Page 69 of Baby Duke

"Fuck, that was the most torturous forty-five minutes of my life," I groan as West spins me around to face the mirror. I stare at our reflections, our lips swollen and eyes dark and filled with lust.

"Is that right, Princess?" West asks, slapping his hand between my legs and rubbing me through my jean shorts. I groan and roll my hips, craving the friction. "I knew you couldn't resist me forever."

"Shut up and fuck me!" I growl.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He reaches to unzip me, but I smack his hands away and do it myself so he can pull his own pants down. His cock smacks against my bare ass cheek a moment later, and my jaw slackens in anticipation.

"You want it, Princess?" West croons, rubbing the tip through my soaking folds.

"West, I amsonot in the mood for games right now."

With a chuckle, he lines himself up and slams home.

"Shit, yes!" I moan, his cock filling me up in the most fulfilling way. "Fuck me good, Baby Duke."

With a grunt, West pulls out, only to thrust in hard and fast, again and again. I watch his face in the mirror, loving the way his eyebrows pinch and his thick lips drop open in his pleasure. He watches my face in turn, and it isn't long before my eyes roll back and my pussy convulses.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum on my cock."

West fucks me through my orgasm before giving in to the timeless bliss of his own. I collapse against the sink as West grabs some toilet paper and gently wipes between my folds. I jump as he swipes at my overly sensitive clit, and he smirks.

He helps me pull my shorts and panties back up while I smooth my hair.

"How do I look?" I ask, my lips kicking up as I recall asking him those exact words not too long ago.

West grins back, obviously recalling it too. "Thoroughly fucked, Princess. You are positively glowing."

I push up onto my tiptoes and press a quick peck to his lips. We both freeze for a moment at how utterly domestic the act was but also so normal. Comfortable. Was this it,then? Were we going to do the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing?

West, seemingly reading my mind, leans down and presses his lips to my brow before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the restrooms and toward our table.

I stumble as I realize we have a straggler sitting awkwardly next to East. And it's not Trent.

It’s Mr. Foster.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Roe

"Which one of you teacher's pets invited this fuck-" West winces, "I mean…Mr. Foster, to sit with us?"

Mr. Foster glares back at West. The hate is mutual, apparently.

"That would be your sister, Mr. Mazzuchelli," Mr. Foster says casually. East's cheeks burn red but she keeps her chin raised defiantly, seemingly happy with her decision still. "Roe, lovely to see you."

I smile hesitantly. How the fuck are you supposed to react to seeing a teacher in public again?

"Likewise, Sir," I respond, going for short, neat and casual.

Mr. Foster's eyes laser focus on me as his title passes my lips. His eyes flash with an emotion I can't place before his indifferent mask is back in place.

West and I take our seats, with me somehow being wedged between West and Mr. Foster. The testosterone oozing from each tense body has me pinning my arms to my sides in an attempt to make myself smaller.

West places a warm hand on my thigh, and I relax slightly, leaning my body towards him.

"What brings you to the city this fine Saturday afternoon, Foster?" Law asks casually, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head.

I turn to hear his response and am surprised to find a blush coating the handsome, older man's chiseled cheeks.

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