Page 58 of Baby Duke

I rise too. "I'll take you home."

"Really, there's no need-"

"For once, could you not just do what you are told?" I cut in, exasperated.

I prepare for a typical Roe backlashing but am taken aback when I glance back at her and see her smiling. And, fucking hell, is not it the most beautiful thing.

Chapter Nineteen

Roe

The car shopping trip turned out to be fruitless. Katie and I managed to disagree on literally every single car. Not wanting to fracture our timid and new relationship, we called it a day after the fifth dealership proved to be just as frustrating an experience as the others had. Katie's idea of my first car was a snug and safe Mitsubishi. I, however, spied the sleek Porsche Panamera and Jaguars. Hell, even a radiant, red jeep wrangler had caught my eye, but hell-to-the-no was Katie going to let thatthinganywhere near her home.

I was bummed, of course, that my car situation was yet to be resolved, but Trent and Felix were more than happy to play taxi for another week.

It is Monday morning, and the honk of a car horn alerts me to Trent's arrival.

"Coming!" I call, stupidly. He was most definitely not going to hear that. I wrestle on my remaining shoe, grab my bag, and scoot down the stairs.

The car honks again as I reach the final step, and I wonder what has gotten into his ass this morning.

I push the door open and freeze.

"Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day," West growls from his Mustang.

I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes. I should have known.

Trent's car is parked just ahead of Wests. He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, and I wave him off. He nods and puts his car into drive.

Turning back to West, I round the car and slide into the passenger seat.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I ask him, raising a brow.

West smirks before putting his foot down. My body slams back into the seat, and, with a curse, I buckle myself in.

"West!" I shriek. "Slow the fuck down, I am too young and pretty to die!"

West laughs out loud. "We will be late for school if I don't floor it."

Glancing at the time on his dashboard, I confirm my phone is, in fact, set to the same time.

"We have twenty minutes until classes start," I state, holding on for dear life as West swings to the right, takingus onto the golf club's long ass drive.Where the fuck is he going?

"Exactly," West smirks, pulling to the side of the road, a flag pronouncing hole number nine waving at us not twenty meters away. "That's barely enough time for you to ride my cock like the fucking slut you are."

My pussy instantly throbs, and my belly heats. I mean, the degradation I could do without, but the opportunity to fuck West to oblivion again?

We stare each other down for barely a second before we are both cursing, West unbuckling mine and then his own seatbelts while I drag my knickers to the floor. In seconds I am sinking onto his cock in one slick move, my pussy soaked like a fucking dam. We groan in unison as West's cock becomes fully sheathed inside of me. Then I am moving, my hips circling and thighs rising up and down in heated desperation.

"Fuck yes, ride my cock, Princess," West groans, slapping my ass cheek. "Twerk on my dick, baby."

I explode into nothing and everything, stars obliterating my sight as my body shakes in pleasure. West grabs my hips in a punishing grip and thrusts up into me, once, twice, before he is shuddering with my name on his tongue, cock twitching inside of me.

I collapse against West, our chests heaving as we come down together.

West reaches behind him and pulls a towel from the backseat, which he chucks onto the passenger side.

Limbless, like a ragdoll, I heave myself off him and back into my own seat, where I collapse, spread-eagled, and skirt still up around my waist.

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