Page 59 of Baby Duke

Chuckling softly, West brings a corner of the towel up to my pussy and wipes it clean.

Belatedly, I realize I can hear masculine chatter outside, and I quickly pull my skirt down when I see a group of old men standing around hole number nine. Their backs are stiff as they decidedly keep their eyes firmly averted from our general direction.

"Oh my god!" I whisper, ducking my head in utter humiliation.

West chuckles, leaning back in his seat, half-flaccid cock still out and proud.

"How long have they been there?" I gasp, peeking out between my fingers as my hands cover my burning cheeks.

"At least five minutes by my count, not that Iwascounting, mind you," West smirks. "None of them will be scoring a hole-in-one, that is for sure. Unless you count me, of course." West winks.

I smack his chest. "You are such a fucking dick, West!" I go to pull on my underwear, but West snatches them up before I can put a foot through. I glare at him as he takes a deep inhale before stuffing them into his pocket.

"I want to see my cum dripping from that pussy all fucking day, Princess."

I am ready to cock punch the fucker, but he plants his foot down as suddenly as he had earlier, and I am flung against the door as he does a screeching U-turn, rubber burning as the tires struggle for a grip on the asphalt.

Finishing our loop, West slams his hand on the horn a couple of times, smirking as the old fellas stare agape at our retreat.

Fuck my life.

We are almost ten minutes late by the time West pulls into the school parking lot. I rush along in front of him, adjusting my skirt at least a dozen times, extremely conscious of the cool breeze nipping at my lady bits. West laughs as I do this for the dozenth time.

We stand outside of Mr. Foster's class, I run my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles that were notthere before our hasty rut. I curse as I find a wet spot on my left tit where West must have sucked on my nipple over top of my uniform. Glaring at West, I comb my fingers through my hair for the final time.

"Well?" I ask, arms out. "How do I look?"

West grins like a mother fucking Cheshire cat before he slams the classroom door open. Mr. Foster stops his lessons immediately, his irritation rapidly replaced by something I can't quite place when he takes me in.

"I'd say you look thoroughly fucked, Princess," West says loudly. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Foster?"

Fucking fantastic.

The class breaks into whispers and hoots, the girls scowling and fake coughing "whore" while the guys congratulate West on getting his dick wet.

I throw my head back and roll my eyes before stomping to the back of the class where, unfortunately, I share a table with West.

"All right, all right," Mr. Foster hollers as I take my seat. West is leisurely making his way to his seat, a crooked grin planted firmly on his stupidly handsome face.

Mr. Foster continues from where he had left off, but I am unable to concentrate as my inner thighs steadily get wetter and wetter, Wests jizz oozing out of me ever so slowly. Icannot help but squirm in my seat at the uncomfortable feeling.

I freeze as West's breath tickles my neck. "I can smell my cum, Princess," he whispers. "I want everyone to be able to smell it.Meon you. Between those silky thighs. You aremine, Roe. Now everyone will know it."

I mutter in irritation as he relaxes back into his seat, legs spread wide like a damn king on his throne.

When the bell finally rings, there is a firm wet patch on the seat of my skirt. I keep my head raised as I head directly to the bathroom to put on some damn underwear, thank fuck it's sports day. Too bad I will have to wear sweaty underwear home, but right now, I couldn’t care less.

As I reach the doorway to the classroom, a burst of masculine hollers sounds from the back of the classroom. I pause and turn to see what West has done this time. My cheeks burn as I spy my lacey black underwear twirling around his pointer finger. As I glare, he brings it to his nose and has a good, loud sniff.

I storm out, the round of applause of horny teenage boys following my exit.

When lunch arrives, I walk to our usual table with an entire pizza box in my hand, and fuck yes; I plan to mood-eat the entire thing.

"Fuck, I can smell her sweet cunt from here," some douche says from the table next to me. I spin to confront him, half a second from tearing him a new asshole, when suddenly his nose explodes into a fountain of blood.

West uses his crimson-splattered fist to hurl the guy up by the neck. I blink in surprise at his strength as he lifts this slim but athletically built guy with just one hand, his tippy toes scrabbling at the ground.

"The fuck did you just say about my girl?" West yells. The entire cafeteria is silent and tuned in to their Duke.

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