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that her
boobs bobbed free, she couldn't imagine how it would look if Audrey
were to walk in at that moment. And frankly she didn't give a rat's
ass if anyone came in, as long as her mystery lover finished what
he'd started before she exploded from need.
    "Oh, please," she wailed, sure her voice
carried over the band’s tune in the next room.
    With deft fingers, the mystery man slid down
the zipper of his trousers, his cock springing free. He held out
his hand and the man standing at his side slapped a foil packet
into his palm.
    "Oh, thank God." At least he'd been
foresighted enough to know they needed protection.
    Original Sin ripped open the packet and slid
the rubber over his engorged cock. Then he nodded to the man who
hadn't touched her at all. "Now, you."
    The man smiled. "Are you sure?"
    "She won't want to miss this."
    Charli's eyes widened, her heart thundering
in beat with the lively polka in the saloon. "What won't I want to
miss?"
    The man beside Original Sin slid his dick
out of his trousers, cloaked it in a condom and maneuvered around
to the other side of the men holding Charli's thighs. His hands
smoothed over her butt cheeks, his fingers seeking the crease
between and the tight round hole of her anus.
    Her butt muscles clenched in anticipation of
what he was about to do. "We only have five minutes leeeeeffft,”
her voice rose as the man behind her poked his cock into her anus.
“Oh, dear. Oh, dear.” Charli took swift, shallow breaths, bracing
herself as O.S. closed the distance between them, pressing his
member to the mound of curls at the apex of her thighs.
    The men holding her legs, stood straight and
strong, each allowing a hand to rove over her naked breasts,
tweaking a turgid nipple.
    O.S. leaned against her, his lips teasing
her earlobe. “Did I tell you, I love you naked?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Her mystery cowboy touched his cock to her
entrance. “Beg for it.”
    “Please come into me now?”
    “No regrets?”
    “Oh, God, no! I’m begging you, please. There
isn’t much time.”
    Her sexy Zorro wrapped strong hands around
her hips and slid into her hot, wet channel. With a man on each
side, one behind her pressing into her anus and O.S. in front,
Charli was surrounded by strong, sexy men and completely without a
coherent thought in her head besides that of fucking each and every
one of them. “Hurry,” she urged. She clenched her legs around
Original Sin’s waist, her ankles locking behind him, forcing him
deeper. The two cocks inside her fit so tightly, she couldn’t
think, couldn’t focus—all she could do was feel.
    Original Sin thrust in and out, again and
again, hard, fast and determined.
    Charli clung to him, the hands on her thighs
and breasts reminding her there were four men making love to her,
not just one, and holy crap, if it felt good.
    The pace increased until O.S. jacked in and
out of her like a car piston.
    Her body on fire, the sensations tumbling
one over the other shot Charli into orgasm so intense, she
screamed, her fingernails digging into her mystery cowboy’s suit
jacket.
    He thrust one last time, sinking as deep as
he could go.
    The man behind her pushed deeper as
well.
    Her breath caught and held, the exquisite
pain echoing throughout her body as her Original Sin’s cock
throbbed within, while the other stranger behind her slid free,
releasing the intense pressure.
    O.S. brushed a kiss to Charli’s lips and
lifted her off him, sitting her on a stack of boxes.
    For a long moment, she sat in a daze, her
heartbeat racing, her pussy and anus tingling from the sweet, sweet
torture. Then her world crashed in, reminding her where she was and
that she wasn’t supposed to be making love in the storeroom,
especially with her mystery cowboy.
    All the wind left her lungs as she pictured
Connor, lying on her bed last night, telling her that he was a
one-woman-man. “I can’t believe I did this. I can’t believe I let
it happen again.”
    Original Sin zipped