Leaving behind my older brother, I fixed my gaze on the black ponytail under a black cap, nice ass moving in black jeans. This girl was completely devoid of color and fucking depressing to look at. Lev, though, would be drawn to her like a vampire bat toblood, whereas I prefer a girl who didn’t look like she just rolled out of a grave.
I heard footsteps behind me and discovered dirty ol’ Deano, a tutor in the business school, carrying a coffee cup. I pulled back so he could overtake me and pretended to check my phone, saying, “g’morning,” as he went, wondering how many students he’ll fuck this year.
I saw him noticing the Boleyn girl, and I didn’t like it. She’s mine…ours, not for fucking, but for tormenting and teasing. If he’s hanging around in her contacts, then it’s going to make it harder for us to do our job.
Running my hand along the buildings’ walls, I kept a good distance from her until she stopped to take a phone call. I hid around the corner and tried to listen, and even though I couldn’t hear her, her tone indicated that she was distressed and was speaking to someone she was friendly with.
Dirty ol’ Deano walked past her again, carrying the coffee cup, and I did a double-take as he was ahead of me, then turned back. Is the dude sharking the girl, waiting for the right time to strike? She paused her conversation and smiled back at Deano and waited until he was gone before she continued speaking.
Once her phone call ended, I expected her to continue moving in the direction she was going, but she turned back and seemed in a hurry. This was the perfect opportunity to confront her about a problem that had recently cropped up.
As soon as she approached the corner, I stepped out and stood in front of her. “Oh god, not you again,” she snarled, and it annoyed me that I didn’t enamor her like every other sophomore girl. Maybe I wasn’t her type. I didn’t care. Actually, yes, I did.
She stepped around me, but I stepped in front of her to block her way again. “We need to talk,” I told her.
“No, we don’t, and jeez move out of the way. You’re like an upright beluga whale,” she spat, frustrated.
“Belu…wait. No. You’re not going anywhere,” I pulled her around the corner down a lonely path in between two buildings where there was no one about.
“Don’t touch me,” she snarled, trying to snatch her hand away from my grip, but she wasn’t strong enough.
“Shush, Boleyn, or I’ll make you shut up,” I promised, grabbing her cap and pulling it off her head, tossing it on the ground. “Remove your shades.”
“No,” she hissed, writhing like a snake trying to escape my clutches.
“Fine,” I raised my hand to grab them, but turned her head away as a cloud of her perfume infiltrated my senses and my cock twinged.
I could fuck her right now, if I wanted to, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Fucking a Boleyn until she screamed was a goal worth pursuing, but I had other issues on my mind right now. However, I bet she felt fine wrapped around my cock, titties jiggling with each thrust, plump lips parted as my wood drew in and out, saturated in her juice.
Grabbing her face with my hand, I turned her head to face me, “I repeat, Boleyn, take off your fucking shades.”
“Why?” she questioned hotly, making me hornier. This was not going to end well. What I thought would be an easy demand had turned into a struggle with a barking hyena. “You can talk to me through my glasses. I’d rather protect my eyesight from you.”
That comment tipped me over the edge a little, and I grabbed her shades and pulled them off her face as her mouth opened and those teeth sank into my hand. “Fuck, woman,” I recoiled from the pain, but managed to restrain her wrists and hold them above her head.
“Pretty eyes,” I told her, ignoring the throbbing in my hand and in my pants. “Green. Like a swamp.”
“Where you’ll find your dead body once I’m done with you,” she ranted, and I frowned in confusion.
“That doesn’t make sense, Boleyn. I can’t find my dead body if I’m dead at the bottom of a swamp. I mean…critical thinking is not your strongest talent, I’m guessing. You might not do so well in business studies, I’m just saying,” I educated her while her cute little nose screwed up, but those swamp eyes wanted to kill me.
“I see you take after your father,” she snarled.
“Sure do, but trust me, Boleyn, I’m the nicer brother,” I informed her as she chewed her bottom lip, and I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t.
“Hurry up and speak your wisdom. I haven’t got all day,” she squirmed, still trying to escape my cage. But, fuck, she was making it hard not to fuck her.
“Two things,” I started, then caught movement in my peripheral vision and looked in that direction to find it was a group of students walking by, but I didn’t think they saw us.
Boleyn suddenly let out a scream that nearly deafened me, and I released her wrist, slapped my hand over her mouth, and checked if anyone heard. A burning sensation tore into my palm as she bit down hard on the fleshy part of my thumb.
I clenched my jaw to fight back the pain, then felt her hand grab my crotch, but not in the way I hoped.
“What do you think you are doing, Boleyn?” My teeth ground as her eyes narrowed and squeezed my left ball.
“Let me go,” her voice muffled by my hand.
“No. Not until I’ve finished speak-ing,” I told her scornfully as she squeezed my ball a little harder and dug her fingernails in, and it felt as if my entire abdomen was on fire. It was becoming more difficult to control the situation when pain was dominating the cells in my body.
