Page 3 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

TWO

Archer

Archer’s head tilted back, lips parted, a slow satisfied groan coming from the depths of his throat as a blonde between his legs sucked his dick like she had something to prove. Most women he came across, no matter the race, treated him like he was royalty.

Her green eyes were locked on his face, mouth wrapped around him, and her hands gripped his thighs as if her life depended on it. Her main goal was to make sure she secured a spot in Archer’s life.

“Pull them titties out, baby, pinch those fuckin’ nipples.” Archer encouraged her just as she pushed his ten inches past her tonsils.

His toes cracked as he watched her eat his dick up with no shame. Her tongue slithered from side to side as she cupped and massaged his balls.

“Nasty ass bitch, do that shit then.” He turned his lip up and chuckled.

The room smelled like cologne, weed, sweat, and sex. Archer could hear the world outside that buzzed with first day of class anxiety. He didn’t give a damn about syllabus week. Class couldwait; he never took shit at Blake U seriously, to be honest. He always felt like he was living a damn lie. The only time he felt alive was when he was in his own element. Off of campus, at hisrealhouse with hisrealresponsibilities.

He leaned back further into his expensive leather desk chair, one hand was tangled into her bleached hair, the other lazily flicking the ashes from a blunt into a crystal ashtray that was shaped like a pussy. His dorm room looked more like a luxury suite than a student’s quarters, thanks to his father’s money and Archer’s side hustles.

Designer sneakers lined the wall, even his walk was expensive. On top of his desk was a glass tray of pills: Adderall, Xans, and a few other things that the students at Blake U partook in. Archer found out a while ago that students didn’t just crave knowledge; most of them craved escape. Archer knew how to sell both, because he spent most of his life escaping the harsh realities of a lot of different things.

Just as he shot his nut all over the blonde’s face and breasts, his door exploded open with a thunderous bang.

“What the hell is this shit, Archer!”

Archer didn’t acknowledge his father, instead, he took his dick and shoved it down the girl’s throat as a parting gift. She gagged, as her eyes widened looking over at Archer’s dad. Archer snatched his dick out of her mouth and shook his head at her.

“Next time, focus on my dick and not him.” He dropped his dick, making it land heavily on his thigh.

She scrambled to cover up her breasts as she eyed the tall, red-faced man storm further into the room. Archer Sr. was dressed in a tailored, smoked-gray suit. His pale blue eyes morphed into tiny slits as he stared at his first born in disgust.

“Sr.” Archer said coolly, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

There wasn’t a trace of shame in his voice or face.

“You knock now or…?”

Archer Sr. face turned a deeper shade of crimson.

“You’re nothing but a fucking thug! Fix your god damn pants!”

The girl let out a squeak, adjusting her crop top and trying her hardest to wipe off all the nut that decorated her face and chest. Archer stood slowly, like the world moved for him. His skin was warm brown; he was tall with a careless elegance that made people mistake him for someone well put together. On the inside, Archer was dark.

“Get the fuck out.” Archer said to the Blonde.

He looked at his father and raised his brows. That was a cue for Sr. to continue with all the bullshit that he was getting ready to lay on his first-born son. The same bull shit that he ignored most of the time, because none of it was sincere. Soon as the girl rushed out, Sr. started up.

“You missed the first day, Archer.” Sr barked.

“Do you understand what kind of embarrassment that is? The son of Archer Sr, renowned civil litigation attorney, skipping classes to smoke weed and get his dick wet. Every day, you just throw my hard-earned money into the fire.” Sr. shook his head.

Archer grinned, unbothered by his father’s words. Sr. constantly threw his title around to stroke his own ego. It was super corny to Archer how his father needed everyone around him to make him feel like he was something. He stretched before tugging at his sweatpants.

Sr.’s hands shook; rage and shame flared behind his blue eyes.

“You act like I ever asked to be your legacy. Why you always so uptight, Sr.? Sounds like you need to be the one getting your dick wet.” Archer chuckled.

Sr. advanced and stopped soon as he saw the icy look in Archer’s eyes.

“You think this is a joke? You think I’m paying for your Blake U tuition so you can become some drop out junkie selling pills to kids who still wear retainer wires?”

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