Page 86 of Duke

“You need a refill?” She asks bending across the bar to kiss me on the lips.

“Only of you, sugar.” I pull her head closer so that I can slip my tongue past her lips.

“Get back to work. I need a beer!” Meat jokes coming in and taking the seat next to mine.

Shanna winks; my eyes are glued to the sway of her hips as she pours a pint for my old friend. Meat pulls me into a conversation about club business, and when I look up, my girl’s gone. Furrowing my brow, I scan through the crowded room, not seeing her anywhere.

“I’ll be right back.”

Meat grunts, taking a sip of his beer.

Shouldering my way through the crowd, on the hunt for her, my phone vibrates from the back pocket of my pants. It’s a text from her. No word, just a photo of her biting her lip, with one hand splayed on her naked breasts. Behind her, I can make out shelves of hard liquor.

I know where she is.

Damn, she’s my dirty, bad girl. I’ll never get enough.

I tap three times on the door to the supply room. As soon as she opens it a crack, I place the tip of my boot in the door, pushing my way in.

I turn, bolting the lock and shutting off the light.

The sound of my fly unzipping sends a statement that I mean business. On the other side of the door, the guitar and drums still beat. The walls shake with the bass. I’m gonna fuck her to the rhythm.

“You’re a bad girl, cherry,” I whisper in the dark.

“I know.”

“You ready for my big cock baby?”

I know she is. I feel her in the dark. She’s bent over an empty keg. Her heels must still be on, cause her ass is five inches higher than usual.

Slapping her ass, I come over her, my breath in her ear, “I’m gonna do everything you stopped me from doing last time we were in here.” She pushes her ass back, thinking I’m just gonna take what she’s offering. I turn her around and dump her in the small office chair in the corner.

Kneeling down on the rug, I spread her legs and dive between. My tongue’s vicious. Hungry. Greedy. Her hands clutch me. I turn my head from side to side, letting my beard tickle her thighs.

Finding her tiny bud, I draw it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it. Her hips push forward, gyrating against me. She needs more—she needs me. She tries to grab me up, but I take her hands, raising them high, holding them with one hand.

She will surrender and give me what I want.

I alternate curling a few fingers up in her and flicking my tongue over her.

“Duke!” She screams, convulsing. Without giving her time to think, I spring up and grab her by the ass, hoisting her up against the rough wood wall.

I’m in her in one thrust, impaling myself to the hilt. I don’t waste any time finding the beat of the music blaring from the other side. Her legs hook around my back. Face buried in her neck, hands clutching her thick ass, hips bucking hard, I ride her roughly in the dark.

Our hearts beat as fast as the drums, groans and sighs filling the air. We both fight to finish what started that night long ago.

I toss and turn, punching the pillow. I wish I could control time and press the fast forward button until the day comes when my girl spends every night next to me. My eyes flick to the ceiling fan whirring above my bed. The only thing that’s helped me fall asleep lately, is to stare at it circling until my eyes close.

Twenty-minutes later, my eyelids drop, but the buzzing of my phone perks me up.

“Shanna?” My heart races as I read the digital clock by my bed, it’s two AM. Her final exams are in a few weeks, she should be fast asleep getting ready to drive to Bradbury in a few hours.

“D-Duke? I need you to come to Springdale as fast as you can.”

“What’s wrong baby girl. Someone hurt you?” I snarl flinging the covers off, finding my jeans on the floor.

“No. It’s Pops. He’s real bad. Had a stroke. He was home alone all day. I-I wasn’t there. I was studying at the library. Hell, I wasn’t even going to go over tonight, but I had to drive by to get to your house. The lights were all off. I found him on the kitchen floor, unconscious.”

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