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  Only when she’d come to purchase her license had he seen the hint of fire that simmered just beneath the prim clothing—much more in keeping with the eccentric wagon and her odd profession.

  Honey Cafferty was stardust and moonbeams—fleeting as the wanderlust in her blood. He needed a steady partner, someone who’d weather good times and bad.

  Another incredible pull of her lips and he gritted his teeth. Sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip. Peeking at her beneath his lashes, he watched while she drew off and stared, seeming to take pride in the erection she’d nurtured. She wrapped her hands around him, squeezing to see whether her fingers met. Then she twisted her hands and glided them up and down his shaft. She lapped at the crown, swallowing it and sliding down to meet her hands.

  He’d never known a woman so eager to experiment with a man’s cock—or one who’d found the knack for torturing him so sweetly. She didn’t seem to notice he’d woken up, and he considered pretending a little longer just to see what she’d do next, but he needed to move—needed to spear upward into her hot mouth. All her sucking, pulling and twisting had made his balls heavy and tight as stones and his cock so hard he could hammer a nail into solid wood. One good thrust and he’d spill his seed deep into her throat. And wouldn’t she be surprised?

  The thought of filling her mouth, seeing his pearly come on her lips, had him biting back a groan. He didn’t want to spoil her pleasure or miss a moment watching her expressive face as she worked on him. Curiosity lit her eyes and natural sultriness pouted her pink lips.

  Her lips. Damn, her mouth was opening again, taking him deep while she swirled her tongue around his crown and licked over the sides. She was killing him by inches.

  Needing something else to ponder so he could control the urge to explode, he thought about how he’d come to be here and wondered what magical spell she’d cast on sweet Sally Epperson to convince her to doctor his coffee. Then he wondered how the hell the two women had managed to move him here, so far out of town. And for what purpose?

  For Honey to have a little revenge for the hurt he’d caused her? Or simply for her own pleasure? That thought brought him squarely back to the urgent need to come and Honey’s hot little mouth.

  Just looking at her wildly curling red hair and bare shoulders was enough to tempt him over the edge. What else wasn’t she wearing? The sides of her thighs, encased in sheer black stockings, were visible beyond her shoulders, but not much else was. Her knees, which straddled either side of his legs, sank deep into a red satin comforter that covered a very soft feather bed. The thought of rolling her beneath him, sinking into all that softness…

  Again, Honey’s mouth dove on his cock, driving it along her tongue until it bumped the back of her throat. A soft hand scooped up his balls and squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked air deep into his lungs, fighting the need to shout.

  Only when she rose did he remember how to breathe, and he opened his eyes.

  She’d lifted her head, affording him a delicious view of the tops of her creamy breasts as light glanced on the mounds and darkness added depth to her cleavage. “So you’re finally awake, Sheriff,” she said, her voice low and husky.

  His cock thrust upward inside her squeezing palms. “Joe,” he said, his voice sounding rusty and thick. “Call me Joe since it looks like we’ve been introduced.”

  A slight smile curved the corners of her lips. She bent and stuck out her tongue to lick the head of his cock, taking a bead of pearly excitement from the tip, her gaze locking with his all the while.

  He watched her pink tongue lap him like she was licking ice cream, curving under the ridge, delving into the little eyelet hole. Lord, he wanted to fuck that mouth. Would she climb between his legs and give him leverage to plow into her mouth? Could she take him deep like he was dying to go?

  She glided her lips over his head, and then she lifted her face again. “Bet you’re wondering why you’re here.”

  Lord have mercy. Just the sexy velvet voice made every muscle in his body tense. “Haven’t been able to hold a single thought since I woke up with my cock in your mouth,” he drawled.

  Despite the blush staining her cheeks, she raised one dark eyebrow in an unspoken challenge. “Can I convince you not to think for a little while longer?” She pumped her hands down and up his cock.

  He swallowed hard, feeling his gut tighten, priming for release. “Guess it depends.”

  She gave him a slow, spiraling twist and smiled when he groaned. “Depends on what?”

  He gritted his teeth and bit out, “On whether there’s going to be a posse with shotguns sitting outside your door in the morning.”

  Her smile held a wicked warning, but she circled her cheek on the head of his cock. “This is just between you and me, Joe,” she said softly and released him. “Besides, it’s been pointed out to me that the virtue of a woman who travels alone is suspect. No one’s gonna come storming my doors demanding you do right by me.”

  Drawing a deep breath of equal parts relief and regret, he said, “I’m sorry about what I said, Honey.”

  She shrugged—a movement that lifted her breasts and drew his gaze down again. “I’m not. At least I know where I stand. Now I don’t have to worry about holding anything back or wondering if you’ll still respect me in the morning.”

  He tugged the ropes around his wrists—more for something to alleviate some of his frustration—but he felt a slight slackening. His heartbeat thudded slowly, pounding in his ears when he realized he could free himself, turn the tables on her and have her completely at his mercy. Honey had thrown down the gauntlet, giving him the right to have her when she’d taken him and tempted him with her sweet little mouth. She hadn’t thought to tie his feet—big mistake. “What do you have planned for me?”

