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was riveted to
the sight, loving that he could see his cock disappearing into her body then
reemerging.
    Travis
was close to coming as it was, and no amount of holding off this time would
keep him from going over the edge. The abundance of her wetness made his
movements fluid and smooth, and the tip of his cock hit the very end of her as
she gasped.
    “Hell , baby.” He tightened his hold on her outer thighs, squeezed her lush flesh as his
orgasm started to rise, and wasn’t going to stop himself from getting off
again.   “Damn, baby,” Travis lifted his
hips, pounding his dick into her every time she pushed down. He started to come, reached up and grabbed her tits that were bouncing
wildly in front of him, squeezed the big, juicy and fleshy mounds, and roared
out his release. Fuck. Holy
shit. She collapsed on top of him, and they both breathed out,
neither speaking.
    “Wow.
That was … wow.”
    Yeah,
he couldn’t have said it better. She was by far the best fucking sex he’d ever
had, and a part of him knew it wasn’t just this one time and because she was
new in town. There was something about Pearl, something that was witty and
smart mouthed, like she had a fire inside of her. It challenged him, tempted
him, and as much as he’d like to repeat this at another time, he knew that he
couldn’t. He had a lot on his plate with the ranch, and giving her what she
needed and deserved wasn’t in his DNA. He could be a real fucking bastard, but
at least he was honest about it.

Chapter
Six
     
    Pearl
stretched, feeling her muscles pull, ache, and remind her of the night she had
earlier. She opened her eyes, the sun streaming through the window, and
temporarily blinding her. Covering her eyes with a forearm, she groaned and
turned her head, away from the offending light. She moved her forearm away, her
heart racing slightly at the thought of Travis had stayed all night. She’d
slept with a man she didn’t even know, a man that probably slept with so many
women in this town that he wouldn’t even remember her name. She opened her
eyes, saw the empty bed beside her, and a part of her was relieved, but she also
felt very disappointed.
    “What
did you expect, breakfast in bed?” she said to herself. Pearl could have
groaned at how stupid she felt right now. Wrapping the blanket around her body,
she pushed herself up on the bed and hung her feet off the edge. The wood floor
looked cold as hell, but she needed something to wake her ass up.
    Setting
her feet flat on the floor, she bit her lip and stood, the coldness shocking
her. Walking over to the window, she leaned against the wall and pushed the
curtain aside. His truck was gone, the spot beside her car empty, vacant,
lonely. God, that man had rocked her world last night, brought her to heights
she’d never even experienced before. She’d never done something so explicit
before, but even now, as the morning light reflected what she’d done, she
wanted more from him.
    “Girl,
that man has one woman a night, and doesn’t do repeats.” And now she was
talking to herself. Shaking her head, she went into the bathroom, winced at her
reflection, at the “I just got fucked” hair she had going on, and turned away
from the horror in front of her. After turning the shower on and undressing,
she looked down at her body. On her hips she was sporting some dark marks,
finger sized bruises from the night before. Her body instantly heated as she
thought about what he’d done, about how he’d controlled the situation, made her
come and writhe for him.
    She
smoothed her hands over the marks, closed her eyes, and breathed out. She was
insane for even letting him come home with her. Hell, he could have been a
freaking serial killer for all she knew, but the fact remained he’d been charismatic
and alluring, hot and pleasured her like no other. Pearl hadn’t been able to
help herself, hadn’t been able to control her libido either. Pushing the
thoughts and images away, she