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loud boisterous laugh. “Oh, baby doll, what makes you think you can handle my eight-second ride?”
    “What makes you think you’ll last longer than eight seconds?” she challenged with a grin.
    Swallowing the last of his beer, Braxton laid the empty bottle on the bar, paid his tab, and grabbed the spunky little spitfire around the waist. “Challenge accepted, baby doll. Let’s go for a ride.”
    “Tell Jordan I have company tonight, will ya, Cam?” she said, never taking her eyes off him.
    “Sure thing, darlin’, and if ya need help with cowboy there, save some for me. I get off at midnight.” The bartender laughed.
    “Oh I think I can handle one itty-bitty cowboy,” she teased.
    Braxton growled, “Let’s go.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Bodies ripped and tore at clothes as they desperately tried to free the bonds that held them captive. Lips meshed and plundered as tongues dueled for supremacy. The heat was unbearable. The tension too tight. Charlotte kicked off the last remaining article of clothing and launched herself at her cowboy. Jumping on him, he caught her around the waist, lifting her as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her hot, luscious mouth latched onto his, sucking the very air from his lungs.
    Gasping for air, Braxton hungrily said, “Hang on, baby doll. Up ya go.”
    Squealing as he lifted her higher, Charlotte soon found her back resting against the wall of her apartment, her legs on his shoulders, as his mouth clamped down on her wet pussy.
    “Oh fuck, yes! Eat my pussy,” she screamed, writhing in ecstasy.
    She tasted of hot, warm ambrosia. Braxton was delirious, wanting to suck everything her little cunt gave him. Moaning with pleasure, he ate, furiously licking and plunging as his long tongue delved into her dripping channel. Her grinding movements only spurred him on as he nipped and teased her cunt.
    Removing his pants with one hand and holding his delicious treat with the other, Braxton’s arousal beat at him as her pussy began pulsing her cream into his mouth.
    “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” She shouted out her release as her hot channel quivered.
    Lapping up every wet morsel, Braxton removed the last of his clothing, and with both hands he pulled her from the wall, with her pussy still in his face, his tongue thrusting deep. With one last lick, he slid her down his body until her wet cunt was touching the tip of his hard cock. In one hard, fast move, he rammed himself into the tightest pussy ever.
    “Fuck!” he growled as he walked with her over to the other wall, slamming her hard against the cold surface. She didn’t seem to mind the roughness as she tightened her legs and began rocking her hips against him as he plunged deeper. The friction of the assault had the walls shaking as pictures fell shattering to the ground.
    Hard breathing and sweaty bodies pumped and grinded as they fucked each other into oblivion.
    Braxton could feel his balls tightening. “Fuck. I’m gonna come, baby doll. Douse my dick with your juices. Come for me!” he shouted, pistoning into her wet cunt like a machine.
    Her heavy breathing ceased as her pussy clamped down on his cock, siphoning every drop as he flooded her channel with his seed.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Holy shit,” Charlotte whispered, gasping for air.
    Her body was still wound tight. Her pussy still shuddered as his hard, long cock stayed rooted deep within her. Losing her grip around his waist, Charlotte’s legs felt like jelly. She knew cowboy was gonna be fun ride, but damn, cowboy just redefined “ride ’em hard.”
    “I need a break. Want some water?” she asked as his hard cock slipped from her wet cunt.
    That was when he noticed his cum dripping down her leg.
    “Shit, I forgot the condom,” he cautiously said, looking at her.
    Charlotte wanted to laugh. Why was it every time a guy forgot the most important thing before hot monkey sex, they always looked to the woman for some reassurance that all was going to be okay.
    Figuring