Page 61 of Duke

Can I trust myself?

How do I know my feelings are love instead of lust? Love shouldn’t hurt like this. He’s not even here when I need him and I don’t even know when he’s coming back.

I’m hurting, and I need my man. But maybe he’s not my man after all.

My hand slaps the tiled wall. I’ve never been a weak woman, enslaved by lust. So, captivated by a man—I lost focus on everything else.

Fuck that.

My resolve builds. The hard-shell that’s protected my heart for so long comes back.

If Duke wants me—he’s going to have to prove it. Words of want and touches that burn aren’t going to be enough. I want a partner, one who confides in me and one I can turn to when I need support.

If he can’t do that—I’m going to stick with my original plan to leave for LA when I graduate being responsible for making my dreams come true.

“Shanna?”

A soft knock at the door interrupts my hair brushing. I’ve gone numb. I’m cold, my emotions frozen.

Spence tucks his head through the door. My eyes focus on his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard. I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed in nothing but a short silk robe. It barely covers my ass and does a horrible job keeping my boobs from spilling over.

I called Duke one last time. He answered but gave me short, clipped responses. I heard a woman call his name softly. Even through the phone, the worship in her voice was unmistakable. He called her Carmen. Softly, as if she’s some delicate rose. He put the phone down to see what she wanted while I sat here in tears needing him.

But he decided to give her his attention instead. Big mistake.

“Come in.” I pat my bed. He sits feeling awkward.

I turn hugging him, needing to feel a man’s strong arms around me. I pull back, bite my lip and lower my lips to his. He moans, clutching my head as I open my mouth over his. I’m the aggressor forcing his tongue to play with mine. I’m the one who takes his hand placing the palm on my breasts.

“Shanna, no. Not like this,” he groans pulling back.

“Exactly like this, Spence. I’m hurting so bad. I need you to make me feel good. Take my pain away.”

“What about that other guy? I won’t be a placeholder.”

“You’re not. You’re the main dish.” I move to straddle him and groan feeling his erection pressing through his jeans.

“I don’t think is a good idea.”

“It’s the best idea. Please, Spence. I need this, I really do. Words of comfort can’t reach me. But you can.” I stall feeling frustrated. I just want to feel good. Duke awakened the sensual goddess inside me. I’m young, fertile and a virgin. Horny as fuck and need to make up for lost time.

“No. You’re going to hate me later.”

“I won’t. I swear it.”

“Fine. But this will only be about you.”

He flips me over onto my back crawling between my thighs. His hands untie my robe, and he whistles through his teeth at me spread out before him. His finger runs down between my breasts down my stomach and into my dark curls. I throw my head back moaning as his finger finds me wet and swollen.

He rubs my clit, then brings his head down to taste me. He fucks me with his tongue and mouth, but it’s not enough.

He rolls me over, spooning me burying one hand in my pussy. He finger-fucks me deeply while sucking on the back of my neck. “Spence!” I cry convulsing on his hand. As my heart still races, he climbs on top of me and suckles my full breasts, one by one, while his fingers stroke my clit that still sings for him.

My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer to my core. But he stops and stands up to shuck his jeans. Leaving only his boxer briefs on, he swings back between my thighs and dry-fucks me so hard, I come again, as each thrust of his hard tip hits my swollen clit.

He groans, blowing his load in his briefs.

“Fuck that was hot.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and bends his head to pull a nipple in his mouth one last time before getting up to clean himself up in my bathroom.

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