Page 53 of Baby Duke

Shocked, I look over my shoulder and meet his gaze. His lips curl up at the sides.

"My father thinks I am soft," he admits, reaching for my hips and drawing the back of my body against the front of his.

I turn back to face the garden as my breath hitches and my skin tingles. Western Mazzuchelli is anythingbutsoft. His body pressed up against mine is only further proof.

He runs his nose up the length of my neck and I can't help but tilt it to the side to give him better access, a sigh escaping me as his lips press softly beneath my ear.

"What are we doing, West?" I whisper.

The attraction simmering between us is undeniable, the hate burning just as hot as the desire.

"Shh," he whispers, his hands sliding up my body only to hook on the blanket I am wearing. He gives it a tug, and I let it fall, fully aware that I am now fully exposed to anyone who decides to go out for a midnight stroll in the garden. "I know you feel it too. The burn. Theneed. We getit out of our systems. Tonight. In the morning, we go back to hating each other."

I huff out a humorless laugh. Could we really go back? Would fucking once really be enough to suffocate the flames that engulf us?

West's mouth returns to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses and small sucks along the sensitive skin. His hands glide to my breast, my back arches of its own accord as he palms my breasts and tweaks my nipples. A small moan escapes me as he pinches them again.

West curses before forcefully spinning me around to face him. He pushes me back against the glass before lowering his mouth to my tits. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking the sensitive bud. I moan again, using one hand to run through his hair, encouraging him to continue with his ministrations. I push the other between our bodies until I reach the bottom of his shirt. Unceremoniously, I push my hand past the fabric and run my fingers across the hard grooves of his stomach. Fuck, he feels good.

Releasing his hair, I push West back a step and drop to my knees. He places a hand against the window as he stares down at me, pupils dilating. I meet his stare as I deftlyunbuckle his pants and push them down, followed shortly by his boxers.

I relent to the staring contest as I instead meet the stare of his cock as it bobs in my face. I wrap my hand around the base and bring the head to my lips for an open-mouthed kiss.

West hisses at the contact, encouraging a smirk from my lips. I glance back up at him as I open my mouth wide and suck the head into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, massaging that sensitive spot that begs for attention. West's rough groan spurs me on. I take him deep into my throat, pushing past the gag and taking him in whole. I hold him there for a moment before releasing his cock with a pop.

I wrap my hand around the tip and jerk it as I say, "You fucking love that, don't you, Baby Duke? You fucking love me on my knees with your big cock down my throat?"

"Don't fucking start that shit again, Roe," he growls. I smile wickedly as I remember the blue balls I gave him at school the other day.

Lifting his cock, I rub my mouth softly against said balls. "Do you want to cum this time, Baby Duke?"

One second, my tongue is slipping out to taste his nuts; the next, I am flung through the air and dropped onto the bed.

I smirk at West as he stands over me, hastily removing his clothes.

"Now this feels familiar," I say, spreading my legs wide, referring to our earlier escapades. I reach a hand between my legs and circle my clit. West's nostrils flare as he watches the movement intently.

"You going to stand there all night while I get myself off?" I taunt.

West is instantly on me. His lips take mine; brutal, feral, passionate, and domineering all in one. His body collapses onto mine, every beautiful, hard inch of him pressing against my body. Moaning into his mouth, I roll my hips, impatient to have his hard cock filling me up. Seemingly on the same page as me, West lifts his hips and shoves a hand between us. The head of his cock has barely met my slick heat before he is pushing inside of me in one brutal thrust.

Our lips unlock as we both groan in unison. My pussy clenches around the solid length of him, and fuck is it a length; the tip reaching places inside of me I did not even know existed.

West slides out slowly before ramming home in one smooth motion. I gasp, eyes locked on his as he sucks in my breaths like a man starved of air. He moves slowly, leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world. I grow impatient quickly.

"The fuck you doing? Making love to me, Baby Duke?"

West growls, and his pace quickens, just barely, but his thrusts become all the more powerful.

"Shit," I hiss, clutching at his firm shoulders as my every nerve lights up. Something warm and fizzy, like a sparkler on New Year's, sizzles deep in my belly.

West smirks. "You’re going to cum for me again," he says as if it's a given, not a question. Smug fucker.

"Not if you keep opening that fat trap of yours," I growl.

He grins at me wickedly before losing any semblance of self-control and slams into me like a jackhammer. I scream in pleasure, my orgasm shooting down my spine, my pussy convulsing and clasping around Wests’ cock.

"Fuck, yes," he groans, his ruts abruptly stuttering as his own orgasm takes him over. His cock pulses and twitches inside of me as we come down together.

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