Page 91 of Duke

“I’LL BE BACK.”

Meat grunts and takes a swig of his beer, waving us away.

Using my broad shoulders move through the crowd of happy drunks dancing on the floor, I lead Shanna through. I know what my bad girl has in mind. While she was watching Tina and that dude—I was watching her.

Elbowing my way through the rest of the crowd, I stop outside the wooden door of the supply closet, smirking at the waitress necking with the meathead who was standing beside me earlier. He has her hauled up in the dimly lit haul; his face is buried in her chest.

That is gonna be me and my girl in two seconds.

Taking the key from the back pocket of her shorts, I hastily open the door. My finger flips the light switch off, leaving us in shadow cast from the nightlight she plugged in by the desk in case power ever went out when she was inside. There’s no windows just four rough walls to fuck my woman in without anyone hearing her scream.

The sound of my fly unzipping, is surprisingly loud in the dark. Through the walls the bass guitar and drums beat through, vibrating. Carefully, I take my coat off laying it on a shelf. My wife-beater comes off next.

The air cracks between us.

We’ve both been denying ourselves the dirty fuck we need with her father sleeping below us.

I’ve loved her long and slow deep into the night, but now we need to get back to basics. A nice, hard reminder she’s mine.

Slowly I stalk her. I’m a panther; she’s my prey.

“You’ve been a bad girl Shanna.”

“So, punish me.” She taunts.

“Oh, I intend to sugar.”

Muffled voices come from the other side of the door, moving away from them I draw closer to my angel in the dark.

“You ready for me baby?”

She answers by turning around and placing her hands on the wall. Feet planted wide, ass sticking out, she invites me.

I stop short, admiring her full, round cheeks. I shake my head, “Cherry. You’re wearing a cherry red thong?” My fingers trace the thin strap of fabric between her ass cheeks appreciatively. I let my index finger slip in, lightly edging between.

She shivers.

My palms cup her fully as I knead and massage her.

My dick pulses, leaking with the seed of life.

I move closer, pressing myself against her back, take her double D’s in the palm of my hands, cupping them firmly, stroking the pad of my thumb across her nipples.

She gyrates against me to the rhythm of the music beating outside. Grinding my hips against her, I push her hair to the side and kiss my way down her neck. She sighs, leaning all her weight back.

Just as she relaxes, I make my move pushing her forward and ripping the skimpy lace fabric right off her and holding it to my nose. My nostrils flare, catching the scent of my woman, I lower the silky fabric to my cock pumping into it a few times.

“Holy shit. That’s hot.”

She’s watching me pleasure myself. Face in shadows, her hands lower on mine. My hips pump a few more times before easing up, letting her take over.

She unwraps the silk from my cock gently brushing it against me then sliding it up and down my length.

The muscles in my thighs contract, my balls are full and aching. She stripped down to her thong before I ripped it the fuck off her, leaving her only in wedged heels. She turns around, gripping the wall, ass jutting out, head low, she waits for my sweet invasion.

In a move that makes her gasp, I haul her around by the waist, surging in deep while pushing her back against the wall. Her legs wrap me by the waist. My palms hold her ass as my dick goes long and deep, in and out. Her heels dig into my clenched ass, urging me to ride her harder.

I oblige.

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