Chapter 133 Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Chapter 133
I couldn't even form a word to answer. The moment I parted my lips to breathe, Betty lunged forward again. Her mouth crashed onto mine with a fierce, punishing weight that wiped out every single thought in my head.

She didn't give me a chance to recover. She shoved her entire weight directly into me, pinning me flat against the freezing tile wall. A sharp, helpless gasp cut through my throat, but she caught it instantly, her tongue driving deep inside my mouth with a thick, slick stroke that demanded everything.

My hands shook as I reached out, my fingers wrapping tightly around the warm skin of her waist. I gripped her hard, pulling her hips flush against mine. She let out a needy, jagged breath against my lips, her thighs pressing tightly between my legs. The raw heat radiating off her was blinding. Her fingers clawed up into my hair, pulling my head back to angle the kiss deeper, taking every inch of my mouth.

The kiss turned completely wild, a desperate clash of teeth and lips. The wet, rhythmic sounds of our mouths grinding together filled the empty restroom, a heavy, raw noise that made my chest heave. Every time she swallowed my whimpers, a tight, burning ache coiled lower in my stomach, a thick dampness instantly soaking my center.

Betty felt my body trembling. She broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, her lips swollen, wet, and gleaming under the bright lights, her chest heaving directly against mine.

"The stalls," she panted, her eyes pitch black with a hunger that made my pulse race. "Now, Isabella."

She didn't wait for me to move. She grabbed my arms, dragging me into the nearest stall. I stumbled over my own feet before she shoved me inside, slamming the metal door shut and sliding the lock into place with a loud, heavy click.

The small space was tight, cramped, and hot. It smelled like raw metal and the suffocating sweetness of her vanilla perfume.

The second the lock snapped, Betty went to work. Her hands didn't just touch; they tore. She reached for the hem of my oversized t-shirt, ripping it upward and over my head in one frantic motion, tossing it blindly over the partition. Before I could even blink, her fingers flew to the button of my heavy jeans. She shoved the denim down my hips, pulling my underwear along with them until I kicked them away, leaving me completely bare to the cool air.

"Betty—" I choked out, but the word was cut off as she grabbed her own clothes, tearing them off her body with an aggressive, impatient speed until she was just as naked as I was.

She looked at me, her eyes tracking down my flushed skin, taking in the sight of my completely exposed, trembling frame. A dark, dangerous smile touched her lips. She didn't say a word. She grabbed my waist and lifted me effortlessly, forcing me to sit back on the wide edge of the porcelain tank. She stepped inside my space, grabbing my knees and shoving them wide apart, exposing my soaking, throbbing center completely to her gaze.

"Look at how wet you are for me," she whispered, her voice a low, gravelly rumble.

Before I could cover myself, she dropped down, her mouth making direct, heavy contact with my sensitive flesh.

"Oh my god!" A loud, broken scream tore from my throat, echoing off the metal walls. I gripped the sides of the partition behind me, my knuckles turning white as my hips automatically buckled forward against her face.

Betty showed no mercy. She established a brutal, relentless rhythm, her tongue licking up and down my slick, swollen flesh with heavy, possessive strokes. She sucked firmly, drawing the moisture out of me while her fingers dug deep into the muscles of my thighs to hold me steady. The friction was immense, a sharp, electric shock that shot straight down to my toes, making them curl against the concrete floor.

I was climbing higher and higher, the tension in my lower stomach tightening into a burning, desperate knot. I writhed and twisted helplessly against her mouth, my hands moving to her head, my fingers tangling in her hair to pull her even closer.

"Betty, please... I can't, I'm gonna—"

"Let it go," she muttered against my wet skin, her hot breath searing my inner thighs before she went right back to work, increasing the speed of her tongue, lapping at me with an unyielding intensity.

The knot inside me snapped. A violent, heavy spasm rippled through my entire lower body. I screamed into the empty restroom, my back arching completely as my core contracted in a series of frantic, uncontrollable waves that made my legs shake.

But Betty didn't stop.

Even as my body shivered and spilled over her, she kept her mouth buried between my thighs. She continued to lick and suck with a slow, deliberate pace, lapping up every drop of my release, literally licking me clean until the slickness on my skin was entirely gone. The sensation of her tongue moving over my hypersensitive flesh after the climax made my chest heave, every muscle in my body completely unstrung.

Hearing my broken moans only seemed to drive Betty completely over the edge.

She stood up instantly, her breathing turning into a series of ragged, heavy pants. Sweat was dripping from her jawline now, her face completely flushed. She grabbed my hips, hoisting me up until my legs automatically locked around her waist, my back pinning hard against the metal door of the stall.

She didn't make me wait. She reached down, guiding two fingers directly into my drenched, throbbing middle, using the moisture to slide deep inside my tight walls in one smooth, devastating thrust.

"Ah!" My chest slammed against hers, my fingers clawing into her bare shoulders as she started moving her hand at a fast, punishing pace.

Every stroke was incredibly deep and heavy, a relentless slide that bottomed out completely before drawing all the way back to the opening. The wet, rhythmic squelching sound of her fingers inside me filled the small stall, a raw, scandalous noise that made my face burn with pure desire.

"Look at me, Isabella," Betty commanded roughly, her jaw set tight as she stared straight into my eyes.

I forced my heavy eyelids open, my vision blurred as I looked down into her intense expression. She looked completely wild, entirely consumed by the need to break me down completely.

She increased the speed, her hand becoming a fast, relentless barrage that made my entire body shake against the metal door. I locked my feet tighter behind her back, desperate to erase any remaining space between us, my own groans blending with her heavy pants in the quiet bathroom.

The tension built up all over again, twice as fast, twice as hard. I was completely at her mercy, my body fracturing under the weight of her moving fingers until a second, even more violent orgasm tore through my core. I hid my face in her neck, biting her shoulder to muffle my scream as my inner walls clamped down tight around her hand.

Betty let out a loud, animalistic groan of her own, her forehead resting heavily against my collarbone as she rode out the final, trembling seconds of my climax, her hand staying buried deep inside me until the frantic adrenaline finally began to fade.

For a long time, neither of us moved. The only sound was the heavy, synchronized thumping of our hearts and our ragged breathing inside the dark stall. Finally, completely ruined and completely satisfied, we just stayed there, wrapped up in each other in the heavy silence.