Free The Gunsmith 385 by J. R. Roberts Page A

without a struggle and kissed him deeply. Her lips parted so she could slip her tongue into his mouth, and her hand wandered between his legs to feel the growing bulge in his crotch. As she massaged him, she kissed him harder. He was surprised when she suddenly pulled away from him, but was encouraged by the mischievous smile she wore.
    Tugging at his belt, Laura unbuckled it so she could loosen his pants and pull them down while lowering herself to her knees in front of him. He set his gun down on the ground right next to them. His cock was already hard and it became even harder as she slowly moved her mouth toward it. Clint could feel her hot breath moments before Laura’s tongue flicked along the tip of his penis. “That’s the way,” he said while sliding his fingers through her hair. “Just like that.”
    Laura reached around to hold his hips with both hands while easing him all the way into her mouth. Once her lips closed around the base of his shaft, she began sucking on him noisily. Her head bobbed back and forth as her tongue slid over every inch of his thick member as though she were savoring a stick of candy. Then, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock until he felt his toes curling inside his boots. It wouldn’t be long before she pushed him over the edge, so Clint moved her head away and took a step back.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” she asked with a pout. “Didn’t you like that?”
    He helped her to her feet and said, “You know damn well I liked it.” There was a bale of hay nearby. He took her there and spun her around so her back was facing him. Then he anxiously peeled back the layers of material separating him from what he was after. Once all of Laura’s garments were removed, he could see the rounded curve of her ass, which led up to the gentle slope at the small of her back. He ran his hands up and down those curves until she began to moan softly like a cat purring in contentment. She placed her hands flat upon the hay bale, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
    â€œDon’t make me wait for it,” she said.
    Never one to refuse a lady, Clint positioned himself behind her and guided his cock between her thighs. Her warm pussy was dripping wet, and Laura moved her legs apart to allow him to slip inside with ease. When Clint grabbed her hips with both hands, Laura tossed her hair back and grunted while taking every inch of him inside.
    He kept one hand on her hip while placing the other at the small of her back. That way, he could feel every one of her movements as she responded to him. When he pumped into her, Laura’s muscles tensed. When he eased back out again, she let out a breath and rocked back as if desperate for him to fill her once more. Soon, he found himself pounding into her harder.
    â€œYes,” she groaned. “God, yes.”
    When he buried his cock all the way into her, Clint reached forward to grab a handful of Laura’s hair. She dug her fingers deep into the hay bale as he gave her hair a tug and thrust into her again. Soon, Clint could feel her pussy gripping him tighter and her entire body start to tremble. He gave her rump a smack that was just loud enough to be heard before he drove into her again. Laura cried out as she climaxed, but Clint didn’t ease up.
    First, he placed his hands on her shoulders while continuing to pump into her from behind. Laura was breathless and moaning softly for him to keep fucking her. Then, Clint cupped her breasts with both hands as they swayed in time to his movements. He rubbed her plump tits and teased her nipples, which was enough to drive her to new heights. Finally, he moved his hands back to her hips so he could finish what he’d started.
    The sensations continued to build in Clint’s body and the heat inside him grew to a blaze when he looked down to see Laura’s rounded ass in his hands. She grunted and groaned like an animal, which