Page 4 of Baby Duke

As she closes her mouth around my length, I groan and take her thin, blonde locks into my fist. She is leisurely licking and teasing the tip, but I ain't here for any bullshit. I slam my other hand to the back of her head and pump my hips forward fast.

"Mmhmm, fuck yes," I growl, fucking her face for all its worth.

My balls are tightening, and I am ready to blow when a stall door slams open.

I look up and lock eyes with the most intense and unearthly green eyes I have ever seen. That is all it takes before I am slamming deep into Hollys' throat and releasing my load with a hoarse groan, my limbs trembling. All thewhile, I take in the beauty staring at me as if I am a bug beneath her boot.

Her lips are plump and an alluring, dusky pink that blends into her caramel latte-colored skin, like a perfectly blended painting. Her hair is a wild mane around her face, a wavy, chocolate brown that bleeds into dark honey as it cascades past her perky little tits.

Hot-damn.

Holly huffs and taps my thigh. I do not deign to respond. Keeping my eyes locked on the wildfire in front of me, I slip my cock back into my pants and zip up.

And then she opens her mouth.

"Fucking welcome to Double Bay," she snarls to herself, flipping me off and turning to the sinks.

I cannot wipe the smirk off my face as I exit the bathroom, leaving Holly to continue bruising her knees on the floor as she gapes at my back. But I have already forgotten her.

That chick was a fucking demon disguised as an angel, and I pray to whoever the hell is running this shit show that I see her again.

Chapter Three

Roe

I am sitting on the toilet, just doing what any sane person would do in a public bathroom, when I hear the outer door slam open and a deep voice commanding, "On your knees."

The fuck?!No way is… yup, that is definitely wet, sucking sounds I am hearing.

"Mmhmm, fuck yes," the deep voice groans, harsh, gagging noises replacing the sucking.

In a disgusted frenzy, I am wiping and rising. No fucking way is some old horn dog getting gobbies in a fucking public bathroom right now.

When my clothes are righted, I flush quickly and slam the door open, scowl ready on my face.

And fuck me- he is perfection. Skin a rich honey brown, muscles straining in his tight, white shirt, sharp, thick eyebrows pointing towards an unruly yet neat carpet of deep, brunette locks, luscious lips parted in pleasure, and eyes sparkling a devious blue. I strain to keep my scowl in place as my stupid body fights to push the blonde out of the way so I can drop to my knees myself.

I know the moment he cums, though his eyes remain open and locked on me. He groans, and his muscles lock up. His grip on the blonde tightens a fraction, and his thrusting comes to an abrupt stop.

He stares at me intently, a sly smirk lighting up his face as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind. The blonde darts a quick look back at me with a scowl before turning back and tapping the guy's thigh. If she waits for praise or a return of favor, she will be disappointed. EvenIknow that.

With an internal scolding, I take head of the situation. No way I am coming out of this on the bottom.

I straighten and snarl like the lioness I am, "Fucking welcome to Double Bay."

I turn on my heel and flip the douche my middle finger as an afterthought before heading to the sink.

Through the mirror, I see the gorgeous bastard leave, smirk still firmly in place. Hot damn, can he fill a pair of jeans. I struggle not to laugh when I realize the plastic bimbo is still on her knees. She rises and comes to the basin next to me, face scrunched up in annoyance. She turns on the tap and lets the water run while she reaches into her handbag and pulls out… No! The bitch keeps a mini mouthwash in her bag?

I cannot help the laugh that bursts from my chest. What the fuck kind of whoreville have I moved to?

Blondie's eyes thin in annoyance as she gargles and spits.

"What's your go, slut?" she snarls, which sends me into another round of uncontrollable laughter. Bitch thinksI'mthe slut?

"Shit, darling, I think he forgot to pay you," I laugh.

If looks could kill…

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