Her solid breasts barely moved, but he knew that wouldn’t last. When she was thirty or so, they’d start to sag, but right now—she was twenty-five or -six—they were perfect.
He lowered his mouth to her brown nipples, nibbled them, licked them, sucked on them while she held his head in her hands.
“You really like them, don’t you?” she asked. “They’re just tits.”
“I like them, and you,” he said, kissing her. “You—and they—are magnificent.”
“Mmm,” she said, pushing him off her and rolling him over. “Let me show you what I like.”
She kissed her way down his body until she had his swollen cock in her hands. She lowered her lips to the head, stuck out her tongue, licked him lovingly. She wet the head thoroughly, then slid the length of him into her hot, eager mouth.
The sensation caused Clint to lift his hips to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. He knew from past experience—only hours past—that when he came, it would be as if his head were going to come off. She knew just how to suck him, how to milk him, how to stave off the end until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
She sucked him lovingly, putting her hands beneathhim to cup his buttocks and pull him into her mouth even harder…and that’s when the knock came at the door.
“Christ,” Clint said. “Now?”
She lifted her head and looked up at him.
“Don’t answer it.”
The knocking came again, harder.
“Clint! Come on, man,” a deep voiced rumbled. “It’s Bass.”
“Uh-oh,” she said with a mischievous look on her pretty face, “it’s the law.”
“Don’t go away,” he told her, rolling off the bed and grabbing his gun.
He walked naked to the door, gun in his right hand just in case, and opened the door with his left.
“I’m impressed,” Reeves said.
Clint looked down at himself. Although his cock was wilting, it was still mostly hard. But Clint didn’t think there was much for Reeves to be impressed with—unless he was talking about the girl on the bed.
“Bass,” he said, “I’m a little busy.”
“That’s what the clerk told me,” Reeves said, “and I can see that, but I bet she won’t go nowhere if you and me go out for a steak. My treat.”
“Steak dinner?”
Reeves nodded.
“All the trimmings?”
“Whatever you want,” Reeves said. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“A favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“I’ll tell you over a steak.”
“Stay there,” Clint said, and closed the door.
As the door closed in his face, Bass Reeves did see the girl on the bed—and he was impressed. His friend always had a way of finding women who were more than pretty—and they always liked him.
It was obviously a gift.
He walked back to the bed, holstered the gun, and picked up his pants.
“You’re leaving?” she asked.
“The truth is, Rachel,” he said, “I’m still worn out from earlier in the day. I need to fortify myself.”
“And what about me?” she asked, rolling onto her back and staring at him. “I don’t need to be fortified?”
“Get something to eat,” he said, pulling on his boots and grabbing his shirt. “I’ll meet you back here.”
As he headed for the door, she said, “You hope.”
SIX
O’Boyle’s served the best steak in Fort Smith. It was a restaurant that Judge Parker usually frequented, but not as early as Reeves and Clint were there.
They both ordered steak dinners with everything, along with big icy mugs of beer. The waitress started them off with a basket of hot biscuits and butter.
“Okay,” Clint said, buttering a biscuit, “what’s going on, Bass?”
“I just rode in today with two dead men slung over their horses,” Reeves said. “Bank robbers and killers who didn’t give me no choice.”
“And why do I sense you’re not happy about it?” Clint asked.
“I ain’t never happy about havin’ to kill a man, Clint,” Reeves said, “but this was different.”
“Why?”
“Because they was
He lowered his mouth to her brown nipples, nibbled them, licked them, sucked on them while she held his head in her hands.
“You really like them, don’t you?” she asked. “They’re just tits.”
“I like them, and you,” he said, kissing her. “You—and they—are magnificent.”
“Mmm,” she said, pushing him off her and rolling him over. “Let me show you what I like.”
She kissed her way down his body until she had his swollen cock in her hands. She lowered her lips to the head, stuck out her tongue, licked him lovingly. She wet the head thoroughly, then slid the length of him into her hot, eager mouth.
The sensation caused Clint to lift his hips to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. He knew from past experience—only hours past—that when he came, it would be as if his head were going to come off. She knew just how to suck him, how to milk him, how to stave off the end until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
She sucked him lovingly, putting her hands beneathhim to cup his buttocks and pull him into her mouth even harder…and that’s when the knock came at the door.
“Christ,” Clint said. “Now?”
She lifted her head and looked up at him.
“Don’t answer it.”
The knocking came again, harder.
“Clint! Come on, man,” a deep voiced rumbled. “It’s Bass.”
“Uh-oh,” she said with a mischievous look on her pretty face, “it’s the law.”
“Don’t go away,” he told her, rolling off the bed and grabbing his gun.
He walked naked to the door, gun in his right hand just in case, and opened the door with his left.
“I’m impressed,” Reeves said.
Clint looked down at himself. Although his cock was wilting, it was still mostly hard. But Clint didn’t think there was much for Reeves to be impressed with—unless he was talking about the girl on the bed.
“Bass,” he said, “I’m a little busy.”
“That’s what the clerk told me,” Reeves said, “and I can see that, but I bet she won’t go nowhere if you and me go out for a steak. My treat.”
“Steak dinner?”
Reeves nodded.
“All the trimmings?”
“Whatever you want,” Reeves said. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“A favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“I’ll tell you over a steak.”
“Stay there,” Clint said, and closed the door.
As the door closed in his face, Bass Reeves did see the girl on the bed—and he was impressed. His friend always had a way of finding women who were more than pretty—and they always liked him.
It was obviously a gift.
He walked back to the bed, holstered the gun, and picked up his pants.
“You’re leaving?” she asked.
“The truth is, Rachel,” he said, “I’m still worn out from earlier in the day. I need to fortify myself.”
“And what about me?” she asked, rolling onto her back and staring at him. “I don’t need to be fortified?”
“Get something to eat,” he said, pulling on his boots and grabbing his shirt. “I’ll meet you back here.”
As he headed for the door, she said, “You hope.”
SIX
O’Boyle’s served the best steak in Fort Smith. It was a restaurant that Judge Parker usually frequented, but not as early as Reeves and Clint were there.
They both ordered steak dinners with everything, along with big icy mugs of beer. The waitress started them off with a basket of hot biscuits and butter.
“Okay,” Clint said, buttering a biscuit, “what’s going on, Bass?”
“I just rode in today with two dead men slung over their horses,” Reeves said. “Bank robbers and killers who didn’t give me no choice.”
“And why do I sense you’re not happy about it?” Clint asked.
“I ain’t never happy about havin’ to kill a man, Clint,” Reeves said, “but this was different.”
“Why?”
“Because they was
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