Nate Part 2

I had already been thinking about stopping seeing Fabiana before my dick failed me, because it wasn't fair to give her hope, to keep letting her act like my "exclusive" when I was incapable of liking her. And I wasn't even surprised when Ian came to my office yesterday at work, laughing his ass off as he told me that the entire college was making fun of me as a "half-breed", that is, a wimp. The only thing bigger than Fabi's breasts is her tongue. My friend also said that she's already sitting on everyone on campus. At least she's moving on and has gotten off my back.
The truth is that, since Isabela came back, no woman has been able to satisfy me. She flooded everything inside me with the high tide that is her presence. I feel adrift, lost in the turbulent waters of a complicated, suffocating, very confusing feeling. I want to screw her, destroy her until she lets me free, until she stops crushing my chest with her maddening aura. I open my little metal medicine box, grab a Prozac and pop it in my mouth, forcing it down my throat with the help of a good gulp of water. If I forget to take my antidepressant, I start to get into a rut where I can't even get out of bed, especially now that things have gone wrong with my father and the Revolt.
I put my keys in my pocket, along with my lighter, a marker for graffiti and my phone. I pull my white T-shirt down, in a nervous tic that I usually do before leaving the room.
I check on Pretinha, who looks like a little ball, sleeping carefree on my pillow. I really am a wimp. I am enchanted by the perverse bitch who has addicted my thoughts.
I close the bedroom door slowly, trying not to make any noise and wake the furry queen, so that she doesn't start meowing and won't let me out. Once in the hallway, I put my hand in my pocket and grab the marker. I lean against the wood and relieve some of my thoughts in the scribbles I unload on my brown door. I write the phrase “Kingdom of the Black Girl” over so many other webs of tangled and incomprehensible words, the result of my old graffiti. That’s really what my room has become: the temple of Belladonna.
As soon as I turn around to go to another party organized by Ian, I think I see a figure, a small and quick flash of red hairs turning the hallway. A shade of red so intense, that only one person I know has it. I raise my eyebrows and blink nonstop, in disbelief, with my heart pounding... and my dick, too.
I can’t believe Little Red Riding Hood chose to be devoured!
Smiling and with my whole fucking body awake, I walk slowly to the end of the hallway. It makes an L to the left, with narrow walls and gray bricks. The name of the tower of the male dormitory is Dungeon. I set it up to look like a medieval castle, and there are even some knight's armor scattered throughout the floors. The hallway is dimly lit by torches that look real but are nothing more than electric lamps.
Every time I get closer, waves of adrenaline run through me, awakening my senses, leaving me completely alert. It's like the feeling of hunting, when you're right there, right next to your prey, and all you need to do is aim with precision. One small misstep and it can escape. Miss your aim and it can run.
Shoot too soon and the target will run away before you can reach it.
And I don't want Isabela to escape, do I?
"Are you scared, Little Red Riding Hood?" I tease, while the loudest sound echoing through the room is my sneakers hitting the dark floor. I want her to know she's cornered. After all, unless she has the key to one of the rooms, there's nowhere to run. She's just the doe ready to be slaughtered. — I know you're there...
I can hear her breathing, panting, scared. A trail of sweat starts to run down my back, showing me that Isabela isn't the only nervous person around here. When I finally turn into the hallway, I only have a second to react when the sweet smell almost disarms me completely, but I manage to do so as soon as I grab her by the wrists and spin her around, before she can effectively finish the blow she intended: the precise knee that would land on my cock.
" Hi, my Little Sun! — I kiss her neck as I say, getting even more excited by her heavy breathing. She's stiff, and judging by the force she uses to free her wrists, I know she's really pissed. — Did you come to try to break into my room?
" Hi, piece of shit! — she greets, groaning from the force she continues to use to free herself, with the fabric of her short denim skirt rubbing against my pants. — I came to get my babe! You've spent too much time with her! I smile, crossing her arms over her breasts, pulling her even closer to me. Her heart is beating wildly. Her skin is soft, and, fuck, I look like a damn animal in heat, but my whole body screams with reason. My balls seem to have more neurons than my brain, because the whole target of my I'm horny, right here, in front of me.
I rub my nose against her hair, being attacked by her perfect fragrance. I bend my knees and rest my cock against her ass, feeling the head of it throb. I tighten my hands on her arms, increasing my control over her body, leaving clear signs of how she's messing with me.
"I told you not to come here if you didn't want to be fucked, Isabela!" I remind her, as I push her towards the Romanesque-style window at the end of the hallway.
Isa tries to plant her feet on the floor, grunting, but she doesn't even have the size to measure strength with me. The tip of her head hits my chest. And when I turn her to face me, she seems confused, because I'm pressing my body against hers. My hands become disobedient, come to life and stick themselves in the tempting ass she has, under her skirt, with the soft flesh being an invitation for my squeezes. Fuck, how I wish I could bury myself in that ass! I stick my index finger in the crease of her tiny panties, which are swallowed right in the middle of the folds.
"Get out of here, you scoundrel!" she orders, but instead of trying to push me away, she squeezes my chest, and even her voice is hoarse and low.
I take the opportunity to let go of one side of her ass, just to guide her small, warm hand to my cock. Isabela's eyes widen, guiding them to mine, pressing her lips tightly, while I press her hand over the bulge that shows in my jeans.