Longarm Giant #30: Longarm and the Ambush at Holy Defiance by Tabor Evans Read Free Book Online

thighs as well as an alluring glimpse of fleshy pink.
    She tilted her head to one side, smiled with one half of her mouth, and let her eyes flick down to his crotch. “You’d better get out of those trousers before you tear right through them.”
    Longarm looked down at the bulge in his pants. She was right. He could feel the pain now.
    He quickly closed the door, cuffed his hat from his head, kicked out of his boots, and removed his gun and shell belt. He was out of the rest of his attire in less than a minute, letting it all fall where it may. As he tossed his longhandles away behind him, he saw her smoky gaze rake his rangy, broad-shouldered, battle-scarred body slowly.
    Her eyes widened when they got to his crotch, his dong jutting high above his belly button—full and thick, the mushroom head looking as though it were about to explode.
    “Oh, my God,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling heavily. Her voice seemed thick, even raspier than before. “You’re hung like a fucking Russian plow horse.”
    Keeping her eyes on his thundering hard-on, she dropped both feet to the floor, rose, turned toward the couch, leaned forward, and swept the shift up around her waist, revealing her perfect ass and the auburn mound up under her butt cheeks. “Take me,” she said, her voice quivering desperately, looking over her shoulder at his throbbing cock. “Bring it over here and fuck me with it.”
    Longarm didn’t need to be told twice.
    He followed his dick right over to her, reached around her waist with one arm, drew her toward him firmly, and then took his cock in his free hand and guided it up under her ass and through the moist, hot waiting doors of her pussy.
    She jerked forward like a startled mare, throwing her head back. “Gawd!”
    Longarm stopped halfway in, letting her womb expand gradually around him, and then pushed forward on the balls of his feet, shoving his manhood deeper…deeper…deeper, until it would go no farther and she was leaning forward against the fainting couch, groaning from deep in her chest.
    “Fuck me, damnit,” she said through gritted teeth, spreading her legs a little wider for him, grinding her feet into the thick, black-and-red carpet. “Fuck me hard, you randy dog! I saw how you were looking at me. You were imagining doing this back out on the street, weren’t you?”
    Longarm was driving against her, pulling out, driving in, the otherworldly sensations ensconcing him like the world’s more powerful opiate.
    “Weren’t you?” she demanded, glaring over her shoulder at him as he fucked her, causing her hair to slide back and forth across her shoulders.
    “Yep.”
    “Do you like fucking strange girls you meet on the street?”
    “Stranger the better.”
    “Oh, you’re such a randy dog!”
    “Uh-huh,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes closed as he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her, and grabbed her breasts in his hands. He kneaded them, rolled the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
    They were as hard as small stones, jutting like sewing thimbles. The softness of the silk shift caressed the backs of his hands as he fondled her. Occasionally it would drop down in back to brush his belly, a pleasing sensation that complimented the more dramatic one going on inside the head of his cock, his belly, in his loins.
    “Oh, God,” the girl said raspily, sucking sharp breaths, releasing them sharply, sucking another one just as sharp. The back of the fainting couch tapped against the papered wall behind it as they moved together, in perfect rhythm now, Longarm squeezing her perfect, jouncing breasts while he rammed his hips against her ass, raising slapping sounds.
    Occasionally, he’d straighten, hold her hips in his hands,and really put the wood to her. The problem with this maneuver, however, was that it caused the back of the couch to bang more loudly against the wall.
    “Keep going,” she said. “Fuck me, damn you, you nasty dog. I saw…I