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man, and she craved more from him.

“Roman?” she whispered against his shirt.

“What baby?”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

“That’s probably not a good idea…”

“I need to forget. I need to escape the fear and pain. Please, just…”

For several moments it seemed like he was going to deny her, but then he

took a step back and scooped her up in his arms. Locking her hands behind his

neck she tangled her fingers in his brown locks as he dropped his mouth to hers

for a hot kiss. They feasted on each other, seeking comfort in the sensuality of

their coming together, and she felt it from the top of her head to her toenails.

When they finally broke apart, she met his eyes, pleased that he looked as shaken

as she felt.

“Not here. Not the first time,” he said, spinning away from the back door

and hurrying away.

“What? Where are we going?” She was confused and turned on.

“Guest house. Hundred yards back. Empty right now.” His words were

clipped and she wondered if it was because he was hauling her weight around.

“Well then, put me down. I can walk.” She demanded.

“Fuck no. I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind. I want you too

much.”

Pleasure rippled through her, and she laughed loudly. As they went into the

small cabin she could still hear the sound echoing off the trees behind them.

Chapter 12

Roman didn’t pause long enough for Franki to take a look at her

surroundings. He was overjoyed and hard as a rock that she’d instigated this

moment between the two of them, and he was terrified she’d change her mind.

The massive king size bed loomed in the dark bedroom as he barreled his way in

with an armful of delicious woman. She was still laughing when he dropped her

on the bed and tumbled down on top of her, silencing her pleasure with his

mouth.

She tasted like sweet tea and warm sunshine, and he feasted on her lips and

tongue as if he was a man dying from starvation. Her sexy curves fit perfectly

against him, and he loved the way she spread her thighs letting him sink down

between them. There wasn’t a chance in hell she could miss the raging hard-on

behind his zipper with him planted firmly between her legs—even through two

layers of denim.

Her breasts heaved under her shirt when she finally tugged her lips free and

took a breath.

“Damn, cowboy. You sure can kiss.”

Grinning like a loon, he let his fingers find the hem of her shirt and the soft

skin beneath. “So can you. Since that first time we kissed al I’ve thought about is

getting another taste of you.” He rocked his hips forward, grinding his dick

against her covered pussy and she gasped, “Holding you in my arms, and sinking

deep inside of you…”

“Oh, my god.” Her moan was sensual, and it set his heart racing. What

would she sound like when she came? Would she be loud and scream his name to

the heavens, or would she whimper quietly and come on a sweet sigh? He

couldn’t wait to find out.

Pushing at her shirt he exposed her tanned belly, and grinned with delight at

the navel ring adorning her abdomen. “Cheese and biscuits that’s sexy as hell.”

“I got it when I was eighteen. Sort of a spur of the moment thing, but I liked

it so I’ve left it in.” Her eyes glowed like a pair of blue candle fames, and the

fullness of her perfectly pouty lips called out to him. She was the most beautiful

sight he’d seen and he’d barely skimmed the surface.

Easing the cotton t-shirt higher, he helped her shrug it off, and then quickly

divested her of her modest, nude-colored bra. She wrinkled her nose at it when

he tugged it away from her ful breasts, and he chuckled. “What’s that look for,

baby?”

“I didn’t know…I mean…I probably would have picked something different

to wear if I’d known someone would be seeing that tonight.” Her hands were still

hiding her breasts from view.

Tossing the bra to the foor, he bent and stole another kiss from her before

moving his lips lower to her jaw and throat. “You’re perfect in whatever you’re

wearing,” he murmured against her collarbone before tugging her hands away

from her stunning breasts. “Or not wearing. You’re absolutely perfect.”

It was clear by the pleasure on her face that she appreciated his words, but

he wanted her to believe them too. Resting on his elbows he cupped the pillowy

mounds and squeezed them gently earning a heavy sigh from her when he

tweaked her nipples.

“Mmm…you’re sensitive, huh?” He grazed one hardened tip with his

fingernail. She shivered underneath him, and his mouth watered. “Good, don’t

be shy. Tell me what you like.”

“Just don’t stop.” She moaned, her head rolling on the bed as he began to

massage her breasts in his hands. They overfowed his grip, and his balls

tightened when he finally sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Her skin was

soft against his tongue. A perfect complement to the firmness of her engorged

nip. He couldn’t get enough of the taste or feel of her. She arched her back and

brought both hands up to squeeze them together to create a deep cleavage for

him to run his tongue up and down.

His enjoyment of her tits was only making his cock harder and his pants

tighter. Releasing her long enough to reach down and unbutton his Levi’s, he

groaned when his dick popped free. Her tiny hand reached immediately for him,

and her touch felt like hot satin when she wrapped her fingers around his length.

“Sweet Jesus.” He murmured, before taking her nipple back into his mouth

and biting it gently.

She continued to fondle his cock. “Um, you know, it’s been a while for me,

and you’re pretty big.” She sounded breathless.

“We’ll go slow. I would never hurt you, Franki.” He lifted his head and met

her eyes, fully aware that they were nearing the point of no return. Suddenly

doubts filled his brain and he second guessed himself for bringing her here.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I throw you off your game, Romeo?” she teased,

ficking her own fingernail over the crown of his cock and making him hiss.

“I just want to be sure that you’re sure. I don’t want you to…” he hesitated

and her eyes widened.

“What? Regret this tomorrow?” she asked. He nodded, and rested his check

over her heart, his nose just and inch from the sweet peak of her breast. “Roman

Freemont, I might have pushed you away since the day I met you, but you and I

both know this was inevitable. I want you. If you’re not sure you want me—”

“Fuck that. You know I want you, baby.” He scolded, pushing his cock

deeper into her fist. “No doubt about it.”

