Page 2 of Hot For Her Bully

Every step is wobbly toward me until she presses her hands against my chest. Something comes over me, lust and disgust battling inside, making me clench my fist. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"You should lie down, Whitney," I tell her.

"Hey, that's my piece of ass." Quinn reaches out to grab her. I grip him by the wrist and bend it at an awkward angle.

"No one touches her," I growl. "If you want to pick up a football ever again, you'll remember that."

He nods vigorously, and I release him and slide an arm around Whitney's waist. My mind and cock are warring for who needs to be in charge of this moment. It's already dark when I help Whitney leave the party. I know where her dorm room is, but my apartment is closer.

We walk together, with me helping to keep her upright. Whitney can barely string two words together. When I unlock the door to my place, she jogs inside with her arms stretching toward the ceiling.

"I feel so good. My pussy is super wet for you, Quinn."

"I'm not Quinn, Whit. I'm Weston." I pull out my phone to record whatever's happening. I'm sure it's only going to help me ruin her.

"No you're not," she argues and pulls off her shirt. "He would never take me home let alone fuck me. He's an asshole who hates me."

"I do hate you," I tell her off-camera.

"So why are you filming me? You want a show, don't you, Quinn?"

I encourage her. "Do whatever you feel like doing."

"Right now, I want you to kiss me."

When I don't move, she comes toward me. This is a side no one on campus gets to see. Whitney's so reserved, prim, and proper. I help spread the rumors about her sleeping with professors to get by, but no one's actually seen her flirt with any of them. The only special treatment I see is the kind she gets from Harland Adams.

This Whitney is bold, demanding, and sexy as hell. I can't resist.

She's brazen as she grabs me by the waistband, pulls it back, and slips her hand into my boxers.

"FUCK." I grit my teeth, her slender fingers wrapping around my cock.

"That's what I'm trying to do, Quinn, but you won't let me." Her breathing's husky as she strokes me into an erection that fights every ounce of logic coursing through me.

"For the last time. I'm not Quinn, and I don't want you anywhere near my dick like this." I move to back away from her. I nearly trip and stumble back. She refuses to release my cock and comes down on top of me. My phone slides out of my hand just as she slips my erection out of my pants.

CHAPTER 2

Whitney

My head feels wavy, like colors have a smell, and I can see sounds. Heat rushes over my body as I handle one of the thickest cocks I've ever seen in my life. I've been after this guy, Quinn, since freshman year. And finally, he's paying attention to me.

My pussy is drenched just thinking about what comes next, but Quinn keeps saying that bastard's name. Weston Whitlock is the bane of my existence. He lives to make my entire college experience miserable. This morning was the cherry on top when he massacred my resume.

I barely made it through my interview with Harland Adams. We have an agreement, me and Harland. He has to treat me like any other student in public, but still, the rumors of our romance circle around campus. It's bullshit, but the reason for our arrangement is no one's business.

I needed to blow off steam after today. Weston's lackeys always cave and cower to take part in his ongoing torture of me. When Quinn invited me to this party, I was more than happy to show up. It's weird in some aspects.

His face blurs and moves under me as I straddle him, his cock still heavy in my hand. "Why did you ask me out like that?"

"How did I ask you out?" The handsome face under me comes in clearly. Piercing gray eyes pop behind locks of wavy black hair. A square jaw with a mouth so fucking kissable, I can't resist.

Leaning down, I shove my tongue between his lips, taking the kiss before he changes his mind. He's stiff at first but gets into it when I start sliding my hand up and down over his erection. Our tongues wrap around one another, sliding in and out of each other's mouths.

Messy, passionate, and getting me hornier by the second.

"You have to fuck me. Fuck me right here, Quinn. Fuck me with this big ass dick."

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