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she lined herself up and then
slowly sank down. “God, yes. Shit. It has been too damn long since I had a
truly good fuck.” Tom was almost shaking from trying to hold still, but now she
leaned down, her oiled hands resting on his chest as she sat impaled on his
cock. Her blue eyes had darkened and Tom wanted to watch her come. He wanted to
see her face twist with pleasure and her body jerk out of control. However,
this was her game, and he forced himself to stay still as she studied him.
    “How about you give me a ride? I grew up riding broncos and
I’m feeling nostalgic,” she whispered. Tom blew out a breath loudly, relieved
to know exactly what she wanted.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Digging his heels into the mattress,
he braced his hands against the wall. “The lady gets what the lady wants.” Tom
thrust up carefully, watching her face. She looked almost disappointed, so the
second time, he thrust harder. The angle was awkward and she was heavy enough
to make it hard to lift without help, but she didn’t help. She let her weight
fall totally onto him, which drove his cock deep into her pussy. Tom wasn’t one
to disappoint a woman. If she wanted a ride, he could do that.
    Without warning, his third attempt rammed her a good foot
into the air and she squealed…a noise he hadn’t expected from her, but that
made it all the better. He dropped back down to the bed, his cock finally
pulling out before she settled back down on him, mimicking the thrusting that
he wanted so very badly. The second her full weight met his, he bucked again,
throwing her up so hard she had to brace her hands on his chest. That shifted
the weight and Tom thrust wildly, his cock plunging deep into her tight hole
with every thrust up and pulling back as he let his hips fall to the bed.
    He wanted to come, but he fisted the chains and struggled to
hold back the growing fire inside…the heat that made his balls draw up and his
cock ache like a son of a bitch. Finally she started riding him, sliding up and
down with movements turned wild and uncontrolled as she started coming. She
threw her head back and fingered her clit, and Tom fisted his hands, desperate
to touch, but denied the right. She cried out and Tom took over the thrusting
again, allowing her to ride through her orgasms as he finally came with a low
grunt and a good deal more satisfaction than he’d felt in a long time.
    Exhausted, Tom collapsed back onto the bed, his whole body
shaking from the sheer physical effort. Heat poured off him. She collapsed down
on top of him, her body fever hot. “Okay, that was great,” she finally said,
still panting.
    “You’re paid to say that,” Tom pointed out.
    “Actually, I’m not. I’m not even paid to do this anymore,”
she said. “However, if you’ve moved into the area, I could be convinced to
rethink that.”
    Tom smiled. A doxy never offered to do it regular unless she
needed the money or she’d enjoyed herself, and this one didn’t seem the type to
need the money all that much. She shifted to the side and let her fingers trail
over the red marks she’d left with her fingernails.
    “You looking for work around here?”
    “Came in with a ship; I figure I’ll go out with it.”
    “But you aren’t sure,” she said with some confidence. Tom
thought about that. Truth was, he wasn’t sure—not anymore. Seeing as how the Kratos was the first place that had felt like home in a good many a year, it stung a
bit to realize that the day might come that he needed to leave. And Ramsay was
right about one thing—he wasn’t getting another Corps job.
    “This place could always use a good security man, and if you
don’t have anything against prostitution, I know a few women who would enjoy
your special services.” She placed a kiss on Tom’s elbow.
    “Ain’t got nothing against playing doxy. It’s legal work and
more honest than most. I’m just not sure I’m ready to jump ship yet.”
    “Well, you think about it. I’m