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Duke's fingers found the apex of her thighs again, pinching her clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his impossibly fast thrusts. Scarlett couldn't wait any longer, needing her release, swaying with Duke into an obscenely blissful state of mind. She felt the tips of her fingers tingle, her toes clenching in her shoes, her thighs tensing hard before she exploded in a fit of passion for him, the heat sweeping over her body like flames licking her skin.
Scarlett's careless groans made Duke push into her faster, his fingers digging hard into her flesh, drawing out the last of her tension. She watched his face contort beautifully with the knowledge he could no longer control himself, and slipped off of his thighs, kneeling down on the floor again in front of him. Scarlett slurped on his cock, tasting herself on him, waiting eagerly as Duke spilled his seed over her tongue and down her throat with a raging, ferocious moan that made both of them tremble.
Duke caught his breath, looking down at Scarlett and smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Wow," he said. "Wow."
"I thought you university students had a richer vocabulary," Scarlett teased, getting up from the floor and kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Usually, but only when there aren't model-worthy women sucking the life out of us on a train in the afternoon."
Scarlett laughed and tried to slip back into her dress, but Duke's hand stopped her, as did the look of resolve in his now clear-blue eyes.
"What's the rush?" Duke asked, watching the garment slide back down to the floor. "I want to draw you..."
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