long before he noticed. He jerked back, eyes wide. “Bloody hell, what the fuck are you doing?!”

I didn’t stop. My eyes were half lidded with lust as I kept fingering myself, pushing the fabric aside so my slick fingers could glide directly over my swollen clit and dip into my dripping hole. The wet sounds filled the quiet room.

Marcus stared speechlessly, frozen.

“What I need isn’t a massage,” I breathed, voice husky. “It’s this thing rising underneath your shorts, Marcus. I want that big cock.”

“Are you insane?” he hissed. “Get out. Now.”

I stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact, and let the nightgown slide off my shoulders.

It dropped to my waist, exposing my heavy, full tits, then I pushed it all the way down and stepped out, completely naked.

I turned slowly, giving him a full 360, letting him drink in the curve from my neck down to my huge bouncing breasts, my tiny waist, the smooth line of my shaved pussy already glistening with arousal, and my tight, round ass.

His cock was now fighting desperately to rip through his shorts, the thick head visibly outlined, a wet spot forming at the tip.

“Please leave,” he said, voice strained.

“Leave? Then what?” I stepped closer, cupping my own tits and pinching my nipples right in front of him. “Lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Marcus? Look at me. I’m dripping for you.”

He swallowed hard. “I can’t do that. You’re my best friend’s daughter.”

I laughed softly, darkly. “Didn’t you hold my waist and grab my breast in the pool earlier? Don’t lie to me… how did that feel? Be honest, did your cock twitch when you felt how soft and full my tit was?”

"Who the fuck are you?" He breathed heavily, taking steps away from me, but I closed the distance immediately, pressing my naked body against him.

My hard nipples grazed his chest while my hand boldly palmed the massive bulge in his shorts, stroking it firmly through the fabric.

I smiled, slow and dangerous.

"Some call me heaven. Some call me hell." I took another step closer, dropping to my knees in front of him and yanking his shorts down.

His thick, heavy cock sprang free, slapping against my cheek. I moaned at the sight, veiny, throbbing, already leaking precum.

I licked the head slowly, tasting him, while my fingers pumped my own dripping cunt. “Which one I am depends entirely on how brave you are.”

"Some call me an angel. Others swear I'm the devil." I tilted my head, then swallowed half his cock in one greedy motion, sucking hard while looking up at him.

My other hand worked my pussy faster, juices running down my thighs onto his floor. "You'll have to decide for yourself."

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. “I’m every warning you've ever ignored... and every temptation you've ever wanted.”

I stood up, turned around, bent over his bed and spread my ass cheeks, showing him my soaked pussy and tight little hole. “I’m the reason people stop believing in good decisions.”

I reached back, grabbed his cock, and rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit. “Heaven doesn't want me. Hell can't contain me. So here I am.”

I pushed back, taking the first thick inches of his cock inside me with a loud, shameless moan. “Now fuck me, Marcus. Ruin your best friend’s slutty daughter.”