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possible.
     
    The raw hunger she saw in his eyes as he stroked her pushed Jillian deeper and deeper into the sexual frenzy they’d been swept up in. All rational thought had been left behind along the distant roadside. In its place, a deep, primal need she’d never before experienced took over. She squirmed, her body aching to feel his cock driving into it. Needing to hear his groans of pleasure with each hard, unrelenting thrust of his lean hips.
     
    Reaching between them, she fumbled at the buttons on his shirt. “I need this off,” she panted impatiently. Needed to run her hands over the hard, muscular flesh that lay beneath it.
     
    “Let me,” he said, pushing her hands aside as he ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering into the thick blades of grass around them.
     
    “Oh, yes,” she sighed as she reached up to run her hands over the sculpted contours of his muscular chest. He was rock hard. Every single part of him.
     
    He gave her lacy bra a tug downward, freeing a taut nipple to his heated gaze. “Yes, is right,” he said as he bent to take the hardened tip into his mouth.
     
    She arched into the heat of his sensual kiss.
     
    He freed the other breast, cupping it as he feasted on the other. “Your breasts are so big,” he mumbled against her damp flesh.
     
    “Too big,” she countered.
     
    “Just right,” he said as he moved on to the other breast, circling the taut peak with his tongue.
     
    She whimpered, arching upward.
     
    “This is what it feels like to have a real cowboy take you into his mouth,” he said, drawing her puckered flesh between his parted lips.
     
    Cum dripped from her pussy, soaking into her thong.
     
    “I need to taste you,” her cowboy warned as his mouth moved down the flat expanse of her stomach.
     
    Her pulse flittered wildly as his lips skimmed over the sensitive flesh in teasing kisses. Her legs parted wantonly. “Jackson...”
     
    “I know, darlin’.” Edging his fingers under the waistband of her thong, he tugged lightly, drawing the sliver of silk up between the slick lips of her pussy.
     
    Jillian squirmed needily. He was driving her crazy. “You. I want you there instead.”
     
    He slipped a finger beneath the damp silk to stroke her. “Damn, you’re wet. So very fucking wet.”
     
    “Jackson, please...”
     
    He withdrew his hand, eliciting a groan of protest from her parted lips, and tugged again at the thong. “Please what, Jillian? Please slide my tongue along your slit instead?”
     
    “Yes,” she breathed.
     
    He dragged her thong downward, tossing it aside. Then he sat back. “Spread your legs for me, Jillian. All the way. I wanna see you.”
     
    His words had her quivering with need. Looking up at him, she parted her thighs and waited for what seemed like forever as his dark, scrutinizing gaze moved over her.
     
    A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “Nice. Now I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”
     
    She squeezed her eyes shut as his mouth touched her there. Pressed into the swollen folds of her weeping pussy, the hint of whiskers on his jaw only adding to the fiery sensation sweeping through her. Then came her undoing – his eagerly thrusting tongue.
     
    This was what she’d wanted. To feel his tongue slipping between her cum-dampened flesh, caressing her, lapping at her juices.
     
    He continued the sensual torment, his strokes slow and teasing. “Mmm...” he breathed against her over-sensitive flesh. “Definitely as sweet.”
     
    She tunneled her fingers through his dark hair, her legs trembling. Throwing back her head, she writhed under the sensual assault of his mouth.
     
    He lifted his head, watching her with a cocky grin. “That’s it, darlin’, show me how good it feels when I fuck your sweet body with my mouth. When I love your tight little pussy with my tongue.”
     
    His fingers joined into the fray, stroking her clit while his tongue continued to thrust in and out at