Page 91 of Baby Duke

He reaches forward, his fingers sliding beneath my shirt and lifting it slowly as his hands run up the bare skin of my ribs beneath. I sigh at the feel of his warm touch and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt.

He tosses it aside once it's off and repeats the steps with my track pants, careful to leave my panties in place.

Before I know it, I am in nothing, but my underwear and West is kneeling between my legs.

"Lay back, Princess," he whispers.

I gulp but comply. My head has barely hit the mattress before he lifts my knees and tugs me to the edge of the bed. I gasp at the sudden movement and lift my head to see what West is doing.

He kisses the soul of my foot, my ankle, beneath my knee, and my thigh before retreating and repeating the steps on my other leg. I groan in frustration as his lips leave my thigh for a second time, my pussy warm, wet, and more than ready for his attention.

"Please, West," I plead, throwing my head back to the mattress.

The words have barely left my tongue when his own lands on my panty-clad center. The feel if his warm breath, lips, and tongue against my panties is erotic and strange and not enough.

"West!" I growl, frustrated and needy.

With a curse, West pulls my panties to the side and descends on my clit like a starving man. His tongue swirlsaround the sensitive bud in alternating strokes of soft and hard.

"Fuck!" I gasp. My back arches and I reach for Wests' head, gripping his hair in a relentless grip as I tug him closer, closer, closer. Seemingly understanding what I need, he begins to eat my pussy with uncontained reverence. He licks and kisses and sucks me in the best ways, and before I know it, my body is convulsing, and fireworks are exploding behind my closed eyelids.

He continues to lick me as my orgasm crests and trails away. He gives my clit a final kiss before he stands and removes his shirt.

My mind shutters as suddenly another man is standing over me, naked from the waist up, everything behind him dark and blurred. My heart stutters, my stomach curdles, and I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Princess."

I open my eyes, and West is there again. We are in my room. It is bright, with sunlight streaming through the open blinds.

"With me, Roe," West says almost sternly. "You are with me and only me. Forever. You hear me, Princess?"

I take a shuddering breath and nod. A single tear rolls down my cheek.

West leans forward and swipes the tear up with his thumb before popping it into his mouth.

"I want to hear you say it, Roe," he growls. "Who are you with?”

"You," I whisper. Then, I say it firmer. "You. I'm with you, West. Forever."

West growls and folds his body over mine. His lips collide with mine, and he uses one hand to skate down my stomach and tug at my underwear. I push him off me quickly, and he falls back, confused.

The confusion lasts barely a moment before my hands are at his shorts. I tug roughly, unable to get the right angle to free his cock. Getting the gist of what I want, West jumps to his feet and loses his pants and boxers in one quick sweep. I take a moment to take him in. He stands before me, all tanned, muscular inch of him, his cock bobbing like a beacon; thick, long, and proud.

I raise my hips, still staring at his cock, and start pushing my panties off my hips. West jumps in to help, and before I know it, I am bare, and he is leaning over me again.

West's stare is deep and questioning as he pauses, his cock a warm pillar against my stomach. It twitches.

"I'm with you," I whisper.

That is all the encouragement he needs.

He enters me slowly, deliberately, in one long thrust. I gasp as he bottoms out inside of me, my pussy clenches around him.

He groans as I do. "Fuck, Princess! I love it when your pussy grabs me like that," he croons. "Like it’s welcoming me home."

"Yes!" I gasp.

West pulls out of me and starts thrusting into me again and again; slow and methodical. He glides against my g-spot with precision, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

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