I mutinously purse my lips, and he delivers another whack to my aching butt.
“For calling you a motherfucker.”
“Knew you’d see things my way.”
Motherfucker.
“You have an amazing ass, mutt.” He slides his silken length through my slit and positions himself at my entrance.
“Don’t.”
Maverick begins to slowly penetrate me.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I’m pissed because a sick part of me wants to feel him inside me, but I can’t allow myself to surrender.
“I’ll suck your dick,” I hiss.
“I’m no longer interested.”
“I know how to deep throat and can make you come in five minutes.”
After a couple seconds of indecision, he releases me, and I turn around to face him.
“Are you waiting on a goddamn invitation?” he asks impatiently. “Get on your fucking knees.”
I descend to the carpeted floor. He grasps his impressive girth and glides the tip along my lips. My tongue subconsciously darts out and the salty taste of his pre-cum explodes in my mouth.
“Open,” he rasps.
It’s now or never.
I punch him in the dick, using all my strength.
“Bitch!” he roars, clutching his junk.
I leap into action, snagging my backpack and bolting from the room. I hear his footsteps pounding behind me and dare a glance back. Maverick is in hot pursuit and closing in fast.
Un-fucking-real. Does he have superpowers or what?
My only advantage is my slight head start and his injury. There’s no way in hell I can outrun the star quarterback of Montgomery Academy’s elite football team.
I dart into the stairwell. If I can get to the first floor, I’ll be fine. Strong fingers dig into my shoulder. I pivot and swing my backpack, striking Maverick in the face. In doing so, I lose my footing and tumble down the stairs. The breath is knocked out of me and a sharp pain shoots up my leg, momentarily stunning me. I shake it off and stagger to my feet, but I’m not quick enough. Maverick takes ahold of my braids and begins dragging me back up the stairs.
“We’re not done,” he snarls.
I dig my fingernails into his arm, and he smashes my head into the wall.
“I’m going to enjoy making you hurt,” he growls against my lips.
The janitor appears. “What are you kids doing?”
“Mind your fucking business,” Maverick barks.
I use the distraction to my benefit and knee him in the balls.
“Goddamn it!” he bellows, loosening his hold.
