Wild to the Bone Read Online Free PDF Page A

swollen head through her snatch once more. “Eastern boy?”
    â€œNo eastern boy, silly. I went to a school for girls, and Emma Willard doesn’t allow conjugal visits.” Cybill giggled. “Oh, fuck, that feels good. Could you start fucking me just a little faster, Bear? If you don’t, I fear my heart is going to burst!”
    â€œShhh!”
    â€œOK,” she said, giggling.
    â€œWho was it?” he wheezed, fucking her only slightly faster. The friction made his cock feel as if the fire had been stoked ten degrees hotter beneath that honey pot.
    â€œA young cowboy . . . in my father’s employ,” she said between labored breaths. “Back at the . . . ranch—oh, Jesus, I feel like I’m being fucked with a pump handle !”
    Haskell chuckled. “You mean, before you left home?”
    â€œThat’s why Father . . . finally let me go . . . to New York and attend the school I’d been dreaming of attending . . . ever since I’d read about it in Harper’s Magazine . He caught me and Jimmy doing it like this . . . or not quite like this ! . . . in the old bunkhouse. On a pile of horse blankets. Oh, it sounds so . . . so dirty to talk about it like this . . . with you . . . here . . . now. With your cock inside me!”
    â€œMusta been quite a shock to the old man.”
    Cybill giggled. “At the time, I was quite horrified . . . until I realized . . . that I’d fucked my way . . . off the ranch. I . . . I always . . . felt a little guilty—oh, God, yes, faster, that’s wonderful—about Jimmy, though. My father chased him off the ranch—oh, Jesus! oh, Jesus!—though I heard he’d been . . . heard he’d—oh, fuck me, Bear!—picked up by the Slash-Bar Z.”
    Haskell felt sweat dribbling down his cheeks and into his beard. He was thrashing against the girl in earnest, her hip bones in his hands, drawing her toward him, away, toward him, away . . .
    â€œYou ready?”
    â€œOh, fuck, yes!”
    â€œShhhh!”
    Cybill laughed. “OK!”
    Bear pulled out of her and used his hand to finish her with his fingers, grinding his knuckles up hard against her clit. She convulsed before him, thrashing her ass up and down and mewling into her pillow. She bathed his hand clear up to his wrist with her hot spend.
    When her convulsions started to die, he said hoarsely, “Turn over. Hurry!”
    She turned onto her back, and he slid his throbbing cock up between her breasts.
    â€œSqueeze your tits together,” he ordered tightly.
    Quickly, she did as he’d instructed, watching in wild delight as, rising up onto his toes, propped on his locked arms, he slid his large organ up and down between her sumptuous breasts.
    â€œAh, fuck !” he grunted.
    His seed fairly blasted out of him. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth as it jetted up across her face. She lapped at it, coating her lips with it, as he continued to thrust his shaft between her squeezed-together tits. She chortled and laughed as the jism kept coming until her face was drenched. Several beads were even clinging to her brows.
    Haskell pulled his gradually dwindling cock out of the hollow between her breasts and flopped over onto his back with a sigh. She smacked her lips and giggled.
    â€œOh, Christ, you ’bout killed me.” He was still trying to catch his breath.
    She wiped her face with a corner of the sheet and turned over on her side, thrusting her wet pussy against his hip and grinding her face against his chest. “That was fun—my first fuck in two years, and with a man big as you. How tall are you, anyway, Bear?”
    He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her taut against him. Unlike most men he’d heard about, he didn’t like