She felt the tears that had blurred her vision now running trails down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat gathering at her temples.
She was completely undone, a willing victim to the pleasure Trevor was inflicting.
"That's it, baby," Trevor growled, his voice thick and low, vibrating against the side of her neck.
He lifted her hips higher, shifting her weight slightly to change the angle, finding a new, devastating depth. The world narrowed to that one, perfect collision of bodies.
He felt the muscles in her inner thighs flexing with incredible strength as she tried to pull him deeper. Her whole core was clenching, tightening around his shaft like a velvet fist.
This feeling—her utter surrender and demanding desperation—was a drug.
He leaned back just enough to see her face.
Her lips were parted and swollen, her eyes closed, her throat arched. He wanted her to look at him, to acknowledge the wreckage he had made of her control.
"Look at me, Caroline," he commanded, the words demanding obedience.
Her eyes fluttered open. They were dark, swimming with pure, mindless pleasure, focused only on him.
In that instant, he saw no shame, only cravings, craving more of Caroline ls innocent pussy.
He slammed back into her, a deep, shuddering thrust that hit the absolute bottom of her womb, drawing a sharp, high whimper from her.
The moment was shattered suddenly, by the metallic CREAK of the main toilet door opening.
Trevor froze. His body, which had been driving with reckless abandon just a second ago, locked up, his cock still fully sunk inside her.
The adrenaline hit them both like a cold splash of water.
Caroline gasped, the sound thin and terrified.She heard the soft, unmistakable shuffle of footsteps on the tiled floor. Someone was inside the toilet.
Trevor reacted instantly, his face turning hard, feral. He didn't pull out—that would have made a loud, wet sound and risked losing the momentum—but he stopped all movement.
He shifted his weight, pressing her body flat against the stall wall, using his broader frame to shield her as much as possible, his massive cock held rigid inside her.
He dropped his voice to a calm, barely audible hiss, his lips pressed to her ear. "Don't move"
They were completely still. The silence in their stall was suffocating, broken only by the loud, ragged sound of their desperate breathing.
Caroline could feel his heart hammering against her ribs, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.
Outside the stall, the sounds continued: the click of a belt buckle, followed by the distinct hiss of a woman using the neighboring stall.
The shock of the exposure—the awareness that only a thin metal divider separated their frantic, ruined moment from an unwitting stranger—was intensely, devastatingly erotic.
The intense terror mixed with the lingering pleasure was a devastating cocktail. Her inner muscles clenched, tightening around Trevor's rigid cock in a silent, uncontrollable spasm.
Trevor felt it—the sudden, powerful squeeze of her internal walls—and a low, animal growl of near-pain tore from his throat.
He had to bite his tongue to keep the sound swallowed. Her tight, hot pussy was pushing him over the edge, even in the middle of this agonizing suspense.
"You're killing me, Carl….. ," he barely breathed, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her waist.
The girl finished her business. They heard the flush of the next toilet, the metallic clink of a door latch, and the heavy thud of a shoe as he moved toward the sink.
It felt like an eternity. Caroline squeezed her eyes shut, wishing herself invisible, the throbbing inside her pussy screaming for him to move again.
Finally, the swish of the main door closing. Silence.
The moment the outer door clicked shut, the spell of fear broke, replaced by a torrent of uncontrollable, reckless desire.
Trevor let out a shuddering, relief-laced exhale, and his control snapped.
He yanked her away from the wall, gripping her hips, and drove back into her with violent, unleashed power.
The movement was raw, desperate, and punishing. He slammed into her repeatedly, the sound echoing in the now-empty room.
He was driven by the fear, the stolen moment, and the need to possess her utterly after that moment of shared, terrifying vulnerability.
"You wanted this!" he rasped, his eyes blazing, his hips pounding a relentless rhythm. "Scream for me now! No one can hear you!"
"I'm going to!" Caroline shrieked, no longer caring about the noise, the school, or the rules. Her entire body felt like it was tearing apart under the combined pressure of his size and his speed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder, trying to absorb the magnificent, shattering force of his thrusts.
Her head snapped back, her breasts shook violently, and her core began to contract in a series of deep, shuddering convulsions.
"Trevor! Now! Please, oh god, I'm coming!"
He felt the climax engulf her, the incredibly tight, hot tremors forcing the air from his lungs.
Her body was milking him dry, and with a final, deep, convulsive roar, Trevor drove one last, desperate thrust into her core, emptying himself in a blinding, earth-shaking release.
He collapsed against her, his forehead resting on her damp shoulder, their ragged breaths the only sound in the ruined privacy of the stall.
Trevor slowly let Caroline down. Pathing her head gently.
"You were really hot today," Trevor said as he began dressing.
Caroline's cheeks flushed red as she blushed, buttoning her shirt.
"It was really good… your cock is really huge," she murmured, her face down, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Too shy to raise her head.
Trevor, getting dressed, replied, "And your pussy is also really tight." He continued buckling his belt, fully dressed.
"Well, I think you should get going. I'll come back in twenty minutes to avoid suspicion," Caroline suggested, adjusting her shirt.
"No, that would be obvious since you went out before me," Trevor said calmly, staring blankly at the door.
"Okay then… see you in twenty minutes," Caroline said, leaving the toilet. She turned glancing at him one more time before heading back to class.