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“Oh, you’re sooooooo nasty, Daniel,” she chortled.
“Show me; I want to see.” Still smiling, lewdly, like the men that took her. Funny, all the hard edges seemed so blurry now.
“You want to see…” her mind was a delirious, pleasant jumble, tumbling all around her memories. “Ooo, yes, let me show you.” She sunk to the floor and began to remove her dress, staring at him drunkenly, like a little tart on the burlesque stage. She opened the top of her dress, showing off her breasts, and raising them to her face, sloppily kissing the flushed skin, while staring luridly into her husband’s face. She hadn’t done this for Jarrett Cain!
“You like my titties?” she purred coyly.
“Oh, I like them, you little whore. Show me more.”
She pushed the bodice of her dress down and unhooked her skirt, shimmying out of the everything she wore. Naked, lustfully happy, brash and bold, her smoldering eyes fixed on his.
“Jeeeeeu see, Daniel, I wusa real nasty whore.” She swiped the empty bottle of wine from the table and moved to her hands and knees. Grinning sweetly, then licking her lips, then batting her lashes coquettishly, she finally sucked the neck of the bottle until it was wet, really wet, and then reached around to her bottom and stuck its neck into her ass and shoved. “Ooo, dear, thaz …so… ooooooo…”
She closed her eyes feeling the strange cool hardness inside her back passage, and the rising fire in her belly. She jabbed her entrails over and over again, while occasionally opening her eyes on Daniel’s surly, lecherous face.
“You liking this, surrrrrrrrrr, hmmm?”
“You know that I like it. What man wouldn’t?” She looked up then, and crawled forward, the forgotten bottle slipping from her ass. She took her husband’s hand. “Lemme have your fisht.”
He made it big, and she pulled it down between her legs so she could mount it. She stuck it up inside her nest of sweaty hair and wet flesh, and rode it, leaning back against her arm for support. Soon Daniel moved to the floor with her and slid his fingers into her cunt deeper and deeper. Never had he seen her flow so profusely with arousal.
“Oh, yesssssssh, ram me, darlin’, pleassh,” she practically screamed.
Daniel wasn’t about to deny her.
His whole fist slipped inside her quite remarkably, and Daniel leaned in to watch longingly the vivid expression of bliss play out across her lips and eyes. Her coming did not end there. Once she crested on the thrusting movements of his hand, he pulled out and pushed her onto her back. He stripped away his clothes as he looked down on her dreamy sexy face. Now naked, he climbed atop her writhing body and rammed his member into the spasming hole, using her forcefully while she bent to every position and adjusted to every tempo, never missing the glorious amazement of another stabbing, almost painful, always beautiful spasm of physical joy.
They were still naked on the parlor floor hours later, where they fainted with exhaustion. In the dead of night, the cold air crept in around them, and they mutually rose from the mess they’d made and stumbled to bed. She was still quite drunk and needed his arms for support.
The sheets were cool at first, but warmed quickly from their body heat. They fell deeper asleep for the remainder of the night clinging to each other with their legs intertwined in a puzzle.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Hannah awakened alone in bed. For a moment it seemed perfectly natural, then she panicked. S
he was about to rise, when Daniel entered the room with two mugs of steaming coffee.
“It’s all right to be here?” she said, a little fearful.
“It’s where you’ve belonged all along, wife.” He was much more the husband she knew than he’d been in the last few days.
She wasn’t sure. “I have a headache, Daniel.”
“I’m sure you do. Wine does that.”
“Then I shouldn’t drink again.”
“I suppose it’s made you forget, too.”
She thought again and smiled bashfully. “No, not at all… I remember what we did. And Daniel… I never mentioned to you anything about drinking with Jarrett Cain, did I?”
“No.” He smiled. “I’d say most of what happened at Cain’s ranch I already knew about, including that drunken night.”
“What?” She exclaimed, completely shocked at his words.
“Beau got drunk when he returned to town from Miss Mamie’s. Eldon Tremaine was drunk too and spilled out one hell of a story.”
“But Eldon wasn’t…”
