Page 96 of Small Town Hunter

“Something for us.”

“You got asnack?”

“Condoms, Trina.”

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

He cups my chin, his brown eyes warm. Crash’s eyes are my favorite color. “I see that look,” he says. “Don’t even think about it. We can’t raise a baby from two sides of the country, and you have school.”

“I wasn’t even thinking that,” I lie.

He kisses my neck. “You still want to do this?”

“Yes. Will you tell me what to do?”

“You’ll know what to do,” he says, and lays me out on the bed.

He pushes up my dress and lowers himself to kiss me through my panties, sucking me through the cotton fabric.Oh Lord…The bra is next. The embarrassed motion of my hands receives a shake of his head. “Don’t hide from me.”

He lies down in bed and pulls me towards him, plumping my titties into his mouth. He sucks my nipples until they tingle with the most beautiful ache. The tender sides get even more attention.Mmmmm.This is like the motel room in Cimarron. Oh Lord… His hand is doing something between his legs. I don’t know what. I’m delirious.

When he pops a nipple out of his mouth I groan, “Harder.”

“You know how much I love these?”

“I got an idea,” I tease him.

“Me too.” While I’m on top he pushes my panties down. They sail across the room,goodbye.

This part I’m not used to. His fingers playing with me. Sliding up and down, up and down, until one thick hard finger breaches inside.

“Oh,” I gasp, and gush all over it like strawberry candy.

“Look at you grabbing me. Trina you’re so sweet.”

“I like it,” I murmur against his lips. “More.”

“You know, you have to take more than just this.”

I can feel myself squeezing on his invasion. It’s incredible.

“I swear I wanted this since I laid eyes on you,” he says, his mountain accent becoming almost unintelligible. “I tried to keep it in but you turned me on so goddamned much. You don’t want to know what I pictured. I was trying to be good.”

“I like it when you’re bad.”

“You’re never bad,” he says, nipping my neck. “Are you, little virgin?”

“Yes I am.”

Something in my voice makes him pull back, suspicious.

“I watched some dirty video in the motel room we shared,” I confess, sliding back down on his finger because it feels amazing.He has two fingers inside me. Oh my goodness.

“Serious?” He growls. “Is that why I got that charge?”

“Sorry,” I whisper, but he’s laughing. “So what did they do?” He asks, nuzzling my neck.

“Lots of stuff. You were gone a long time.”

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