Chapter 3 #2
“Oh…Asher…Yes…Right there. Don’t stop!” I can’t tell if it’s her fake voice or tits that are turning me off tonight, but even with Darcy bent over the desk in lecture hall C, while I pound into her perfectly trimmed and preened pussy, I can’t seem to get any closer to the release I need.
I shift my hips slightly and push her head further into the mahogany table and pick up my pace.
The slapping of skin-on-skin echoes around the empty hall, as the setting sun casts shadows around the space.
Shadows I try to imagine are people sat watching me plow into Darcy from behind.
Nope. Nothing,
God not even my fantasy of being watched can improve this casual fuck.
I peer back down to the woman moaning and groaning like a porn star and grimace.
It’s not insulting because I know I’m a great lay.
It’s her need to try and please me to become the future Mrs. Vander that has her pretending so hard.
She wants me to want her the way our parents expect, but even though we do this on a regular, I have absolutely no intention on marrying Darcy Gibson-Graham.
Not for power, money, or even just because it’s what my parents want.
The reason is because she doesn’t set my blood on fire.
Yes, she is attractive with her flawless make-up, bouncy blond hair, banging body, and game for pretty much anything I ask of her.
Unfortunately, that burning desire bred from need to claim and conquer just doesn’t come.
Not like that white haired stranger from this morning. The image of her pops into my head and I find myself hardening inside of Darcy.
Finally.
I chase it.
Instead of Darcy beneath me, I picture the stunning woman as she takes me inch by inch.
Her long wavy hair wrapped around my fist as I push into her relentlessly.
The tingle at the base of my spine starts to fizz and all sorts of sordid visions flick through my mind.
Her on her back in my bed as I fuck her deep, her real breasts gripped in my hands.
I wonder what colour her nipples are. With the tight black top she had on this morning, I could see her tits were smaller than Darcy’s but that doesn’t bother me. I’m an ass man anyway.
Another image of her on her knees before me, those brown eyes staring up at me as I fuck her face. I know she likes it. I watched the back of her head bob up and down on that douche’s cock for a full three minutes before getting dumped at the entrance.
Lips all swollen and puffy. Perfect.
I picture the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she gags but takes me willingly.
My balls start to tighten, and I know I am seconds away from release.
I pick up the pace on Darcy wishing it was the stranger below me.
I shift my hips again and go to town, fast and hard.
The last image I see is me coming in her mouth as she swallows me greedily, then opens her mouth to show me how good she can be.
“Fuuuuuck,” I grunt as I come the hardest I have in a while as Darcy cries out with her own release.
I quickly pull out and throw the condom in the bin by my feet after rolling it up in some tissue. Don’t want Mr. Chapman knowing we used his space after hours. Not that he would care much, I’ve caught him fucking a few students in this very spot several times, the bastard.
“Wow. That was amazing,” Darcy says breathlessly as she readjusts her skirt. Her face red and blotchy but make-up completely intact. Not like the little vixen from this morning, with her smudged lipstick and spillage I wish was mine for some reason.
“Hey,” I say as I grab both our bags from the floor and place Darcy’s on her shoulder.
“Who’s the new girl?” I ask trying to keep things neutral.
Darcy can be a little bit psycho when she thinks she has competition.
I wouldn’t usually stand for it, I can stick my dick where I want to, but Darcy does everything I need for now, and is the best of a bad bunch here at Marrowton.
She spins and narrows her brown eyes on me with suspicion. “Ruella Griffith. All I know is that she is a new starter from down south after taking a few years off,” She tilts her head. “Why?”
I shrug and open the door leading to the West wing.
“No reason. Just seen her this morning and let’s say things might get interesting around here,” I smirk.
I don’t usually shit stir, I pretty much mind my own business when it comes to this place, but for some reason I want to push the new girl’s buttons.
She looks like she can take it, and knowing Darcy, she will push it multiple times.
She’s going to hate her, hate her natural beauty, hate her stand out hair and she will fucking despise the girl’s fashion.
Marrowton is the top of the upper class.
Men dress like they are going to a mix between the office and a fashion show, the women dress to perfection in the most expensive things they own. Boring if you ask me.
But the new girl. Ruella. I already know she is not going to fit in with the popular crowd here. She is going to ruffle some feathers and I cannot wait for the carnage that is about to follow.
“What do you mean?” Darcy asks as we make our way down the corridor.
“You will see,”
For the first time in a long time, I am excited for tomorrow.