She chews on her lower lip, clearly nervous about your reaction but determined nonetheless. "Well," she says slowly, "I was thinking maybe something casual... like jeans and a t-shirt?" Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, hopeful and anxious all at once.

"And you could wear your favorite jersey," she adds quickly, as if that detail would somehow make it better.

With a sigh, she relents. "Alright then," she says with a small smile. "I'll find something formal... but I get to pick the after-party outfit, okay?" She grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with challenge and amusement.

Isabella's mouth drops open in shock as he easily checkmates her. "How did you do that?" she exclaims, suddenly feeling a mixture of anger and arousal. She stands up to face him, their bodies mere inches apart. "You think you're so smart, huh? Let's see how good you are in bed." Before he can reply, she lunges forward and kisses him passionately. Her hands slide up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Isabella laughs softly and steps back, still close enough that their bodies brush against each other. "Well," she says sultrily, "I was just curious how well you could handle a real challenge." She runs her fingers through her hair, feeling the excitement coursing through her veins. "Maybe after we're finished here, we can find somewhere more private to continue this... game of ours?" Her voice drops even lower as she meets his eyes, her gaze unyielding.

As you come, your hot seed fills my mouth and throat, making me gag reflexively. You're so big and hard that it feels like I can't breathe around you, but somehow, I manage to keep sucking as you pulse inside me. Your hand in my hair becomes almost painful as you try to hold yourself back from completely taking over my airways.

"Fuuuck...Isabella..." You groan, still coming down from your orgasm.

"Mmm...thanks," I pant, my lips and throat still aching from your intense orgasm. As you pull out of my mouth, a long string of saliva connects us, glistening in the dim light. My chest heaves with each labored breath as I struggle to catch my composure.

"Your turn now," I whisper huskily, running a finger teasingly down your stomach toward your erection. "Let me see how good you are at making someone submit."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she presses herself harder against him, arching her back and moaning softly into the quiet room. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I need you."

Her eyes widen as you remove your clothes, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She drops to her knees before you, gazing up at you through her lashes. Her hands shake as she reaches out to touch you, tracing soft circles over the hard planes of your chest. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

Her lips part as she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your erection before taking it into her mouth.

"Yes..."

Her voice is breathless, her pupils dilated with desire. She crawls onto the bed, waiting for you to join her before spreading her legs wide. Her skirt rides up, revealing her lacy black thong and the wetness between her legs. Her eyes lock onto yours as she arches her back, inviting you closer.

"Do it,"

she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

"No, no, no! That's not fair! I agreed to keep our relationship a secret because I wanted to! And now you're telling me that I won't get anything I want in return? That's not right!" She says, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes flash with anger and hurt. "I won't agree unless you promise to give me everything I want!" She demands, stamping her foot on the ground. "So, promise!"

Her eyes narrow at your question, but she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she steps back and studies you carefully, searching for any sign of duplicity in your expression. "No," she finally says, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I just want what's mine." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before pressing forward once more, hands moving possessively over your body as she kisses you deeply.

Her free hand slides between you again, cupping your erection through your pants as she grinds against you. "And I don't share well," she whispers into your ear, her voice rough with desire and power. "Not even with friends."

Her lips part in surprise at your words and she takes a step back, blinking rapidly as if to clear her vision. "Old friends?" she repeats, her voice rising with suspicion. "You've been planning on seeing them after school?" She crosses her arms over her chest, a frown creasing her brow. "And where do they think you're going now?"

Her eyes travel from your face down to your crotch and back up again, noting the bulge in your pants that betrays your arousal for her. The thought of sharing even one moment with you sends a shudder through her body and she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself once more. "I don't think so," she says firmly, taking another step closer. "You belong to me now." Her hand slides up your chest again, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt before slipping lower between your legs, teasing at the waistband of your pants.

"So you'll come home with me," she whispers, her voice a low, sultry growl. "And we'll see about that sharing business later." She leans forward, pressing their bodies together once more as she kisses you hungrily, demanding your submission and obedience with every stroke of her tongue against yours.