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edge of the bed.
    â€œYou really know how to torture a fella,” he rasped.
    â€œAm I hurting you?”
    Longarm took another deep swallow of rye. “Real bad.”
    â€œLet me know if you’d like me to stop.”
    He glanced down at her hand manipulating his iron-hard shaft and then at the cloth that had nearly cleaned all the dried blood from around the bullet graze in his side. “You seem like the sorta girl who finishes a job once she starts it.”
    She smiled, then leaned down once more and took his long, hot, throbbing length into her mouth. She sucked him expertly until he came, spurting his jism down her throat while she held her mouth taut against him. She gagged as she swallowed, her own body quivering, scissoring her long, bare legs against him, her throat expanding and contracting against the head of his shaft and increasing his pleasure until he thought the head on his shoulders would explode, as well.
    When he’d spent himself, she lifted her head, tossed her hair back in that deliciously sensual, female way of hers, swallowed, and drew a deep breath. “Christ, I thought I was going to drown!”
    She took the bottle from him and took a long pull, not reacting to the harsh burn. Obviously, she was accustomed to hard liquor.
    Longarm flopped back against the bed, his muscles still reverberating from the pleasure of her mouth. The preliminaries out of the way, she finished cleaning the wound and then bandaged it while he lay dozing dreamily beside her, taking occasional drinks from the bottle. When the bandage was secure, he rose to a sitting position, placed his hands on her shoulders, and lifted her up onto the bed, so that they were both lying lengthways on top of it.
    â€œAren’t you tired?” she said, smiling and brusquely rubbing her hands through his close-cropped hair. “After being wounded and having, if you don’t mind my saying, one hell of a blowjob?”
    â€œNo, but if you want to go to sleep, I can find a warm place in the barn.”
    She gritted her teeth and drew his head down to hers. “Don’t you dare not plunder me with that big organ of yours!” she laughed, reaching down between them and wrapping her hand around his cock, groaning with anticipation when she found it fully erect once more.
    Longarm slid the organ of topic between her thighs, which she spread wide for him, grunting and groaning and hooking her hands around her ankles to spread her knees even wider. “Oh, gawd!” she rasped, tipping her head back on the pillow and arching her back. “You’re gonna cleave me in
two
!”
    He hammered against her for about fifteen minutes, mindless of the racket they were kicking up, with the bedsprings singing and the headboard slamming against the wall with each savage thrust, until he fairly exploded inside of her. She groaned through clenched teeth and released her ankles to dig her hands into his ass as they spasmed together, Longarm thrusting against her while she bucked up against him, welcoming his seed.
    Fortunately, someone downstairs, in the drinking hall, was playing a raucous fiddle, and that probably covered most of the racket and even the girl’s final, shrill love scream.
    Longarm remained suspended over her on his outstretched arms and on the tips of his toes until his prick started softening. He pulled out of her and rolled to the side. She rolled against him, curling into a ball, her hair hiding her face.
    â€œOh, Christ, you plundered me, all right. I’ve never been assaulted by anything that big. Who the hell are you, anyway?”
    Longarm lay on his back, catching his breath. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He extended a big hand to her. “Custis P. Long of the U.S. Marshals Service. You can call me Longarm. All my friends do.”
    â€œHi, Longarm,” the girl said. “I’m Catherine.”
    â€œPleased to meet you,