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willingness to jump into her game and the state of arousal she noticed he was in as he came through the door, she felt the likelihood of remaining clothed for another two minutes was minuscule.
     
    So rather than attempt to defend, she attacked.
     
    She squirmed suddenly in his cradling arms, enough to break free and fall to the floor, where she spun and pounced, grabbing his leather vest and yanking it back onto his arms, forcing him to shrug out of it or be tied up by it. Then she kissed him furiously while pulling his t-shirt from his pants, yanking it up as soon as their lips parted.
     
    As he pulled his t-shirt over his head, she grabbed, yanked on, and unbuckled his leather chaps, which, due to their weight, fell quickly around his knees. She laughed and bounced away to her hall.
     
    With more ease than she had imagined, he barely broke stride as he pulled off his boots and slipped from each leather chap side. He came at her with increasing speed and serious determination in his worldly green eyes.
     
    “Meep!” she squeaked, and she ran for her bedroom door.
     
    She almost made it, and in fact, she thought she would because she didn’t hear him behind her, but he caught her up, spun her around, and pulled her t-shirt up her back as she spun. It was quite the maneuver, she decided, and one she wasn’t going to get out of without being mostly nude.
     
    “Shit,” she hissed, but again, instead of retreating and accepting the lost, while she was still bent down, t-shirt tented up and tangled around her arm pits, she attacked.
     
    She grabbed, pulled, and then yanked, unclasping his belt buckle. She almost had it completely undone before he stepped backward, twisted his hips, and yanked up her t-shirt, twisting it around her face so she couldn’t see and tangling her arms, until they were tied up, pinned, and lifted straight up over her head.
     
    Then his hand pressed her against the wall, and he suckled her breast with no hesitation, and certainly no foul.
     
    “Oooo, let me go!” she squealed, and began to squirm around, trying to get out of this helpless, tied up position she had gotten herself into.
     
    She thought he was about to let her go, but instead he pulled her down and hard while stepping quickly into her room with her bent over and running to keep up. Then his hand grabbed hold of her panties, and with two quick jerks he tore them from her body.
     
    “Hey!” she screeched.
     
    “Hey yourself,” he replied, and then with a spinning twist he tossed her onto her bed while removing the t-shirt from her.
     
    She rolled onto the bed panting, then got up on hands and knees to face him.
     
    “Fine,” she said with challenging eyes. “You win, but next time, you had better watch yourself. I’ll be ready for you.” She smirked. “Now, come get your prize.”
     
    He looked her over, very closely, and she wasn’t used to being examined quite the way he took her in. Then he finished with his belt and removed his pants to display a seriously aroused cock, hard and thick.
     
    When he came forward to the bed, she moved quickly to meet him. After all, he had won the tussle and she wasn’t a poor sport. The thrill of meeting his lips and then having him explore her tongue with his own was very sensuous. Her body responded in ways she hadn’t felt for a very long time. His hands on her were deft. His caresses rubbed her down, setting her on fire from deep mutuality. She moaned and slowly danced with her hips and breasts, pressing herself against him with growing passion. She pulled him into her, running her hands through his hair, his thick black mane of hair.
     
    “You’re lucky I didn’t have my knife,” she teased with a low, playful murmur.
     
    “No, you’re lucky, because you might have won, and then you wouldn’t get this,” he said, pushing her back. She landed with a bounce on the mattress.
     
    She laughed and was going to get back up when he grabbed her ankles and pulled