Page 69 of Duke

Kicking in the door to the last bedroom, I haul her in and turn the lock.

“You down sugar? You can say no or leave at any time.”

She laughs, “Hell no. I’ve waited my whole life to fuck a man like you.”

“Well let’s get started then.”

I shrug off my coat and unbuckle my belt; she reaches out and pushes my jeans to the floor then pushes me back on the bed. She takes control, undressing herself and then slithers down on me.

My eyes close as the silky strands of her hair trail down my chest. Her hot breath blows on my skin. My fists grab the sheets as she peels back my briefs.

“You’re a real Anaconda,” she moans as her lips rim around my head before closing on as much of my dick as she can take in.

“Well, tonight. He’s all yours sugar. Show me what you can do.”

She does.

She’s a fucking pro. My mind goes quiet. Images of sucking on Shanna’s full tits fill my head. It’s her I smell and see as this chick’s tongue works me. My balls draw up tight. Her tongue strokes me faster and faster, the suction she creates gets stronger.

“Fuck!” I roar, seeing another woman’s face, feeling another woman’s body. I try to push her away, but it’s too late.

My release jerks out of me in spurts. The last image in my head was of Shanna bent over while I rubbed my dick through her soaking folds and she panted that she was a virgin right as the tip of my dick was nudging her entrance, trying to find its way home.

I’m going to hell for sure now. I’m a sick fuck for even having those kind of thoughts about her. Despite the pit I’ve had in my gut ever since Will found Layla’s journals—my heart tells me that it’s just not true.

That girl always spit fire at me. She ignited my blood like no other. We were either on or off. But fuck, I might go to hell for seeing her face as I blow my load, but I’m probably going there anyway. This back-room blowjob isn’t doing it for me.

She leans back and swallows with show, while her hands circle her own breasts.

“My turn.”

She jerks her panties aside and tries to ride my face.

“I need a minute.” I grind out, trying to get away. It’s damn selfish but the thought of touching another woman but my sweet cherry, makes me feel sick.

It can’t be true.

But I read the words with my own eyes. Reading Layla’s journals was a friggin’ head-trip.

That bitch was whack.

When I saw the picture of Layla at the funeral—I instantly remembered her. She was the last person in Springdale I spoke to that night, so many years ago. I placed the cash in her palm that she needed to leave. Did I play a part in helping her desert her baby girl?

The devil in me could care less that she got hit in the crossfire of the club. If my need for her could move mountains and change the past I would do anything; anything I could to ensure a future with my sweet Shanna.

My blood boils imagining that kid touching her; comforting her. It reminds me she’s had no trouble touching that frat boy’s dick.

Flipping this chick over so fast she yelps in surprise, I take a thick finger and run it through her wet pussy. “Yeah, baby. You’re soaked darlin’. Hold on; I’m gonna make you come so good sugar.” My mustache tickles her ear as I whisper dirty fuckin’ things to her as my fingers find a rhythm, pinching her clit; then massaging the pain away before ramming up in her channel. She’s a dirty one. Easy to please. My other hand rubs her ass before spanking it, and then I finger her ass like a plug and take her clit with my other hand again.

“Duke! Fuck!” She calls out, as my hands work faster, longer, harder on her.

She moans into the sheets; I feel her tighten and come before sagging beneath me in relief. With one final spank, I leave the bed, find my clothes and slam the door to the adjoining bathroom.

“My name’s Fiona. Just in case you wanted to know who just made you come!”

I run the taps hot, washing the smell of a cheap fuck off of me. But damn, if Meat wasn’t right about one thing: This chick took the motherfucking edge off.

Fiona’s still on the bed. I took my time, hoping she’d leave. She crooks a finger at me while kicking her legs in the air and spreading them into a full V. She works herself while watching me with eyes full of lust.

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