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Again, Scharlie did his bidding. She stood before him, chest
heaving in excitement as she waited for his next dictate. He perused
her up and down before bending to take her puckered nipple, visible
through her thin chemise, into his mouth. She gasped and arched her
back as pleasure shot down her spine.
You like that? he asked, lifting his head.
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Scharlie nodded, waiting. He reached for the ribbon that held her
chemise up and pulled it loose. The material fluttered to pool around
her feet, leaving her before him, naked and exposed.
But before she could let that settle into embarrassment, Cassidy
ducked his head again and took both of her breasts in his hands. He
brought the right up first to suck on the nipple, pulling on the turgid
point gently with his teeth while his fingers rolled the left one
between his fingers. The sensations tore through her like a tornado,
leaving her weak in the knees and yearning for more.
Please, she whispered.
He let her go and stepped back. His eyes had narrowed into slits,
and a muscle jumped in his jaw. He may like to give commands, but
Scharlie realized he was just as affected by the foreplay as she was.
Take off my clothes like you took Garrett s off, he told her.
Scharlie moved in a daze, turned on by her shamelessness. She
felt empowered by his response to her even though he was the one
giving all the orders. Her hands trembled as she fumbled to remove
his clothing. His cock jutted proudly in front of him, and she could
see the tip of it weeping with juice.
Cassidy took hold of her upper arms and walked her backward to
the bed. When her knees connected, she fell and immediately scooted
herself back as Cassidy stalked her on his hands and knees, like a lion
getting ready to pounce his prey.
And just as his body covered hers, he balanced on his knees and
flipped her onto her stomach. Scharlie grunted as Cassidy hiked her
hips upward, and she used her arms to keep from being smothered by
her pillow.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he leaned over her back to
whisper in her ear, Do you want me to fuck you, Scharlie? You have
to tell me.
Almost beyond words, she nodded.
Tell me!
Yes! she panted. Take me. Fuck me. Please!
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That was all the urging he needed. His thumb slid down to find
her wet slit and used that as a guide to fill her with one thrust. Both
gasped at the electric shock of being joined for the first time. He felt
different than Garrett, thicker perhaps. Cassidy wrapped his free arm
around her as he rocked in and out, not letting her escape for one
moment. He possessed her, dominated her, but she loved every part of
it. His thumb moved up her crack until it found her puckered hole,
and, using some of the moisture from their joined bodies, slipped into
her back door.
At first it was uncomfortable, a harsh intrusion to the bliss she felt
as he pumped into her. She squirmed, trying to get away, but
Cassidy s hold was much stronger. Wet slurping noises filled the
room with each thrust. The smell of sex invaded her nostrils. She felt
wild, a savage, primitive beast without thought beyond the pleasure of
it. Cassidy was relentless, pounding into her until their bodies were
slick with sweat. She wanted more and started moving her hips back
to meet every move of thrusts. His thumb went deeper and mimicked
his cock, in and out, in and out. She moaned. She thrashed. She
panted out her need.
More, she cried. Harder! Yes! Yes! Cassidy!
The plateau fell from under her, and for a moment she soared.
Rapture, pure euphoria, carried her away.
It took her a few seconds to realize that Cassidy was still. When
the haze cleared from her eyes, she saw that he watched her with a
feral light in his eyes. He withdrew from her and turned her over.
What she started to say, but shut up as Cassidy stuck his
index finger into her mouth.
Suck it, he ordered. Pretend it s Garrett s cock.
She did as she was told, tasting a musky tartness and realizing it
must be her own essence. Behind her, Cassidy raised her hips and
spread her legs apart, exposing her most intimate place.
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He leaned in and blew against it, startling her. And then his other
hand collected her cream and rubbed against her back hole. She
moaned, half-afraid and half-excited.
And then he was over her, pushing in, going very slowly. It hurt,
more than she thought it would, and burned. She shifted and tried to
pull away, but he held her firmly and pushed his finger even more
into her mouth. She used it to bite, knowing she caused him just as
much pain as he was causing her, but rather than stop, Cassidy simply
moaned and pushed more.
Then finally he was seated all the way inside her. She stopped
biting and breathed, and for moment neither of them moved. The pain
subsided from her ass, the burning turning into something different.
And then he pulled back before pushing back in, and Scharlie realized
that the burn had twisted into unbelievable pleasure.
Again he withdrew only to plunge back, and this time Scharlie
met his thrust.
That s it, baby, he grunted. Your ass is so tight! Fuck me with
it.
The dirty words only added to the intensity of the act. In and out
Cassidy fucked her with deep strokes. He took away his finger to grip
her hips, and she reached with her finger to touch her clit, massaging
it in time with his thrusts.
Suddenly he gave a strangulated cry. Scharlie felt warmth flood
her inside, and another crest of passion swept over her. Cassidy was
gasping, clutching her hips, giving a few last ardent thrusts. She felt
their combined passion trickling down her thighs, and then he
collapsed onto her, flattening her to the bed.
She was exhausted, replete. Cassidy moved off her, to the side, his
arm cradled around her. She felt his lips on her shoulder just as she
tumbled into a dreamless sleep.
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Chapter Ten
Two days later, Scharlie was in her small garden, weeding,
enjoying the warm weather. Cassidy and Garrett had gone into town
for supplies, and she had decided to tend to her very broken vegetable
patch. The tornado had ripped most of it away, but enough had been
spared to give her an adequate supply for this year s canning.
After a few hours in the sun, she decided to take a break and
headed toward the house. She took off her hat and wiped her face
with her apron. When she pushed open the front door, the smell of
cigar hit her, and she paused, eyes wide. Unease traveled over her
skin like wisps of smoke because even though nothing in the house
was disturbed, Scharlie knew that someone had been there. The cigar
smell was thick and cloying, almost choking her with the lingering
fumes.
Her first instinct was to run away, leave the house and find
Cassidy and Garrett. But sanity returned. If someone had been in the
house, then she had to make sure whoever it was had left, and she had
no idea when the men would be back.
Moving cautiously, Scharlie immediately went into the kitchen,
where she grabbed a knife. The tornado had taken all her utensils with
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