When her breathing evened out a little, Trevor began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust drew a fresh moan from her, the sound music to his ears. He gradually picked up the pace, one hand slipping around to rub her clit in firm circles while he fucked her over the desk.

The office filled with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, her wet sounds, and their shared heavy breathing. Miss Bella pushed back to meet his thrusts, her earlier shyness melting away as pleasure took over.

"Trevor... harder," she gasped after a particularly deep stroke. "Please... I can take it."

He grinned against her shoulder and gave her exactly what she asked for—snapping his hips faster, driving into her with more force. The desk creaked under them, papers scattering, but neither cared. Trevor’s hand kept working her clit, feeling her get wetter and tighter around him.

When she came the first time, it hit her hard. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, milking him as she cried out his name, body shaking. Trevor rode her through it, slowing just enough to let her savor every wave, then kept going, chasing his own pleasure now.

Trevor kept his pace steady even as Miss Bella’s orgasm rippled through her, her walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock like a velvet fist. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her back as he leaned over her, one hand still circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate pressure while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave faint marks.

"That’s it... good girl," he murmured hotly against the shell of her ear, his voice rough with restraint. "Come on my cock just like that. Let me feel how much you needed this."

Miss Bella’s moan was broken and breathless, her forehead pressed to the cool wood of the desk as aftershocks trembled through her body. Her pussy was soaked, slick sounds filling the small office every time he rocked into her. The scent of sex—musky, sweet, and unmistakably feminine—hung thick in the air.

She tried to speak, but it came out as a whimper. "Trevor... oh my God... I’ve never... it’s never felt like this..."

He smiled against her shoulder and gave a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips against her ass so the head of his cock pressed firmly against that sensitive spot deep inside her. "Because no one’s ever taken the time to fuck you properly, have they? Ten years of that sad little wedding-night memory... and now you’re finally getting what you deserve."

He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the thick head inside her, then slid back in with one long, deliberate stroke that made her toes curl in her heels. Miss Bella’s back arched, pushing her full breasts harder against the scattered papers. Her nipples were still tight and sensitive from his earlier attention, dragging deliciously against the wood with every movement. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Trevor straightened up slightly, both hands now on her hips as he began to fuck her with deeper, more controlled strokes. The short skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, her panties still dangling from one ankle like a forgotten trophy. He watched the way her pale ass cheeks rippled every time his hips met them, the sight making his cock throb inside her.

"Look at you," he said, voice low and filthy. "Bent over your own desk like a needy little slut. All that proper teacher talk earlier, and now you’re dripping down my balls."

Miss Bella made a soft, embarrassed sound, but her hips pushed back to meet his next thrust, betraying how much she loved his words. "I... I shouldn’t... but it feels so good..."

"You shouldn’t?" Trevor chuckled darkly, picking up the pace just a little. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. "Your pussy is clenching around me like it never wants me to leave. Tell me the truth, Miss Bella. You’ve been wet for me since the moment I walked into your office, haven’t you?"

She nodded frantically, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. "Yes... yes, I have. I tried to be professional but... when you looked at me with those eyes..."

Trevor rewarded her honesty with a particularly hard thrust that made her cry out. He reached forward and gathered her long hair in one fist, gently tugging her head back so she had to arch her spine. The new angle let him hit even deeper, and Miss Bella’s moan turned into a sharp, needy whine.

"Fuck... right there," she gasped. "Trevor, please don’t stop—"

"I’m not stopping anytime soon," he promised, leaning down to bite gently at the junction of her neck and shoulder. "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Until the only thing you can think about is how full you feel with my cock inside you."

He released her hair and slid both hands under her body, cupping her heavy breasts. He squeezed them firmly, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples as he continued to drive into her from behind. Miss Bella’s breathing grew ragged again, her second orgasm already building fast.

Trevor could feel it—the way her walls started to flutter, the way her thighs trembled. He slowed his thrusts deliberately, drawing it out, making her whimper in protest.

"Not yet," he growled. "I want to feel you come again, but this time I want you riding me. I want to watch your face when you fall apart."

He pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her whine at the sudden emptiness. Before she could complain, Trevor turned her around and lifted her easily onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt was still hiked up, her soaked pussy on full display—puffy, glistening, and visibly clenching around nothing.

Miss Bella’s cheeks were flushed deep pink, her hair messy, lips swollen from their earlier kisses. She looked utterly debauched and impossibly beautiful.

Trevor stepped between her thighs, stroking his cock slowly. It was shiny with her juices, thick veins standing out, the head flushed dark. He rubbed the tip up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she squirmed.

"Beg for it," he said softly, eyes locked on hers. "Tell me how badly you want my cock back inside you."

Miss Bella bit her lip, hesitation flickering for half a second before lust won out. "Please, Trevor... I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. I’ve been so empty for so long... please fill me again."

The raw honesty in her voice made his cock twitch. He lined himself up and pushed back in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Miss Bella’s head fell back with a loud moan, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

Trevor gripped her ass with both hands, holding her right at the edge of the desk so he could fuck her deep and steady. The new position let him watch every expression on her face—how her eyes fluttered, how her mouth fell open on a silent cry when he hit that perfect spot.

He set a relentless rhythm, hips snapping forward, the desk creaking under them. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while his cock plunged in and out of her dripping heat.

Miss Bella’s hands were in his hair, holding him to her chest as she moaned and gasped. "Trevor... you’re so deep... I can feel you everywhere..."

He released her nipple with a wet pop and straightened up, one hand moving between them to rub her clit again. "That’s right. Feel every inch stretching you open. This tight little pussy is mine now, isn’t it?"

She nodded desperately, hips rocking to meet him. "Yes... yours... oh God, I’m yours..."

The words sent a hot spike of possessiveness through him. Trevor fucked her harder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet office. He could feel his own orgasm building, but he wanted her to come first—wanted to feel her fall apart around him again.

"Come for me, Miss Bella," he commanded, voice low and rough. "Come on my cock like a good girl."

Her body obeyed almost instantly. Her second climax crashed over her with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses. Trevor groaned, fucking her through it, drawing out every wave until she was shaking and whimpering his name like a prayer.

Only when her tremors started to fade did he slow down, still buried deep inside her. He leaned in and kissed her slowly, deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue from earlier.

"You’re incredible," he whispered against her lips. "But we’re not done yet. Not even close."

He pulled out gently, his cock still rock-hard and glistening. Miss Bella looked down at it with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, then back up at him.

"What... what do you want now?" she asked, voice soft and breathless.

Trevor smiled, dark and promising, as he helped her off the desk on slightly shaky legs.

"On your knees."