  Her gaze was direct. “No plans. I’m just feeling my way.”

  She’d said that before when she’d shyly caressed his cock in the jailhouse. He wondered how experienced she really was. First, he’d give her one last chance to keep this on equal footing. “Wouldn’t this work better if you untied my hands?”

  She shook her head. “Not until we’re well past the point of no return. I might never work up the nerve to do something like this again. I don’t want you hauling back on the reins while I’m still raring to go.” Then she sucked a breath between her lips and sat up, letting him see exactly what she wasn’t wearing beneath her corset.

  Air hissed between his teeth, and his whole body tightened. The corset reached only to the notches of her hips, below stretched another creamy expanse of bare flesh and a triangle of dark reddish hair.

  “Just so you know. I didn’t dress this way for you,” she whispered.

  His gaze lifted to her face and he saw a hint of vulnerability in the stubborn tilt of her chin. A pang struck him in his chest. “Then why?” he asked, his voice rough as sandpaper.

  “I have my own fantasies, Sheriff. Things I want to learn. I figured since the ladies were so kind to give me this gift, I’d take my fill.”

  Ladies? Honey wasn’t responsible?

  Still, she’d accepted their gift. Seemed to be enjoying the fruits of their ill-gotten gain. He could be merciful—after he saw to her education. Clawing need settled in his loins. He strained against the ropes, and they gave a little more. Perhaps it was a good thing he’d awoken bound. If he had his hands on her now, he’d flip her on her back and crawl right inside her. He’d show her how well he’d fill the pretty little quim she’d flashed.

  He drew a deep breath, seeking to calm his galloping heart. Inside, his whole body was well past primed for lovemaking. He was so hard, he ached.

  He’d have her now, make her just as hot and hurting, make her beg for release before he’d work himself inside her body, stroking her inner walls, tunneling so deep, thrusting so hard she’d be a wild thing in his arms.

  Only he didn�
�t think he’d last that long the first time. He needed to come now, needed his mind free of his own painful need before he saw to building hers.

  Could he talk her into stroking him to completion? “Honey, I don’t suppose your fantasies include watching a man come?”

  She blinked and then her gaze dropped back down to his cock. “Why would I want to waste this watching you…spend yourself?”

  “Don’t you think I can get it up again?”

  “You can do that?” Her surprise seemed genuine.

  What kind of men had she been with before? “I promise I can. And I’ll be more cooperative, see to your needs if you’ll just help me out here first.” As she hesitated, he added, “Have you ever seen a man explode?”

  She shook her head, but he could see he’d sparked her curiosity. She narrowed her eyes and bit one side of her lip. “How would you like me to proceed?”

  “You were doing just fine before, but I need to lift my hips and push into your mouth.”

  “I see.” But she didn’t move.

  “If you’ll slip your knees between my legs, I can dig my heels into the mattress for leverage.”

  “Oh.” After a moment’s hesitation, she quickly shifted to the side so he could move apart his legs. Then she settled in between.

  The space relieved the pressure on his balls, and he sighed. Since she seemed so eager to please, he pressed for more. “One more thing.” His glance dipped to her corset. “I need to see you naked. A man likes to look.”

  Her hands shook as first she stripped off the stockings and garters, then unlaced the corset and slowly peeled it away, revealing her breasts and a narrow waist.

  Her breasts were so lovely his mouth went dry. Perfectly formed, just the right size to overfill his mouth and hands. Large pink areolas with hard little buttons at the center.

  “Touch yourself,” he rasped. “Pretend it’s my hands, my fingers.”

  This time, she didn’t hesitate. She tossed back her red hair and cupped her breasts, lifting them, staring down at herself as she squeezed them, her soft belly quivering with her quickening breaths.

  “Your nipples,” he gritted out. “Pretend it’s my fingers pleasuring them.”

  She circled her thumbs and toggled her nipples. Then she pinched them between her fingertips and her lips opened around a moan, and he couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “Jesus.” He closed his eyes for a brief second while he struggled to control his need. When he opened them again, she was staring at him, barely breathing. Waiting for him to tell her what to do next. The thought nearly unmanned him. “Baby, I need your mouth on me. Do it now.”

  Swiftly, she bent over him and gripped his cock between her hands and sank her hot, wet mouth over him, murmuring as she drew him inside.

  He couldn’t hold back another second and flexed his hips upward, spearing into her like he’d imagined, stroking past her tongue to the back of her throat.

  She gagged slightly and then opened her jaws, taking him deeper, her moans vibrating along his shaft.

  Groaning, he lowered his hips and lifted again, driving upward while her mouth sucked and her tongue stroked his length.

  Over and over, he thrust inside her, groaning, shuddering, as she worked him with her mouth and hands, bringing him quickly to the brink. “Back off me, now, baby. I’m gonna come.”

  But she murmured a protest and tightened her grip around his shaft, forcing him deeper into her throat. He roared, growling, cursing, thrusting upward, his balls emptying, forcing liquid through his cock in an endless, pulsing stream.

