Ah. Heaven. It was like my cock was made for her warm, eager mouth. Pippa hoovered away with such enthusiasm I felt the jizz surge up the underside of my cock immediately. She sure knew how to use that tongue, and I hardly needed to give voice to my lusty urgings.
But it gave a sexy edge to the scene, looking down at the small-boned woman gulping my long, thick cock. “That’s it. Suck my dick, girl. Use your tongue. I know you know how. Don’t act like you’ve never—ah.” Again, I had to press her back from me, my hand against her forehead this time. Being seated so deeply in her hot little mouth was proving to be too much for me. She was turning the tables on me, topping from the bottom, turning out to be such an eager little wench.
She bounced more rapidly up and down this time. I realized with a shock she was rubbing her labia against her heel. And I thought I was the depraved one! “Noooo, Fox. Come back. I want your cock,” she whined.
I panted to bring the heat down, keeping my penis just an inch from her hungry mouth. “No. Wait. We need a safeword. We need—”
“Oh, screw it.” She dove in for the kill, swallowing my cock like it was a sword.
I knew I was a goner. I unbuckled my chaps to give myself more freedom. They fell to my knees as I just let her work her magic.
This time I was speechless. I threw my head back and allowed myself to be carried away by a vortex of passion. There was much more to that little woman at my feet than met the eye. Not only was she sassy, bold, a firecracker—she was an energetic cocksucker too. She suckled me right down to the root of my prick and back out again to tickle my slit with her tantalizing tongue. Each time she speared my cock down her throat I thought I’d come, and just in time she’d back off, laving the head lovingly with the flat of her tongue.
“Pippa—God, I—Pippa—agh!”
All at once I erupted inside her hot mouth. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, the delicious spasms in my groin forcing the ejaculate out, flowing over Pippa’s tonsils. I pumped that little woman full of jizz, and she seemed to be gulping every last drop. A plane roared overhead, shaking the walls of the room as it approached, then wailing off in a Doppler effect as it departed. I found myself panting so heavily I nearly hyperventilated, still draining into Pippa’s throat.
She detached with a loud smack. “Mm!” she declared. “You know, if you untie my hands, I could hold your big, beautiful cock. I could hold it up, and get underneath your balls, and—”
“Enough!” I said, back in command now. Sliding my hands through her underarms, I yanked her to her feet, tossing her back on the bed. She crossed her ankles as she leaned back on her bound hands, glancing coyly at me. “Now listen! We got to get one thing fucking straight.”
“I’m listening, master,” she said with a glint in her eye.
I stuffed my half-erect cock away, buckled up the giant silver buckle. “No more leaving town.”
“Aye aye.”
“And another. You’re staying with me at Lytton’s until this whole mess blows over.”
She suppressed a giggle. “Blows over.”
I frowned. It was hard to look dignified when adjusting chaps around your crotch. “It’ll be convenient for you anyway, being close to your bud and breakfast.”
She nodded. “Bud and breakfast.”
“And we have to agree.” Whipping out a jackknife from its holster around my waist, I sat on the bed next to her and cut her ties. “Never, under any circumstances, can any Boner know about your past. You being Flavia Brooks, the Joneses, none of that. You’re strictly Pippa Lofting from San Francisco, running from an abusive ex.”
“Oh, I agree,” she said wholeheartedly. Once her hand was freed, it went to the back of my neck, my Ezekiel tattoo. “Let me see the whole thing. I’ve never seen you without your shirt on.”
I obliged, tossing the muscle tank onto a pillow. Her fingers roamed the ink. “I might have to let a few Boners know about my past to make a show of trust. But your past? Never.”
“Can you tell me? Was Kightlinger sleeping with your wife?”
I snorted. “Why do people use such a silly euphemism? ‘Sleeping with.’ It sounds like they had a play date. Try fucking. Yes, I found out after I killed him that he’d been fucking my wife the whole time, a year maybe, and I hadn’t bought a clue. I had challenged him to a gunfight to protect her honor. I even gave each of us an equal chance, with two impartial guys acting as seconds to make sure there was no cheating. I got him fair and square. It would’ve been nice to walk away from it with no charges, sure. But when I found a bunch of cheesy love letters on Lola’s laptop dating back a year, that’s when I ran. Mostly away from her. Suddenly I wasn’t so willing to go to jail for decades over what was essentially a cuckold situation. When I thought I was defending her honor? Sure. When I was just being a chump? Not so much.”