“Then stop asking questions and help me get my pants off. I don’t want to

think about…everything. I just want to escape with you for now.”

Her words sounded good, but her tone was still hollow with sadness and

desperation. The situation she was in was terrible, and he was afraid that she was

using him to create a false sense of place that she’d ultimately run away from.

However, with his dick in her hand, and her beautiful tits against his chest there

was no way he was going to resist her, no matter her reasons.

Taking her at her word, he reached for the zipper on her snug blue jeans,

and eased it down, hearing the snap at the top give. It took only a moment to

strip them off and bare her beautifully shaved pussy to his gaze.

“That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He said, pushing her knees apart

to get a better look. She giggled with embarrassment and tried to close her legs.

“Oh no you don’t. If this is the only night I can get you naked I’m damn sure

going to commit the images to memory.” Bending he kissed the top of her

mound. “And savor every kiss, lick, and taste.” His tongue slid up her slit and she

whimpered underneath him.

Her pussy lips were plump just like her gorgeous breasts and hips. He loved

the way he could tease his tongue up and down her juicy opening to gather her

cream. Like a fine wine, she was both tart and sweet on his taste buds, and her

musky scent drove him wild. Parting her labia he got his first good look at the

pink inside of her juicy pussy. Glistening with cream just for him, she wriggled

under his intense stare.

“Are you going to just look at it all night?” she complained. “I’m not getting

any younger cowboy.”

A sharp smack on her pussy drew a strangled cry from her throat and she

glared down at him in shock. “No smart assery allowed in bed,” he scolded.

“Hey I let you in, so obviously we’ve allowed dumb assery, why not smart

assery?” she taunted, receiving another sharp slap on her exposed clit this time.

“Fuck it! That hurts!”

“Liar.” He shot back. “You’re making a puddle on the bedspread you’re so

turned on. Don’t taunt the man with your cunt in his hand, Miss Scott. You may

regret it.”

“Fine! Just do something, please! Touch me!”

Such a pretty plea couldn’t be ignored, so he dropped his mouth down over

her pussy, and proceeded to ease the stinging fesh with his tongue. Slick and silky

smooth he circled her opening several times without actually breaching her, and

then ficked just the tip of his tongue against her clit making her squeal and

tangle her hands in his long hair. The tugs on his locks stung, and his balls felt like

they were in a vice. Damn, she was a wild one.

Unable to keep eating her pussy while his jeans strangled his cock, he

lurched away from her to strip, never once taking his eyes off of her golden form

as she wriggled on the bed, helplessly turned on. Before he could resume his

position between her thighs, her own hands slid between them, spreading her lips

wide to diddle her clit with her fingers.

“Holy hell,” he muttered, gripping his cock in his fist and squeezing the base

hard to keep from coming at the beautiful sight in front of him.

A perfect Venus de Milo, she was soft curves, pink cheeks, and sexy sounds.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch for long or he’d embarrass himself. Grabbing

her ankles, he yanked her butt to the edge of the mattress so that his cock was

almost perfectly aligned with her open pussy. With just a slight stoop he could fit

himself right inside…

“Wait!” she cried out. His iron hard dick jumped in his hand, and his eyes

shot to hers. She was so fushed that he wasn’t sure if she was actually blushing

from embarrassment or desire at this point, but her one word request sent a zip of

ice down his spine. “Condom?

“Mother trucker in a backwoods ditch.” He cursed, forcing himself to take a

step backwards even though his dick was pointing to the heaven between her

thighs like a divining rod. “I might have one in my wallet.”

He rushed to find his jeans, tossing his shirt across the room in his haste, and

dumping the contents of his pockets all over the foor as he jiggled the leather

wallet free.

There, in the back sat one condom. It had been there for months. Unused

because most of the women he’d slept with took him to their place where they

had a supply of their own. Swallowing hard, and sending up a prayer of thanks

to Sera Crawley for teaching him to always be prepared, he spun and waved the

small plastic square at her.

“We’re good,” he said, hurrying back to her side.

She’d risen up on her elbows so that she could see him better, and her heels

were propped on the edge of the bed. No porn star had ever looked so good. Her

megawatt smile was his reward as he tore the package open with his teeth and

carefully drew out the necessary protection. Once cloaked, his cock literally

twitched in her pussy’s direction, and he resumed his place.

Her blue eyes held his when the head of his dick spread her sweet labia

open, and he began to stretch her passage. “Easy…” she whispered. Her head fell

back, and her dark hair, mussed and sexy as hell, was spread around her.

Resisting the urge to pile drive his aching member into her depths, he

pushed forward and pul ed back in short micro thrusts, taking no more than an

inch each time. Ever so slowly their two bodies melded into one, and he fil ed her

completely. Like a scorching hot hug, she enveloped him perfectly, as if they were

puzzle pieces that had just been waiting to slip into place.

Stars twinkled in his vision, but he was focused on her and her alone,

determined to hear his name on her lips when she exploded around him. Her

elbows were unable to hold her once he began his steady thrusting, and she fell

back on the bed, stretching her abdomen, allowing him to sink deeper as she

wrapped her thighs around his hips.

He was barely aware of his knees hitting the wooden footboard, and her

fingers clawing at the bedspread beneath her. She was a drug, and he couldn’t get

enough. He’d never experienced anything so intense in his life. No woman had

ever seemed to reach inside him when he was actually inside of her, and yet

somehow Franki seemed to have a figurative hand on his heart while they made

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