  Honey swallowed, her throat clasping and opening as she drank, wringing every last drop until he shuddered one last time and let his hips fall to the mattress. Still, she sucked and licked, soothing him now. When at last she raised her head and let his cock slip from between her swollen lips, she gave him a look filled with wonderment.

  Joe closed his eyes and drew in ragged breaths, waiting for his body to calm and his scattered thoughts to return. He’d never been pleasured so well, so completely, by a woman. Never wanted so much to drag a woman against his body and burrow his head against her breasts, then suckle her softly while he forgot about the world outside her embrace.

  With Honey, he was afraid he’d discover other joys he’d miss when she was gone.

  “So how long will it take?”

  He opened his eyes and found her staring at his cock again. A smile tugged at one side of his mouth. The woman did have a one-track mind and a list of fantasies to be fulfilled. He’d better get to work. “Not long, I think, by the way you’re licking your lips.”

  She flushed, but a wide, proud grin stretched across her face.

  “In fact,” he drawled, already plotting her downfall, “we could hurry it along, if you let me pleasure you.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not setting you free.”

  “You don’t have to. I can use my mouth.”

  Her breath caught and her creamy bosom lifted with an indrawn breath.

  “Have you ever had a man pleasure you like that?”

  She shook her head, blushing to her roots.

  “It’s a lot like what you did for me. You don’t even have to untie my hands. Just straddle my face backward—”

  Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

  “Tell me, Honey,” he said, pitching his voice low. “Was I a mouthful? Did your lips stretch around me?”

  Her nod was a sharp, reluctant dip.

  “I don’t want you hurting yourself when you take me inside you. Let me prepare you.”

  “You’ve…prepared a woman before?”

  “A time or two.”

  She looked away, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

  Knowing she was close to caving, he counted slowly to ten, keeping his breaths even and his expression shuttered.

  One hand pulled at a lock of her hair, tugging it down to cover one nipple. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of the telltale gesture. A gesture he found endearing.

  “I don’t know…it’s too embarrassing. You’ll see everything.”

  “Do you think a man wouldn’t find that view attractive?” he growled. She scowled and he nearly laughed. “Well, you’re wrong, sweetheart. Tonight’s supposed to be about your needs. I promise, you’ll like this.”

  “I just turn around…?”

  “And bring your pussy to my mouth.”

  She shuddered and closed her eyes. “Say that again.”

  “What? Pussy?” At the quickening rise of her chest, he grinned. “Like that word?”

  Her nose wrinkled. “It’s nasty.”

  “But you like it.”

  She opened her eyes, heat blazing in the green depths. “Yes.”

  “Put your pussy on my mouth,” he said more firmly, growing more confident by the moment he’d bend her to his will.

  Finally, Honey shifted on the mattress, moving so slowly his control felt stretched to the limit by the time she faced away and straddled his belly. Moisture from her slick sex seeped onto his skin, and he gritted his teeth.

  Jesus, he wanted to taste it, wanted to slide his tongue deep as it could reach and drink her cream. “Get up on your knees and back up to me.”

  “This was definitely not one of my fantasies,” she muttered as she slowly backed up his chest. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

  “Don’t think. Just do it.”

  Her bottom rose in front of his face and her cunt hovered just above his mouth. The musky aroma of her arousal had his mouth watering. He blew a stream of air at the moisture clinging to her nether lips, and her thighs and bottom quivered.

  “Come closer, sweetheart,” he gritted out.

  When her sex touched his lips, she hissed air between her teeth.

  Smilin
g, he kissed her there. “Good girl, easy now.” He wished he could use his fingers to spread her. Instead, he rubbed her with his mouth and bristly chin, working her side-to-side to open her. The outer lips of her sex were plump, engorged, and he sucked on them one at a time until she squirmed and gasped. Knowing how aroused and frustrated she was becoming, he took his time—sucking, then licking between, fluttering his tongue on the thin edges of her inner lips, dipping into her entrance to take the cream that seeped from inside.

  The salty-musky flavor of her desire exploded on his tongue, and he fought the ropes binding his wrists, needing to touch her, needing to plunge fingers, tongue and cock inside her.

  When he felt a slackening in one of his bonds, he quickly slipped his hand free and reached across to untie the other, all the while continuing to suckle and lick her ripening sex.

  Free now, he gripped her arse hard, ignoring her shocked gasp, and forced her forward, wrestling her squirming body to the mattress until he had her pinned with his weight.

  He nudged her bottom with his hardening cock. “My turn,” he growled.

  “You made me do that just so you could take advantage,” she said, her voice tight.

  “Think I didn’t like it?” Her silence firmed his jaw. He’d show her how much he’d liked it. He’d hold her down and pleasure every inch of her luscious body.

  He worked a hand between their bodies and slid two fingers between her buttocks, glided lower and thrust straight into her wet pussy. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy.”

  She gasped and shivered, but he knew she liked the naughty words.

  “I’m going to take you with my tongue, nibble at your sexy parts until you’re begging me for release.”

  “I won’t beg you for a damn thing, bastard.” Her voice was harsh, but her body quivered with excitement like a nervous filly.

  He leaned close and sucked her earlobe between his lips, then gave it a gentle tug. “Guess what else I’m gonna bite?”