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Shy s laughter faded.
Four. Five. Six.
The insistent pulsing faded from his vision. Seven. Eight. Nine.
 Jack? She touched his cheek.
Ten.
Nine.
A responsible man would back away, let Tommy do what must be done, and feed as
best he could from proximity. He rose, only shaking a little, and kissed her full lips. Shy, my
Lorelei. A responsible man would never have held her this long.
Eight. Seven.
I won t let you go.
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Six. Relief at making the decision settled him. The scent was enticing now, not
overpowering. Part of Lorelei. Part of my Shy-girl.
He abandoned the count to concentrate on unbuttoning her flannel shirt. Why were a
woman s buttons so small? Because a woman s hands are small. Dainty. Everything about her
was smaller, more delicate.
Including her ass.
If she were a man, he could yank her hips forward and bury his greased cock in this
bared ass right now.
One plunge -- with Tommy to hold the guy down if he fought it.
Hard fucking was good for a man, for both men. Once he got a taste for a solid ass-
reaming, a man didn t even need much grease. The Mobile Huntsmen swore a good slicking
of sweat -- and sometimes blood -- was all a real man needed. And they swore the blood was
worth it.
Tommy certainly reeled like a happy drunk after one of his guys reamed him, even
when he carried a faint whiff of blood.
But Shy...no.
Lace cupped her breasts. He kissed each nipple through the lace, feeling them knot up
against his tongue, and pulled her hips gently toward the front edge of the seat.
She was wet, her plump lips open a little in anticipation. He sat on his heels and drank
in the aroma of her cream. Her own aroma, a gift to him, a reminder of her feminine
delicacy.
Hooking his arms about her hips, he leaned in and explored, caressing with the tip and
the edge and the rough flat of his tongue, gauging her responses to each kind of pressure and
friction.
Shy dug her fingers into his shoulders.  Mmmm...Now that there s what I call a French
kiss.
He laughed, and nipped the tender skin of her inner thigh. Then he zeroed in on the
target. Leisurely loving was for after the hunt.
Right now, she needs to come hard and good.
He swirled his tongue between her folds and around her clit, slow and rhythmic. Shy
was particularly sensitive to rhythm.
She moaned, rocking her hips to meet his gradually increasing pace.
His hunger rose again, fed by the passion in her moans.
Behind the chair, Tommy ground his teeth. Jack shot him a warning glare and focused
his own desire on Shy s needs, on building the tempo for her..
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Her pent energies gathered, shimmering around her in the candlelight. He freed one
hand and wet his thumb in her cream. She rocked, panting, whipping her head back and
forth. Close. So close.
Sealing his next kiss on her clit, he sucked. At the same moment, he pushed his thumb
into her tight, hot ass. She gasped, pushing against his thumb eagerly and clutching his hair.
 Come, he ordered roughly, and closed his mouth on her.
She came with a cry.  Jack!
He held her tight, sucking in the glorious richness of her passion. Her thighs quivered
in time to the fluttering inside her puss, and her ass squeezed his thumb as if milking it.
Half drunk in her pleasure, he fought for a shadow of clarity. Her ass was ready. A few
seconds of her milking action and he d go off too. He sat on the towel, his legs spread.  Slide
forward, Shy, off the edge of the chair. Squat over my lap.
She laughed weakly.  You re crazy. I d fall down.
I won t let you fall. Keeping his thumb in her throbbing ass, he tugged gently. She
came forward, supporting her own weight. His cock strained toward her ass, the foreskin
retracting in the liberal layer of cream.  Hold there, Shy.
She paused. He positioned his cock, using his thumb as a guide.  Carefully now. Come
down slowly and carefully. Stop if the angle is wrong.
 How would I know?
 The pain isn t supposed to be sharp-edged.
 Well, go-o-olly! So glad I asked. But she laughed, breathlessly.
 You re welcome, he muttered. Profound heat and tightness swallowed the slick head
of his cock.
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