Satisfying Her Desires In Bed

ou. I just made my

ut your fantasies.

g, darlin'." He nuzzled her temple, tracking soft, moist kisses up her hairlin

in her pussy. This wild man could make he

idly stroked the damp skin beneath the waistband of her jeans on her lower back. "I like your fi

eroticism in his simple

to see how far y

by me. Or tied up, trussed up, any way I want you. At my ever

talking, sweet-talking man mad

ol

d really is doin', come talk to me

ut

e me, C

. But

m dyin' to show you wha

sture exploded in her pa

bout me, mate

d less than two feet away, his hands rested ac

're a lucky fella, that's all." He tipped his h

nd. Remember

appeared out the side door, a preda

nd and jerked her in

and King Cheese

ing r

him and his buddy, Trevo

kes you

ather around them? Not that I begrudge the blokes for taking their pick of pussy, but crike

ned hands touching her. Two hot, hungry mouths, kissing, tasting, licking, tormenting

stening

een them doing...th

" He leaned in so she heard the full account. "They had this young chickie stretched out naked over

there w

ose kind of wom

they doin

inese fire drill. Laughing, carrying on. They've no shame, either of them. No respect for women either, if you ask me. Then joking a

. "Umm

m their other travel

that bloke rubs

uired an abrupt switc

won the wet T

ould have. You've got

y. He yanked up the damp shirt

med. "Hello? W

S

go back to the room." She tugged

t the minute I want to touch them, they're off-limits? Crike

"What is wrong with you tonight?

N

knock

y. "Little Miss Prim and

enough that it brought tears to

how you wer

ave you bee

up with belligerence. "I ough

hy

ttle liquid courage

or what

and he dry humped her. "A few beers would loosen you up. When you gonna gi

n her cheeks, Channing

h both hands, hauling herself up until th

? Or knowing you're a hypocrite for begging me to use my fingers

ng disgusts me." She wasn't ashamed of a thing they'd done behind closed doors.

ruth sting a

him off tonight. Before she could formulate a snappy response

g dark hair he wore in a braid, he had a grin as wide as the brim of his black Stetson. Cash was a little older tha

'm not interrupti

rled. "What the bloo

nded Channing her trophy. "You forgot it on the bar. Wouldn't want some

ks, C

t a silver cell phone to Jar

"Appreciate it. Now

Cash to take her back to the motel. Let Jared sort out his

ing for a tip?"

tying look before addressing Jared. "Your wife called your phone while I was in t

he antelope-horn chande

Channing

d to hers then flitted

'd lied to her. Guilt, sham

on Cash to

dly swung the trophy and clocke

led to t

t had she done? What

rison wearing orange paper shoes

's hat. She gingerly touched his head. A big bump protruded from the back of his neck. No bl

of relief

ugger, y

sh. "No. Cash. Plea

You don't seem the type to me

nces did not include b

ease get me out of here.

ab his boots. Let's move him outta the way fi

a dark corner, he came around. He plopped his lop

t any shame. Only anger

"You stayin' at the