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He takes his time shutting the engine off. His head is bent, and I’m dying to know what thoughts are running through his mind. Sometimes, when I watch him, it’s as if he’s at war with himself; fighting some battle only he knows about.

My head falls; it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what’s wrong, when he jumps off the bike like it’s on fire.

He grabs my chin, the glint in his eyes a warning; he doesn’t play games. His mouth is on mine before I can even part my lips.

Picking me up off the bike, he hooks my legs around his waist backing me up against the garage.

His tongue is wild and rough.

He kisses like a man.

Neither of us speaks with words—we just use our hands, lips, and tongues.

The metal of his belt buckle digs into my tummy as if trying to brand my soft flesh.

It hurts. I unfasten it, unzip his fly—darting my hand inside to feel his hard length.

I don’t have much experience, but I realize I’ve made a mistake. He’s not some Bradbury boy—Duke Masters is one hell of a man, and I’m in over my head. I pull back, and unwrap my hand from the thick monster in his pants.

“What’s wrong cherry? Can’t handle a man like me?” He chuckles softly.

My back is up—I don’t like to be challenged or embarrassed. I push him off, “My father’s inside. I’d never disrespect him by bringing a man home from the bar and my name’s not cherry.”

“I know sugar. But you’re as wet and ripe as a cherry freshly plucked off a tree on an early summer morning, and I’ll bet... you taste just as sweet. Who said anything about the house? I’m gonna fuck you right here—pull you to the ground and let you feel the dew from the grass on your skin. You’re gonna look at the stars overhead as I thrust in and out—sucking on those sweet ass tits while my dick revels in the feel of you helping him glide to heaven.”

My hand cracks him right across the cheek.

I’m livid.

I’m livid because I want it.

I want to let him do it—take me like a bad girl right in my father’s front yard and let him fuck me into the breaking dawn.

It would be one hell of a way to lose my virginity.

Forget about Spence and an expensive hotel, all I need is Duke, right here and right now.

I coat my panties seeing it all: Everything he said to me in my mind and for a second—I imagine letting it happen. But I’ll never let him see how much I want him to do it. I’m intimidated by his sheer masculinity and the enigma of who he is behind his hot, dark eyes.

“You're gonna pay for that Shanna.”

He grabs the front of my tank, ripping it apart in his bare hands. He reaches around my back, ripping my bra off too. His large palms grab each breast, feeling the weight of them in his palms. As Duke’s callused hands touch me, the need to fight mixes with my desire to just get fucked by a man already—a real man like him.

I’m going to push him to his limit.

I know Duke has too much respect for my father to actually take me here in the front yard but it will be fun to see how far he takes this.

His tongue flicks across my tits, “Just like a cube of sugar, cherry. I’ve watched these tits flounce around as you tended bar these past few weeks. You’re a goddamn tease and I’m putting a stop to that shit right now.” His muscular thighs feel like steel as they press into me. He sucks on my nipples, flicking them with his tongue while telling me how he stroked himself under the bar, watching me these past few weeks.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful cherry. Did you know I dream of you? I wake up so hard—the only way I can fall back asleep is by stroking myself, thinking of doing this with you.”

He unbuttons my shorts, just enough to slip a few fingers in and I ride them without shame. “Ummm, tastes good cherry,” he says pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth. Then he’s back on me, kissing me wildly, while his thumb slides down my folds, finding my clit. He circles me, teases me—finger fucks me while playing with my breasts.

“You’re fucking tight,” he rasps. I’m lost in the sensations of his touch, feeling my thighs clench—I’m about to come.

“Don’t stop,” I moan as he pumps his fingers in and out, swirling my clit before diving back in.

“Good night, cherry.”

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