School

The next day at work, Sarah felt like everyone knew her dirty little secret. She couldn't meet her colleague's eyes, afraid that they could see the guilt and shame that still lingered inside her.

But Brad was different. He sauntered into the break room like he owned the place, flashing her a wicked grin that made her heart race. She tried to ignore him, busying herself with her lesson plans, but he wouldn't let her.

He came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "You were so fucking hot last night, babe."

Sarah blushed furiously, feeling both aroused and embarrassed at the same time. She couldn't believe they were having this conversation in the middle of work.

"What if someone hears us?" she whispered back.

Brad just laughed. "Let them hear," he said. "I don't care. I want everyone to know you're mine."

Sarah shook her head, feeling a mix of desire and apprehension. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself.

Brad moved closer to her, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness against her backside, and it made her shiver with anticipation.

"Let's go somewhere private," he murmured. "I want to fuck you again."

Sarah's breath caught in her throat. She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too strong. She nodded, and Brad led her out of the break room and down the hallway to the storage closet.

It was small and cramped, with boxes stacked all around them. But Brad didn't seem to care. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Sarah moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more. She needed to feel him inside her again, to be taken to the brink of pleasure and beyond.

Brad pulled back and lifted her up, pressing her against the wall. He ripped off her blouse and sucked on her nipples, making her moan with pleasure.

"God, I love your tits," he growled. "I could suck on them all day."

Sarah giggled, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by his dirty talk. She had never been with a man who talked so openly about sex, and it excited her.

Brad pushed her skirt up and slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Sarah gasped, feeling the familiar heat building inside her.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"

Sarah nodded, too turned on to speak. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, wanting him inside her more than anything.

Brad pushed her panties to the side and slid into her, filling her up with his hard cock. Sarah cried out, her back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure.

He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slamming together echoing through the small closet. Sarah couldn't believe they were doing this, but she couldn't stop either. She was addicted to the pleasure, the way Brad made her feel.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "I could fuck you all day."

Sarah whimpered, feeling her orgasm building inside her. She dug her nails into his back and bucked her hips, wanting more.

And then she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. Brad kept thrusting, driving her higher and higher until she thought she would explode.

When he finally came, it was with a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He collapsed against her, both of them breathing heavily.

Sarah knew they couldn't keep doing this. It was too risky, too dangerous. But at the same time, she couldn't help but crave more