Page 60 of Baby Duke

The guy gurgles desperately, his face turning redder by the second. West throws him to the ground and steps onto the table, kicking food and drink all over the douche and his mates.

"Roe Nixon ismine," he says, all authority, his eyes tracking the entire cafeteria before falling to me. Fuck, why am I turned on right now? "Anyone says anything about her, you deal with me. Anyonetouchesher, fuck, you better run because you don't want to know what I will do to you. Anyone so much as looks at Roe funny risks the wrath of the Dukes. Am I making myself fucking clear?" he yells.

Subdued 'yes's echo through the hall, everyone's eyes downcast, except for Law, Brett, and East. In fact, East looks fucking furious as she loops an arm through mine.

"What the shit is my brother up to?" she hisses in my ear.

"Not a fucking clue," I whisper back.

West jumps off the table after giving the food and drinks a few more kicks. He struts towards me, eyes like fire. He looks like a damn fucking king, his generals closing in on each side.

No… not a king, I realize.

A Duke.

West stops in front of me. "Come. You sit with us now," he says before walking past me and taking his place at his table.

Law gives me a grin as he saunters past, patting me on the back. Even Brett's lips twitch as he follows.

"You think I should bother putting up a fight?" I lean into East.

She snorts.

"Right, that would be a no," I answer myself.

We turn as one and follow the guys. Spying Felix, I gesture for him to follow. He hesitates but quickly shrugs off his reservations. East, not having as much luck with Trent, releases her hold on me and grabs him instead. They have a whispered argument as we march to the table where Law is talking up a storm, mouth full, Brett is noddingalong as he plows through his burger, and West is staring at us. No, not us, his sister.

"The fuck you think you are going, Trent?" West growls as we reach the table.

Trent visibly shrinks, but I am quick to defend him. "He sits where I sit," I say firmly, head high. "Seeing as my place has been decided to be by your side, you will have to deal with the baggage that comes with me."

"More like the trash," Brett's timber voice harrumphs. I glare at him, expecting to find him glaring at the former Duke also, but instead, I find his anger directed at a nervous but determined Felix. My eyes narrow as I realize Brett is once again targeting Fee.

Turning back to West, I wait for his judgment. The seconds tick by almost agonizingly as his narrowed gaze flicks from Trent and East to me. Finally, he relents, nodding for everyone to take a seat.

I go to take the spot by West, but he is quick to wrap his hand around my upper arm. I look at him, confused, until he taps the table in front of him.

I roll my eyes, surprised he hasn't demanded I sit on his lap.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drape across your lap, Baby Duke?" I say as much, sassily, before climbing ontothe table and setting my pizza beside me, which I am still eager to demolish, by the way.

West's lips tip up into an almost alarming look of mischievousness. He places a hand on each of my knees and spreads me open. Belatedly, I realize the seat he has chosen has my back to the cafeteria.

"Shows not over, Princess," he smirks.

Before I can process this, my underwear is pulled to the side, and his head is between my thighs.

"Fuck!" I squeal, trying and failing to hold in the gasp of pleasure that assaults me at the feel of his tongue stroking wetly against my clit.

"West!" East hisses, which he ignores as he munches on my minge. "Roe!" My head rolls lazily to look at her, cheeks pink and mouth agape. Trent is similarly compromised. Felix, however, has his eyes glued to wear West's head disappears into my skirts, head tilted as he unabashedly observes us. He raises a slice of pizza to his mouth and chews slowly.

"Why is this so hot?" he asks himself. "I don't even like pussy."

I can't help but giggle at his antics, which ends in a moan as West's tongue delves into my center, his entire mouth working my sex.

"Pleasure is pleasure," a gruff Brett says, and I swing my eyes his way. He is watching Felix with something akin to hunger, and like a freight train, I am suddenly hit with a revelation. One I will most definitely return to later, after West finishes owning my pussy in front of the entire fucking school.

My cheeks want to blush as I remember the hundreds of eyes glued to the live porno not one of them had signed up for. Though, as my gaze slides to Law, I realize he most definitely has. Subscribed and all, from the cheeky grin on his face.

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