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his dark stare. Even trembling with release, she could see how much pleasure he got out of taking her to the highest pinnacle. His eyes hooded as he toyed with her clit, batting it back and forth with the point of his tongue.
    Returning to her senses, she splayed her hands over his shoulders and pushed to move him. “Your turn, cowboy.”
    * * * * *
    Dusty stripped with lightning speed and gave himself up to the little cowgirl, letting her nudge him onto the mattress and mount him. As she hovered over him, he filled his palms with her glorious tits. Scraping his thumbs over each hard bud and pulling more soft squeaks from her. Fuck, he loved seeing her undone. Wild.
    She kissed him, heedless of her juices coating his lips and jaw. Growling, he fed her flavors back to her while she gave him a lap dance rivaling any in Sin City. He caught her hips, memorizing the grinding motion. Each subtle movement made him harder. His cock was pure steel, aching to be inside her tight heat.
    But he wasn’t done kissing her. Long, sweeping passes of his tongue didn’t gather enough of her taste. He dragged her closer.
    She ducked from under his arms and slid down his body. Kissing downward, trailing her silky hair over his chest. When her warm wet mouth was poised over the tip of his erection, he groaned.
    Buckle up. It’s going to be a helluva ride.
    She swallowed his cock in one smooth glide. He bit off a roar as her plush lips skimmed his length all the way to the root. She flashed her eyes at him, and his heart tumbled. It seemed to hit the ground rolling like a rider bucked off a horse.
    He fisted her hair, holding it back so he could see her tantalizing mouth taking him. As she lapped the rim of his cock, his balls clenched. Seeing his cock disappear into her sweet mouth… Damn, he couldn’t last.
    “Mmm.” She let the pre-come string between her tongue and his body.
    “I’m losing my damn mind, sugar.” He pinched her jaw and gently eased her away from him, unable to go on another minute with the burning torture.
    Unfazed by his putting the brakes on the best blow job of his life, she threw a leg over him and wiggled up his body until her soaking pussy was against his length. She rubbed against it and murmured, “Condom?”
    “In my wallet,” he ground out, aware that if she didn’t have any handy, she couldn’t come to Vegas to have flings like this. That roused a warm feeling that was far more dangerous than any ride of his life.
    He started to move to retrieve his jeans, but she was too quick. He got a better show than at Caesar’s Palace as she climbed off the bed and dug through his jeans. Golden tanned curves and long hair hiding the parts of her he wanted to see most.
    She held up his wallet, but he gestured to her. “Just get one out.”
    “You trust me with your wallet?”
    That gave him pause. Their gazes met, and his lips stretched in a grin. “Yeah, I do.”
    She opened the bi-fold and located a foil packet. Which she proceeded to rip open with her teeth, climbing back up the bed, and rolled it over his cock.
    He stilled her hands by gripping her wrists. “If you keep rubbing me that way, I won’t need a condom, sugar.” Before she could mount him again, he kissed her long and hard.
    The instant she started to respond, he tore away, flipped her and cupped her round ass. At that moment, the sound of singing came down the hall. Very drunken, very loud singing.
    Carolers.
    “Jesus, not that song again.” She twisted her face into the pillow.
    He started laughing and cloaked her with his body, kissing her nape, nuzzling the fine hairs that grew there. Two bars of the song later, he said, “Want me to make them go away?”
    “No, I want your cock in me.”
    He let out a groan and pushed his hips into hers. She ground against him. Biting back a whoop, he gripped his cock and slid home.
    They both stilled, the revelers outside their door forgotten as her body molded to his shape. Avalee jerked him into