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in his birthday suit, and his shaft was tenting the single blanket he’d drawn up to his waist.
    She reached down—“Christ, is that another .44 under there?”—and wrapped her hand around his cock as though around the neck of a chicken she were about to strangle for supper.
    Longarm’s stomach lurched as though he’d been shot out of a cannon.
    He grabbed her wrist, pulled her down to him, and kissed her. She sagged against him and opened her lips, ramming her tongue into his mouth and squirming against him, her feet still on the floor.
    Kissing her, he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and, sliding to one side, began pulling her onto the bed.
    She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and smiled while pressing her lips to his. “I wanna be on top.”
    â€œWhy doesn’t that surprise me?”
    Longarm squeezed her arm, pulling her close while he kissed her, enjoying her warm, full lips against his. Then he lay back and threw aside the covers, exposing his fully erect, throbbing shaft which a sudden lightning flash illuminated dramatically.
    She groaned like a bitch in heat and straddled him, thunder clapping and making the entire building shudder, while the wind blasted the walls and windows with heavy rain.
    She kissed him and ran her hands down his arms and across the hard bulging slabs of his chest. Suddenly she looked down at him, her eyes meeting his. “I don’t visit the room of every handsome stranger who rides into town, I want you to know.”
    He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, his thick mustache turning up with a grin. “To what do I owe the honor?”
    â€œI reckon you saved my life. I was outgunned.”
    â€œI have a feelin’ you’d have figured a way to save your bacon.”
    â€œDoubt it. Some of Falcon’s boys were gunslicks from Texsas and Oklahoma. His daddy, ole Amos Falcon himself, hired ’em to keep squatters off his spread.” She scooted down his thighs then leaned forward until her hair was dropping down over Longarm’s groin, making his whole being tingle.
    â€œNo sir,” she cooed as the lightning flashed and the thunder clapped, the guttering lamplight sliding shadows to and fro, “I’d be pushing up daisies now if it hadn’t been for you, Longarm.” She took his shaft in one hand, wrapping her fingers around it, and kissed the head.
    â€œOh well . . . I reckon there’s no point in arguin’.” He groaned as she suddenly slid her lips quickly down the length of his shaft, until his head met the back of her opening and closing throat.
    He bunched the sheets in his hands and curled his toes as she whipped her lips back up the length of his iron-hard cock, over the circumcised head and off with a slight popping sound.
    She scooted back up his thighs, until her hip bones lay over his. She pushed up on her knees and guided the head of his shaft into her furred slot, then slowly slid down upon him, the shaft rising into the hot, wet core of her.
    Her voice was graveled and breathy. “Thank you, Custis.” She rose up and down, shuddering as if chilled to the bone, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. “It’s all right if I call you Custis, isn’t it?”
    â€œMa’am,” Longarm grunted as she began rising and falling faster, his fingertips digging into her waist just above her hipbones, “you can call me anything you want.”
    â€œMerle.”
    â€œHuh?” She was fairly bouncing atop him now, the bed springs squawking, the headboard tapping the wall.
    â€œCall me Merle.”
    She stopped suddenly and looked down at him seriously again, her round, sweat-slick breasts flattened on his chest.
    She lowered her lips to his, chewed his lower lip for a second, then lifted her head again and ran her hand brusquely through his hair. “But only here. Out there, I’m Marshal Blassingame to you, chump,