Page 30 of Duke

“Ah,” I rasp feeling the sharp sting of another smack across my cheeks.

He lifts me up and then sets me down on the soft carpet runner, jerking my panties aside. His tongue sweeps into my folds; I try squeezing my thighs together, hiding myself from his touch.

But he won’t be denied.

His mouth finds my clit. I’m a goner.

I open my eyes and it’s just like the vision I had when he had me up on the bar.

He’s kneeling between my thighs and his beard sends even more tingles to my core as it brushes the soft skin as his tongue and mouth teases my clit.

I’ve never had a man do this to me. I feel shy spread out before him.

“So fuckin' sweet cherry. Just like I knew you would be.”

I feel it building. I cry out, moaning his name. My fingers dig into his silky hair and like a wanton; I press his head harder against me. He laughs and the rumble of his breath on my clit has me seeing the stars… I’m almost there.

But he lifts off me and roughly spins me over to smack me again.

I hear his heavy belt buckle hit the floor and he lifts my hips up so I’m spread out on all fours. His hands reach around to cup my full breasts and I feel his weight on my back as he croons in my ear. “Take your punishment like a good girl. I’ll let you come… when I think you deserve to. Whose woman are you Shanna?”

I bite my lip stubbornly, refusing to answer.

“You wanna play it like this?” He hisses into my ear, “Fine.”

One rough, callused hand moves down from a breast and finds my pussy soaked—on fire for his touch. I’m engorged …my clit’s swollen. The orgasm Spence gave me earlier was a prelude; I need a deep fucking to reach what I need. I need the kind of orgasm only hitting the G-spot can give.

I push my hips back into his hand. He growls positioning his thick tip at my entrance.

“I’m hanging by a fucking thread here cherry. Tell me what I need to hear.”

“No, never!” I cry desperately.

I can’t give this to him.

It’s my last holdout.

He has complete control of my body; I feel like if I give him the satisfaction of knowing—I lose my last defense.

He sighs in frustration, his face falling to the back of my neck.

“I don’t want to hurt you, cherry, but my patience is gone. I’m going to claim you as my woman, and it’ll be easier for you just to accept it.”

He rubs the tip of his shaft back and forth against my opening. And it dawns on me that I feel the bare tease of his hard tip.

He’s serious.

He’s not wearing a rubber and wants to ride me bare. As he rears back, I know I’ll feel the sweet plunge of his pulsing cock in three seconds, unless I say the only three words that might stop him.

“I’m a virgin,” I croak.

It’s the only thing left I have to fight him with. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more. But I don’t want to lose my virginity in the supply closet of my bar, on all fours because Duke wants to stake a claim.

He stills; unsure if I’m telling the truth. He pulls back resting his entire cock on my butt cheeks. I feel all ten plus inches of him pulsating against my soft skin that still stings from his slap. God help me—I almost tell him to stuff it in me anyway when I feel the first drop of his pre-cum fall and leak down my ass crack.

“You lyin’cherry?”

“N-no. I swear.”

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