have to answer to anyone here, and it wouldn’t matter if that really was what was on his mind.
Dawn took him into her room and closed the door behind them, sliding the bolt to lock the rest of the world outside. “Over here,” she said.
Again Longarm followed. But this time he was becoming just the least bit suspicious. If Dawn wanted to talk, why was she taking him to the bed? She
…
She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Her breath was warm and quick, and he could feel her tongue probing his mouth. It was not an unpleasant sensation. Not at all.
“Look, Dawn, if you …”
“Shh! Please. I … need you.”
“I don’t understand. What would you …” Again she hushed him, her mouth hot and eager on his.
“Please.” Her hands were busy undoing the buttons of his shirt. And then of his fly. She reached inside his trousers and had no difficulty finding his cock. He was already hard as a tent pole in natural response to the pretty girl’s attentions.
“You’re so big,” she whispered. “And handsome and clean too.”
“Look, I think …”
“Shh! Please. Please.” She spread his shirt open and pressed her palms warm and soft on his chest. She dipped her head and gently, slowly began to lick Longarm’s nipples.
The sensations of it tingled all the way down into his crotch, drawing his balls tight and driving him half mad with pleasure as Dawn alternately suckled and licked at masculine nipples turned suddenly hard and as erect as a pecker.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, a coquettish smile curling and twisting at the corners of her mouth.
“You know damn good and well that it does.” Dawn giggled. And licked him again and again. “Why?” Longarm asked.
She ignored him.
Still busy sucking and licking his chest, she began at the same time to disrobe him, pulling articles of clothing away and tossing them aside. His coat and vest and shirt first.
She fumbled with the buckle of his gunbelt. Longarm handled that for her, and draped the big Colt over the bedpost at the head of the narrow bed where Dawn worked.
“Oh, my,” she whispered when she pushed his trousers down and knelt to pull them off him. “It’s so pretty. So nice.” She affirmed that opinion by running the tip of her tongue lightly along the underside of his cock. The thing jerked and bounced in response, and Dawn laughed happily at the reaction she caused there. “So clean. It smells nice. You know?”
Longarm suspected he did not appreciate the significance of that half as much as the girl did.
Dawn peeled his clothes off for him right down past his socks, then shed the abbreviated dress she’d been wearing downstairs.
She really was a pretty girl, he thought. Her hair was pinned back in a tidy bun and she still wore her spectacles. Nothing else now, just the glasses. They made her look bookish and prim.
Prim? Naked and yet prim? Dawn managed to make those two seeming opposites compatible.
“Fuck me now?” she said. “Please?”
She lay on the bed and held her arms up to him.
Longarm knelt between her thighs and looked down at the girl who was smiling up at him.
“Please?” she asked.
His erection was so powerful he was throbbing and bouncing, and it was no great chore for him to comply with the girl’s repeated requests. He leaned forward, and Dawn reached down to capture his cock in both hands and guide it into her moist and ready depths.
Hot flesh enveloped and delighted him, and he held himself still once he was socketed deep inside Dawn’s slim body.
He held himself motionless, poised there while her vaginal walls pulsed and clenched to give a sense of movement where there was none.
She lay as still as he was, and yet the feeling between them was as if her hips were pumping and her body writhing.
“Good?” she asked.
“Better than good,” he acknowledged. “You already know that.”
“I like to hear it anyway.”
“All right. You are good. Very good.”
“Do I please you?”
“You please me very much.”
Dawn smiled. And began to rotate her hips in a slow, circular pattern that had his cock doing a most delightful dance within her.
“Shall I …?”
