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feel of his lips touching the pulse behind her left ear, she began to quiver. More moisture pooled at her core as she was sure her legs would give way. Her mouth was slightly parted as she began to pant while Jackson eased his hands upward over the silky shirt. He paused his hand’s exploration for a moment to lave the base of her neck and bite.
    “Jackson, what you do to me,” she said wondrously as she continued to try to control her gasps of pleasure as he found her sensitive spots.
    “Does it feel good to you, baby? Do you want me to continue? You don’t have to answer, just nod your head yes.”
    Billie felt her head bob with permission as though it had a mind of its own. Her hands continued to rub his muscled thighs, gripping at the jean material every time he nipped and touched. Just then his hands began their quest anew. They slid up and down the sides of her waist reverently as if they had never touched silk over curves before. Suddenly her position was shifted slightly to the side as his left hand grasped her chin. His thumb caressed briefly over her full bottom lip before his own took possession of hers. This kiss was different than the one before. His tongue immediately thrust into her warmth as his hips started to mimic the rolling movements of their hips. She could feel his hard cock pressing and sliding against the space between her cheeks, fueling the fire in her body. She was actually momentarily distracted by the thought that she might have a moistened spot on her skirt from the cream running from her. As he feasted on her mouth, she could feel his hand firmly start to stroke the underside of her breast. Arousal as she had never encountered roared through her body.
    For his part, Jackson felt like he was being gifted for his good deeds in this life. She felt like an angel. A sex angel sent here to tempt him into never leaving the world of sin if it meant she was in it. His cock was painfully erect in its position, rubbing the back of her succulently firm ass.
    He continued to plunder her lips, twining his tongue with hers, over and over again. However, it was the feel of her body under his searching hands that put his blood to near boiling. Roughly now, he cupped her breast while moving his mouth to nip at her neck. She is perfection, he thought while stroking the lush globe in the palm of his hand, plucking at her nipple. He tried to be gentle but finally having her at his mercy to tease and explore left him unable to do more than knead her mercilessly while groaning his arousal. He had backed them up against the door to the nearest stall just as his hand delved under the opening in her blouse. He felt the lace of her bra as he momentarily gentled his touch to lightly stroke her nipples with his fingertips. She was perfection. He could hear her ragged breaths and scent her arousal in the air. He had to have her. Now. His hand plunged beneath the scrap of material covering her breast and felt the shock of burning pleasure from his groin to his legs. He was sure his boxer briefs were wet with his pre-cum, and he threaded his fingers in her hair while pulling her head back to expose the other side of her neck.
    Billie felt his teeth against the base of the other side of her neck but couldn’t protest as the air rushed from her lungs. Please, dear lord, let him fuck me now. She felt his hand that was roughly squeezing her breast as it alternated not only from side to side but from softness to rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She felt him move his other hand to the edge of her skirt. She felt him suddenly freeze, just as the hem of her skirt was slid upward so she could feel the cool air hit her wet slit. Voices outside indicated the approach of more than one man.
    Billie knew that he felt her stiffen in fear and had quickly tucked her into his arms while lifting her. As though she weighed not a feather, he silently walked down past the last stall of horses and into the tack room. He