Saints and Sinners by Shawna Moore Read Free Book Online

the engines that raced down the street in search of a fire. Tonight, she’d ignited a fire deep inside of him. A fire in his cock he wished she’d stoke before putting it in...and out...and in...and out.
    Time to lessen the distance between them. This waiting was making his cock miserable. He opened the door wider and sneaked into the stuffy room. Underneath his large feet, the floorboards groaned.
    The look on her face when she spun around and saw him. Priceless as one of Picasso’s paintings. This fine piece didn’t belong in a museum. Not on your life. She belonged in his bed until the sun came up again...or he did.
    Her whole body trembled at his appearance. Quickly, she yanked the woolen blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. “What are you doing here?”
    He was ready for that one. “Came to talk to Flossie. She’s got some of the best jokes I’ve ever heard. Ever hear the one about the sheik and the Queen of the Nile?” He met her gaze and held it for a while. Her eyes were the windows to Moira’s soul. Green as gallery glass.
    She loosened her grip on the blanket and let it fall. Her heavy breasts heaved at the sight of him. Fuller than ripe melons at the market. How he longed to suck on them and bite the soft flesh. This little lost lamb was speechless at his intrusion.
    “Come to me, Moira, and let me smooth your ruffled feathers.” I’ll pluck them and plunge into you until you cry out for more.
    “If you don’t mind, I’ll change and head home.”
    “Oh, but I do mind.” He popped a hard candy into his mouth and sucked on it. “You know, you look just like Clara Bow. What size shoes do you wear?”
    “Size seven,” she said and looked down at the racy red shoes on her feet.
    Reilly rummaged through an old cardboard box and produced a pair of tap shoes. “Try these on.”
    She dipped her foot into one and slung it off. Her grimace spelled defeat.
    “Okay, I’ll make you a deal, glamour puss. Put those red-hot shoes of yours back on and meet me on stage in a couple minutes. Everyone’s gone home for the night. This place needs a bit of class, and you fit the bill, Miss Bow.”
    “But, I’m not…”
    “Oh, to me you are.” He blew her a kiss and winked. Time to let Moira contemplate his next move. Keep her guessing. Most of all keep her laughing. She was so pretty when she smiled. His rainbow after a rainstorm.
    After turning on the stage lights, he admired his handiwork. Now she’d shine in the spotlight. His mouth watered. Her skin would glow the color of clotted cream. He’d suck her ripe strawberry mouth until she moaned for more. He’d run his hands through her gorgeous bobbed red hair. Yes, Moira and her beauty set his heart aflame.
    From a vaudevillian’s trunk, he pulled a pair of baggy black and white-striped pants and put them on over his trousers. He added a pair of red suspenders. Underneath the billowing fabric, his cock was hard and ready. Ready to slip between Moira’s wet flaps and do her until dawn.
    Reilly jumped down to the makeshift orchestra pit. Well, not exactly the pit he wanted, but it was soon time to play while Moira performed. He uncovered the ivories of the slightly out-of-tune house piano. Slippery and cold, they responded to the slightest touch of his fingers. Just like Moira. What to play? Something jazzy? She’d like that. He cracked his knuckles and hunched over the keyboard.
    Only a few bars into “Tiger Rag”, the burgundy-velvet-stage curtain swayed. “Come on out, sugar babe. I’m getting warmed up.” His cock was already hot, but his fingers weren’t quite warm and limbered up yet.
    He snapped to attention and almost missed a couple notes. Moira sashayed across the dusty stage. Bathed in even bad lighting, she looked ready for the pictures. She’d primed her lips with a fresh coat of cinnamon-red paint. His heart lurched at the sight. A perfect bow. Ready to be opened ever so slowly. How good her tongue would feel