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the thick hot flesh speared between her lips.

Chapter Eight
     
    “Fuck yes!” Kiowa was in heaven. Or hell. He wasn’t certain which yet, but he knew for damned sure that kissing the hot little package whose mouth was currently filled with his dick, hadn’t been his brightest moment.
    He leaned back, panting as he watched several inches of his thick erection stretch that sweet rosebud mouth. The light of the moon speared into the vehicle, his own eyesight perfect, enhancing the sight.
    Her tongue was swirling around the head, her mouth sucking at him desperately. He was going to fuck her. He knew he was. He was going to spread those pretty thighs and watch every inch of his flesh disappear inside her pretty cunt. He was going to have to do it soon before he was going to spill his pleasure in her mouth instead.
    Would it matter? He groaned at the thought.
    “Suck it, baby.” He pulled her hair, because he knew she liked the pain.
    He was rewarded by another inch disappearing into her mouth as he felt a hard pulse of semen—although it didn’t feel like semen—gush into her mouth.
    What was that? The pleasure from it stripped his control, almost like getting off just enough for relief, but this time, there was no relief, the hunger burned brighter, hotter instead.
    The taste must have pleased her. She took another inch, her lips flattening, her tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest.
    “Damn, your mouth is hot. Hot and sweet. Suck that cock, baby. Show me how much you need it, how much you want it.”
    Another hot spurt of fluid and she was devouring him. Her mouth was working on him with wet precision, drawing his balls up to the base of his erection as he gritted his teeth and fought the impending explosion.
    He didn’t want to rush this. Didn’t want it to end. Not yet. It was too hot, too much pleasure, more than he had ever known in his life. Her mouth moved on his so sweetly, snug and tight, her tongue licking him like a favorite treat as his hands kneaded her hair firmly.
    Oh, she liked that. She whimpered around his dick, one hand tightening on the base of this erection as the fingers of the other pricked at the flesh of his thigh.
    He had never been a gentle man, not in his dealings with others or sexually. He was what he was, simple, basic. He spoke when he needed to, did his job the best he could and fucked for the sheer pleasure of it. He had never taken a woman who didn’t know exactly what she was doing and he had never lost control with one.
    He was on the verge of losing control with this one.
    “Enough.” He had to force himself to raise her head, grimacing in pleasure at the sound of the little pop his cock made as it exited her mouth.
    “I want more,” she moaned, struggling against him as he jerked the blanket further away from her.
    “Later.” He wanted her. The smell of her heat was killing him, addictive, consuming.
    His lips moved to one hard nipple as he groaned when she pushed it deep in his mouth. She knew what she wanted.
    “Bite me.” Her request had his blood pressure soaring.
    He gripped the hard tip of her nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as her cries echoed around him.
    Had another woman ever asked him to bite her? Had another ever relished that fine line of pleasure and pain in such a way?
    “Like that?” he growled, lifting from her as hands worked at the metal clasps of the bodice before tearing it from her body.
    The dress was easy. He ripped it off her. There was no time to be nice, no time to care about the decency of the act. He wanted her naked. Now.
    Moonlight glossed her slender body, her rounded little belly, caused her honeyed pussy to glisten as he moved her to the center of the area and spread her legs wide.
    “Damn, you’re so small,” he whispered, toeing off his moccasins before struggling out his jeans.
    Finally, he was naked, as bare as she was,