Annabelle Weston by Scandalous Woman Read Free Book Online Page A

placed her knee on his thigh, letting the skirt fall open to reveal bare flesh and her lacy black garter. “This will cost you one silver dollar.”
    He swallowed. His lips thinned. She was gratified by the shallow, even breaths as his chest rose and fell. His gaze roved over her thighs, her breasts then locked on her eyes. He kept his hands behind his head, a slow grin spreading over his fine lips.
    “ Whatever you want, Carly.” His voice was husky.
    She wanted him to be desperate.
    She stroked his muscled arms, from his elbows to his shoulders, back and forth, teasing him. He remained perfectly still but her pulse was racing. Why did touching him having such an effect on her? She had to concentrate on what she was doing. She had to pleasure him, satisfy his need. Most of all she had to think of him as a customer.
    With one knee on his thigh and her other leg between his, she undulated her body, rocking so her leg rubbed enticingly on his crotch, and with each sway, her gown opened at the slits to reveal the naked curls of her sex.
    The men in the cell whooped and hollered for a peek.
    “ Maybe I’ll do you next,” she said with a wink in their direction.
    Jed grabbed her by the chin and turned her to him. “Forget about them. Prisoners don’t get no privileges.”
    That seemed to settle the men down. Carly would pretend they weren’t even there. She pulled off his grasp and rubbed over his chest. His muscles bunched beneath her touch. His lids drooped with heady need. The muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched with each of her movements. She smiled wickedly, knowing she’d only just begun her dance.
    She lifted her skirts a little higher so they draped over his lap and gave her more room to maneuver. Placing both hands on his shoulders, she spread her legs so that her shins rested on his thighs. She heaved against him again, this time in such a way that her thighs spread wide. Her cunny, wet with desire, was exposed to Jed’s vision with each sway of her hips. The next move would be to press against his raging cock. And glory be, she did want his cock in her.
    She arched her back then pushed herself forward, her breasts in his face, rocking some more.
    His breath was ragged and she knew he was ready for her. She wasn’t done.
    With her breasts crushed to his chest she gyrating back and forth, and she pressed her lips to his neck, breathing hotly on his flesh. He groaned as she expected he would. She trailed her tongue up to his ear, nipping at the lobe.
    “ You’re so…strong…” she murmured, stroking down his muscled belly. She cupped his cock. “So…hard.” She licked at his ear then nipped him again.
    Men were pushovers for this kind of palaver.
    She swung her legs around his waist to straddle him. She moaned into his ear when his hard cock—shame it was imprisoned in denim—pressed against her wet cunny.
    Jed’s breaths came fast and when her cunny moved against his cock, he panted. She took his hands from behind his head and pulled them to her ass, planting each of his palms on a naked cheek beneath her skirts. His fingers were warm, calloused. She moaned as he massaged her. Then she rolled against his cock, capturing the solid length of him between her thighs. Something flickered within her, startling her. She wanted him. She wanted to fuck him, sure, but she also wanted to come. Wouldn’t her finding release defeat her purpose? And yet she couldn’t deny she was being moved just as much as he was. He pumped upward, meeting the roll of her hips. He massaged her ass, and then somehow, his thumb brushed her cunny and she jumped.
    “ Oh…Carly,” he murmured against her breasts as he pressed his open mouth to her flesh. He licked at her nipple through her corset—sending sparks of unexpected pleasure ricocheting through her body. “I want you…”
    As soon as he said the words, she froze. What was she thinking? She couldn’t do this just for fun. She hopped off his lap. “What do you