Longarm and the Great Divide by Tabor Evans Read Free Book Online

her clitoris.
    He buried his tongue in her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar there. Then out again to concentrate on her clitoris.
    After what seemed like mere seconds Liz shuddered and stiffened.
    â€œThat was quick,” he said, pulling away from her pussy far enough that he could speak.
    Liz raised her head from his cock, kissed the tip of it and said, “It’s been a long time, Custis. I don’t want any . . . entanglements in town here. That could be awkward. So I have the reputation of celibacy.” She laughed. “If you can believe that.”
    â€œYeah, but I know you better,” he said.
    Liz could not answer. She had her mouth full of his prick.
    Longarm smiled. And resumed licking her pussy until she came a second time. And a third.
    And by that time his own sap was rising to the level of explosion, bursting forth in a powerful climax, spewing into Liz’s throat.
    She drank his come, and he hugged her close.

Chapter 19
    Longarm woke slowly, for the moment unsure of where he was. Then memory returned and he smiled. Liz was lying close beside him, curled onto her right side, her back to Longarm.
    He reached over and ran his hand lightly over the swell of her rump. He felt a swelling of his own as, thinking about Liz, his cock became engorged.
    He rolled onto his side tight against her, his cock slipping in between her legs from behind. Longarm arched his back and slowly slid inside Elizabeth. She made a small sound and reached back to place her hand on his hip.
    He kept the rhythm slow and easy, coming after several pleasant minutes. Then he withdrew and leaned forward to kiss her between her shoulder blades.
    Liz mumbled something that he could not quite make out. He kissed her again and rolled over, sitting up on the side of the bed and reaching for his clothes.
    He was hungry and he knew if he woke Liz, she would get up and cook for him, but there seemed no need for that. Instead, he dressed and quietly let himself out of her bedroom.
    It was not yet daylight, but he could see lights in a café across the way on the Wyoming side. He let himself out into the chilly predawn, settled his hat comfortably on his head, and strode out into the darkness.
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    â€œGood morning. Are you open for business yet?” He remembered the café owner from the day before but could not remember the man’s name.
    The brawny fellow smiled in greeting. “Good morning, Marshal. I won’t be open, not officially anyhow, for another half hour or so, but I can fix you something now if you like. Ham steak and fried spuds be all right for you? I can’t get any eggs out this far, but we have plenty potatoes.”
    â€œJust fine, thanks.”
    â€œThe coffee is just starting to boil, so it isn’t ready quite yet. Won’t be long though. And the biscuits won’t be ready for a while, neither.” The man wiped his hands on his apron and reached for a knife to slice the ham for Longarm.
    â€œWe seen you go over to talk to those sons o’ bitches yesterday,” the gentleman said over his shoulder as he worked. “Did you do any good? Did you tell them they got to move?” He sliced off a thick ham steak, complete with a rim of juicy fat, and slapped it into a skillet. The skillet went onto the stove. He opened the firebox and tossed in several chunks of dried cow shit. Longarm might have preferred that he at least wipe his hands again afterward, but a man can’t have everything.
    The cook scrubbed some potatoes and began slicing them, skin on. When he had what looked like a good pound of the spuds he dropped those and a large dollop of lard into another skillet and set that one beside the first.
    Longarm relaxed, smoking a cheroot, and idly watched the cook at his work.
    His leisurely morning came to an abrupt halt when a bullet flew through the open doorway to thump into the back wall of the café.
    Longarm threw himself down, Colt in