Page 51 of Baby Duke

"Don't act like you didn't just soak your panties for me," I smirk, her scent lingering on my nose.

"Like fuck!" she objects.

My grin grows as her cheeks blush prettily.

"Liar."

In an instant, I have moved her legs together so I can grip them in one hand; my other hand finds the edge of her panties, and before she has even taken a sharp, shocked inhale, I have pulled them to the side.

"West! I do not consent!" Roe screams. "You hear that? I do not consent!"

I huff a laugh as I stare at her pretty pink pussy, glistening in her desire. With her legs pushed together, I can't see her sensitive little clit, but fuck do those lips look gorgeous pushed together like that.

I swipe a finger leisurely through her folds, not missing Roe's entire body jolting and her stuttering intake of breath. Leaning forward, I shove my now-wet finger into her mouth. She instantly splutters, using her tongue to try andforce me out but only succeeding in cleaning my finger off more efficiently.

I remove my finger and stick it into my own mouth. Fuck, she tastes even better than she smells.

"Tastes like consent to me," I say.

We lock eyes for a split second before I spread her legs once more and dive in.

Roe

His intention was plain as day as he stared into my very soul, eyes bright with heat and desire. And then he was on me.

His tongue swiped one long and torturous lick from my center to my clit. For a split second, my mind goes completely blank. Then, suddenly, I am overcome with searing heat, impossible pleasure, and an insatiable desire. Fuck, that feels good.

West was right. I could pretend all I wanted that my body did not want this. That I didn't want him. But we were inevitable.

West groans, spreading my legs wider and plunging his tongue back to my hole, and pushing it inside of me.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" I gasped, snagging his hair in my fists again, though this time I was forcing him closer, not away.

I raise my head off the bed to peek down at him. West's eyes rise to meet mine. He sends me a savage smirk before circling his tongue around my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I let my head fall back as I bask in this unfamiliar wave of desire. Sure, I was no virgin, but from my experience, men were not experts in a woman's pleasure. But West, God, did he know what to do with that tongue.

"You think you are winning because you can make my body feel good, but you can't make me cum, Baby Duke," I taunt, my voice breathy and unconvincing even to my own ears. I had no doubt West was fully capable of taking me over the edge, but giving him something to strive for couldn't hurt. "I won't cum for you.”

He chuckles, sucking one outer lip into his mouth. He releases it and moves to the other, showing it the same attention.

"Princess, who said anything about cuming?"

Asshole.

His tongue penetrates my folds again, his movements unrushed. I begin to squirm in impatience. He is taunting me. Licking me torturously slow, his tongue pressing gently against me. I move my hips, trying to force his movements faster, but he just chuckles and pulls his tongue away, kissing me gently where I am craving friction.

Deciding to take things into my own hands, I squeeze his face between my thighs before rolling us in one swift move until West is on his back and I am sitting astride his face. I look down and meet his shocked gaze.

"You forget I am not one of your doting whores, Baby Duke," I say, lowering myself back onto his mouth.

His eyes flash. "Thank fuck for that."

He takes hold of my hips in a firm and almost painful grip. But I am so wrapped up in pleasure that I barely feel it. West opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for me.

I begin to ride his face in earnest, my hips rocking forwards and backward in an erratic beat. Our eyes stay locked together as I use West's face like a scratching pole, relieving the itch with every roll of my hips.

My pleasure begins to crest, and I throw my head back, my spine arching as my movements become stilted, but West is there to see me through. He takes over by rolling my hips and flicks his tongue against my sensitive bud.

With a shrieked curse, I come apart for my Duke. White fireworks flash behind my closed eyes as my thighs shake. My convulsing pussy tightened in erratic jolts.

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