Page 61 of Serenity
As I neared, he rose.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Licking his lips, he inched closer. “How bright is that red light?”
“Duke, my period is just—”
“—What?” He asked, tugging me closer to his frame. “It’s not a matter of if you’re getting fucked. It’s simply a question of how messy it’ll be,” he whispered dangerously close to my ear.
“Tomorrow. I’ll be all clear tomorrow.”
“I didn’t ask you that, Bee,” he whispered, nipping my ear.
“I’m spotting.”
“Good,” he grinned. “Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, we slipped outside into the torrid rage of Ghana’s fall season. Outside, the flies didn’t even bother to nettle. The heat had discouraged their mission. Newscasters avowed rain, but the thirty-four percent chance of a drizzle seemed more folly than truth.
An SUV arrived, and after speaking briefly with the driver and Biram, Duke opened the back door to permit our entry. Biram took the front passenger seat. Swiftly, the humble yet handsome guard was becoming as familiar as a friend. I was glad to see him accompany us.
As the SUV moved through traffic, I couldn’t shake the fire from Duke’s gaze. He wanted me, and I couldn’t shake how much I wanted him.
“If we didn’t have such a short ride, you’d be riding this shit right now, Bee,” he said, gripping the massive hammer between his legs.
I knew what I was getting into from the moment I saw him on that stage. I knew Duke was a freak. What I hadn’t expected was how much of a freak I was turning out for him.
With the partition raised, I had no problem leaning in and freeing his dick from his pants. The veiny caramel tool with a reddish undertone caused my mouth to water. Parting my lips wide, I stuffed my mouth, getting my fill until he hit the back of my throat.
“Shit, Bee.”
My head bobbed and weaved as we weaved through traffic en route to the airport. Greedily, I sucked his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip each time I lifted.
Unglued from my typical poised demeanor, I sucked and slurped absent a care in the world. My wet mouth was hungry for the taste of him, and he tasted so fucking good. Each time I fed him to the back of my throat, it triggered my gag reflex. Duke was a big boy. Choking was inevitable, but it bothered me none. Each moan of pleasure from his mouth made my pussy wetter. His dick grew harder. My sucks got tighter. Better. He was unmanning before me while I made a mess in his lap.
“Bee.”
Thrusting upward as he gripped my braids, I felt the heat of his sweet nut shoot down my throat.
Wiping my mouth, I lifted my head and stared Duke down with a satisfied smirk. He was panting with lidded eyes, wholly surprised and apprised by my oral skills.
“You dangerous, girl,” he sighed, stuffing himself back in his pants.
Arriving at the airport, where a private flight took us to Northern Ghana. Mole National Park was the destination.
“A safari,” Duke answered when I asked where we were headed for the umpteenth time.
“A safari? Like with lions and giraffes and shit?”
“This one is more like elephants, hippos, and baboons. There are a few lions, but they aren’t often seen. It’s an elephant conservatory.”
Excitement filled my bones. Having never experienced a safari, I was thrilled to share the new adventure with Duke. Over the last couple of weeks, several new experiences were shared with my man. Learning and exploring with one another heightened our intimacy.
A one-hour flight took us to Tamale. Drinks and a light snack were offered in-flight. I opted for peanuts.
“And for you, dad?” The flight attendant asked.
Initially unaware of who she’d been addressing, I looked around the cabin, seeing few men fit the description. Upon realizing she’d been referring to Duke, my face crumpled. Refusing to respond, Duke cleared his throat and laughed. I, however, didn’t find the shit funny.