My Tycoon Temptation

Satisfy my desire, boy

Cassie’s POV

I took Mark to the women’s bathroom at the college. He must have already realized what I really wanted, so he gladly followed me, our hands linked. I was cautious, checking if anyone else was in the bathroom, and we got lucky—the place was empty. I led him to the last stall and locked it carefully to ensure no one would interrupt us during the act.

With a mischievous smile, I pushed Mark toward the toilet, making him sit on the lid. After he sat, looking at me suggestively, I straddled his lap, one leg on each side of his body, and kissed him with desire while grinding against him.

Mark’s hands caressed my back as our tongues battled, fueled by lust and longing. When we broke the kiss for air, he moved to my jaw and neck, kissing me there. I threw my head back and let out a high moan, feeling his hands slide anxiously down my body under my skirt.

"You took me by surprise, you know?" he commented as we tangled ourselves in the bathroom stall. "I like it when you’re naughty like this, kitten." I smiled at his words and kissed him again, feeling his erection already pressing between my legs.

"You really like it?" I teased, slipping my hand under his shirt and caressing his defined chest.

"I love it, I really love it…"

"Then f**k me hot. I know you dream about it. I know how much you want me…" I whispered softly in his ear. He kissed me harder, grabbing me possessively now. I moved my hands to his belt and unbuckled it hastily, too impatient for foreplay. If Mark wanted to take it slow, he’d have to change his mind because I needed to be f****d right away.

My p***y was practically burning with desire, craving immediate relief. I just wanted a quickie to ease how horny I was feeling. I slipped my hand into his loosened pants, grasping his c**k—big and virile, to my delight—and started stroking it as we exchanged kisses and sighs. He pushed my panties aside, took my hand that was holding his d**k, and guided it to my entrance, rubbing the tip against me in the process.

I sighed, my whole body shuddering with want for him. Then I lowered myself onto his c**k, feeling it penetrate me expertly. I let out a loud groan—I hadn’t expected it to be so big. Mark gripped my waist and urged me to bounce on him. The movements sped up as I found my rhythm, releasing involuntary moans with each thrust, my p***y welcoming him so perfectly.

"Yes! More… f**k more!" I begged, eyes closed and mouth half-open, moaning his name like the needy b***h I was.

I don’t know how his mouth ended up on my breasts, but there it was, sucking my hard, full t**s as he f****d me fast and frantic. I had to brace my legs and one arm against the stall wall as he pounded me so desperately. Mark devoured me hungrily, like someone who hadn’t eaten in days, and I was loving it—it was exactly what I wanted. I was finally getting what I craved so badly.

"What a f*****g hot little b***h…!" he panted between thrusts, driving me even crazier for him. I wanted to give it to him more often.

"Yes… I’m your little b***h. f**k your little b***h’s p***y, f**k…" I pleaded as he rubbed my c**t with his nimble fingers.

"My little b***h, I’m gonna f**k you so much… Ah…!"

"Yes, more… Oh my God… Awn!" I moaned loudly when I reached my climax, rolling my eyes as the orgasm surged through my body. I dug my nails into Mark’s back without realizing it—he’d definitely have marks there later. I liked that; I liked leaving my mark on his skin.

He lifted me desperately, standing up from the toilet, flipped the lid up, pulled his c**k out of me, and aimed his ejaculate into the bowl, spilling his whitish, watery load there.

"Ahhh, f**k… holy s**t…" he moaned along with me. I felt his whole body tense as he came. I clung to him, still wrapped around his body for a little longer. When he finished, we both laughed together and shared one last kiss. Then I slid out of his arms, cleaned myself up, and straightened my clothes. He did the same. "Does that always happen?" he asked after a while.

"Hm? What did you say?" I replied with a question.

"I asked if you always get that fired up," he laughed, and I joined him, fixing my hair.

"It really depends on how attracted I am to the guy." I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the stall, heading toward the bathroom mirror. I washed my hands and face and touched up my makeup. Mark washed his hands and splashed water on his face too. I liked that talking to Mark didn’t feel forced—everything between us was natural and pleasant.

"I’m flattered to hear you find me attractive." Mark tried to steal a kiss from me, but at that moment, a student walked through the bathroom door. She was one of those religious girls who wore oversized clothes and loved judging everyone, acting superior. She squealed when she saw Mark in the girls’ bathroom. I rolled my eyes—she was about to get insufferable.

"What depravity!" she spat. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you spawn of the devil!" With those lovely words, she stormed out. Mark and I burst out laughing at her dramatic exit.

"Did you hear that, Mark? We’re depraved," I said, amused.

"Yeah, straight to hell," he replied, grabbing my waist and pulling me to him in a sexy way. My body collided with his, and I smiled. "Then I’d ask the devil to lock us in the same cell for eternity, and we’d be happy forever, even in hell." I grinned like an i***t at those words, and then he kissed me—a kiss I eagerly returned.