Free Longarm and the Deadwood Shoot-out (9781101619209) by Tabor Evans

took him by the hand.

Chapter 24
    The back room was obviously a storeroom, but she had a bed there, too. A double bed, curtained off from the storage part of the room. The little woman held out her hand to shake and introduced herself. “My name is Angela Morris.” She grinned. “But I am no angel.”
    Longarm completed his side of the introduction.
    “A marshal,” she said. “I hope you are no angel, either, Marshal Long.”
    “Now that is one thing I never been accused of, Miss Morris.”
    “Please call me Angela.”
    “All right. Angela it is.”
    She gave him an impish smile. “And now, Marshal, you know why my husband left me.”
    “I do?”
    “Yes. It is because I have this insatiable desire to fuck every man I meet.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled again. “Right now, for instance. Do you mind?”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Very.” She began removing her clothes, the shirtwaist first, then her skirt and the blouse.
    “Reckon,” he said, “I don’t mind.”
    Angela Morris was small, with a compact body. Thin legs. Tiny tits that lay flat against her chest. Dark nipples that stood erect and proud. A bushy vee of hair at her crotch.
    “Hurry,” she whispered, her voice low and throaty now. “Hurry, please. I need it. Please.”
    Longarm hurried. It would have been rude to turn away now. He stripped as quickly as he could, his cock standing tall and eager.
    Angela grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. She lay down, spreading herself open to him.
    Longarm practically threw himself onto her. And into her.
    She was already wet in anticipation of what was to come. “All of it. Yes. Give it to me.”
    Incredibly, she began to shudder in a hard climax almost before he could fill her. She was as quick to come as he could ever recall knowing, and she continued to come time after time while he stroked into her and built to his own powerful climax.
    When he tried to roll off of her, thinking his weight might be too much for her small frame, Angela stopped him, wrapping her arms around him and asked, “Stay. Please. I love to feel you inside of me, so big and warm and nice. You fill me. Not every man can do that.”
    He stayed. He kissed her, her tongue probing inside his mouth. After a moment he began to grow hard again and the stroking resumed, more slowly this time though. Angela closed her eyes and lifted her hips to him, timing her thrusts to his. She began to come again, spasming time after time.
    “Nice,” he said.
    Eventually—he had no idea how much time might have passed—she said, “We have to stop now.” She laughed. “I’m too sore to go any longer. I’m sorry.”
    The truth was that he was not a bit sorry. He was damn near worn out by so much of a good thing.
    Angela got a hand towel and wiped him off, then cleaned herself while Longarm dressed.
    “Will I see you again?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “That depends on things that ain’t all in my control.”
    “Come by if you find the time,” she offered. “My door is always open.” She laughed and cupped her pussy in one hand. “So are other things, too.”
    Longarm put on his hat and started for the door.
    “One more thing,” Angela said.
    He stopped, his hand on the doorknob.
    “It’s my husband. Watch out for him. Larry is…excitable. And a sneak. So be careful.”
    “Thanks.” He let himself out the door. Angela was naked and in no condition to be seen. He would have locked it behind him except he did not have a key, so he settled for leaving the closed sign in the window and making sure the door was latched behind him when he left.

Chapter 25
    The sun was disappearing somewhere beyond the buildings on the other side of the street when Longarm left Angela’s Ladieswear. He had already had his supper earlier but he was feeling a mite puckish after his wrestling match with Angela Morris. And anyway he had no desire to spend the evening in that drab little hotel room.
    He checked the lamps that were