brought her head up, Maria swirled her tongue around his tip until he took her head in his hands and kept her in that spot. Slowly, she began to suck him again. This time, she took every inch of him inside her mouth until her lips closed at the base of his shaft. Maria didnât move very much after that. She didnât have to. Her tongue was busy sending shivers down his spine until Clint thought he would burst.
She eased her head up and then bobbed up and down even faster than before. Clint could only take that for so long before his climax approached. He leaned back, let out a long breath, and let it happen. She drank him down, licked her lips, and asked for seconds a little while later.
FIFTEEN
âYou did not come back to me for more, so I came to you,â she said later, lying in the crook of his arm.
âIâve been busy,â he said. âBesides, itâs only been a few hours.â
She slapped his arm and said sternly, âIt has been all day,
bruto!
â
âAnd donât you have to go to work?â
âI do,â she said, âvery soon. That is why I came to see you.â
âMaria,â Clint said, âIâm sorry, itâs just . . . I have to leave town tomorrow.â
She sat up and looked down at him. He, in turn, looked at her lovely breasts, the nipples still hard.
âSo soon?â
âNot for good,â he said. âI have to go to Orwell, but Iâll be back.â
âHmph,â she said, lying back on the crook of his arm, âso you say.â
âItâs true,â he said. âMy horse is still at the vetâs.â
âAh,â she said, âand you would not leave your horse, eh?â
âThatâs right.â
âBut you would leave me?â
âMariaââ
She laughed and slid her hand down over his belly.
âDo not worry,
hombre,
â she said, âMaria is joking. I know we are only passing, eh? Lovers for the moment?â
Her words did make him relax, but her hand didnât. It continued to move lower until she was holding his cock in her handâand he was filling it.
âThis will have to be quick,â she told him, slipping down between his legs. âI must go to work, but . . .â She licked her lips and swooped in on him . . .
It was quick and she was gone, leaving him pleasantly exhausted.
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After a short time, he pulled on his pants and went about packing his saddlebags, and then cleaning his guns. He worked on all three, his modified Colt, his Winchester, and the little Colt New Line. He made sure they were all working. He was after two men, but by the time he caught up to them, they were liable to have joined up with some others. Bushwhackers had a pack mentality. They were cowards, and they felt safer in a group.
When he finished, he realized he was hungry again. It was past supper time, but he might find a café still open. He dressed, putting on the same shirt, and left his room.
Down the street he found a small restaurant that was still open. It wasnât late for saloons, but for restaurants it was different. Most of them had closed, the cooks and waiters and waitresses having gone home to their families.
Bartenders, saloon girls, gamblers, their lives really began when the sun went down.
âClosing?â he asked the waiter.
âNot while youâre here, sir,â the man said. âWe donât turn away paying customers.â
Clint sat and ordered a steak dinner. The waiter went into the kitchen, there was some shouting, and then a man in an apron stormed out. The waiter came out after him.
âWho was that?â Clint asked.
The cook,â the waiter said, âbut donât worry, I can make a steak.â
âI donât want to cause troubleââ
âThat was my partner,â the man said. âHe has a big ego, and heâs always