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him.
    “Wash me,” he told her, hands on his hips, the spray
cascading over both of them.
    She shook water from her face. “Determined cuss, aren’t
you?”
    He crushed her to him, his cock stiff as steel, rising
between her pussy lips. “You asked for it.”
    “I did.” Smiling, she slithered against him, rubbed her
nipples still in the clamps on his furry chest and purred like a cat in heat.
One good fuck deserved another, didn’t it? She found his cock with two wet
hands, measured the size of him and groaned in appreciation. “A sheriff who
never tires,” she praised him for getting hard again so fast. “No outlaw can
outrun that.” Reaching for soap, she turned away and he caught her back to him,
pressing his rigid erection against her ass.
    “Did you want to?” He took her soap and created suds over
her breasts, down her rib cage and into her pussy. “Hmm?”
    It took her forever to recover her mind as he delved into
every little fold of her labia and washed her to perfection. Swirling around,
back into his embrace, she grinned. “Some varmints deserve to be caught.”
    “Others need to be punished.”
    “And some know a few good ways to get out of jail fast.”
    “What’s yours?” he challenged, his voice rough and dry as
dust.
    “Got a favorite one, Sheriff?” She stroked him.
    “Yeah.” His purple eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Suck me.”
    “Thought you’d never ask.” And at that she sank to her knees
and found before her the longest, reddest, thickest cock with a cute little
left hook.
    She put her mouth to the red-hot head and kissed him. Trying
him on for size, she swirled her lips around his helmet and felt her cunt swell
and pulse in urgent demand. She placed one hand to his base—all hard man. Found
his balls with the other and rolled the Coltrane family jewels as reverently as
if she were juggling diamonds. He braced himself, the sides of his feet flush
against the shower walls, his hands gripping her shoulders. Smiling, she ran
her open mouth along the sweet length of his cock, then sucked the head into
her mouth, fast and needy. He let out a yell at her power. She knew now she
could rock his world, and she went all out for it. He cursed. He growled. He
moaned and when she couldn’t bear it any longer and she herself came with the
naughtiest pounding in her pussy, she felt him lose control and come, his shot
true and straight. His release was a shuddering, powerful thing that had him
snorting like a stag in rut as she swallowed all he had to give.
    He thrust open the glass shower door and led her out.
Pulling her along, he pushed her through to the bedroom and to the edge of the
bed, found a condom and slapped it in her hand. Armed and dangerous, she knew
he couldn’t be ready again so soon. But damn if she wasn’t. Her core was still
pulsing, as he pushed her back, widened her thighs and sank between them.
    With a deft tongue, he teased her clit until she bit her
lips in need. His fingers felt like heaven as he parted her folds and put his
mouth to her inner core. Boneless and panting, she lay back, feeling and
hearing him licking and kissing her, sucking up all her juices and pressing one
palm to her inner thigh to pin her to the mattress.
    Her body had never been so ravished. Her pussy never so
thoroughly savored. Her limbs never spread so wide. Her mind never so
completely consumed by the raging sensation of his tongue and his teeth and his
lips. His fingers that drove up inside her and pleasured her G-spot. His hands
that pulled her down to the carpet. His cock—oh thank you, god—that prodded her
leg.
    “Put that on me,” he told her and bit her earlobe.
    She pushed him away. He was at half-mast and at her touch,
his shaft rose and lengthened. Rejoicing at her lucky day, she caught a yell in
the back of her throat. But with her mind focused on the future and two flicks
of her wrist, she had him dressed and ready for the next round. He filled her
up and with a