Gunsmith #361 : The Letter of the Law (9781101553657) by J. R. Roberts Page A

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    He slid his hands up over her ribs to cup her breasts and squeeze them, popping the nipples with his thumbs. Her breasts felt so heavy and good in his hands that he decided they were demanding more attention.
    He gave her one last, long lick, then kissed his way up her body to her breasts. He bit and licked her nipples, continued to massage her breasts while she reached between them for his penis. She grabbed him and held him tightly, yanking on him every so often as he continued to work on her big breasts.
    â€œYou men,” she said, “you just love tits, don’t you?”
    â€œI love these tits,” he said with his face buried between them.
    â€œAnd I love this,” she said, tugging on his cock again. “I guess we’re both lucky.”
    He concentrated on her breasts a bit longer, and then she became impatient.
    â€œOh, please,” she said, pushing him, trying to turn him onto his back. “Come on, come on . . .”
    He finally rolled onto his back and asked, “Is this how you want me?”
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    Joe Crespo stared at the hotel, and the few windows that were still lighted.
    â€œWhich room?” he asked his brother.
    â€œHow do I know?”
    â€œJohnny,” Joe asked, “how are we supposed to get revenge on the man for shamin’ you if we don’t know where he is?”
    Johnny pointed and said, “He’s in that hotel.”
    â€œYou know,” Joe said, “you might be three years older than me, but you’re still dumber.”
    â€œNever mind that,” Johnny said. “We’ll just wait here for him to come out.”
    â€œIn the mornin’? I got better things to do than stand here all night.”
    â€œWhat do you suggest?”
    â€œThe whore just went in,” Joe said. “He’s gonna be busy for a while. We just gotta find out what room he’s in.”
    â€œAnd how do we do that?”
    Joe shook his head and said, “We’re gonna ask. Come on.”

TWENTY
    â€œWhat’s your name?” Clint said.
    â€œWhat?” She stopped with one leg in the air.
    â€œI think before I let you mount me, I should know your name.”
    â€œIs that important to you?” she asked.
    â€œI thought it would be important to you.”
    She finished throwing her leg over him, then lay down on him, pinning his penis beneath her.
    â€œDo you want my real name, or my saloon girl name?” she asked.
    â€œThey’re different?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWell,” he asked, reaching up and grasping her breasts, “whose tit am I grabbing now?”
    â€œOh,” she said, closing her eyes, “those belong to Delores.”
    She began to rub her crotch over him. The combination of the roughness of her pubic hair and the slickness of her juices made him even more excited.
    â€œWow,” he said as she began rubbing faster, “who does that belong to?”
    She leaned down, pressed her mouth to his ear, and said, “That’s Amy.”
    She lifted her hips and slid down on him, taking his dick into Amy’s pussy while rubbing Delores’s tits in his face.
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    In the lobby Joe and Johnny Crespo woke up the hotel clerk, who was sleeping with his head down on the desk.
    â€œHuh?” Joe showed him a dollar.
    â€œWe want to take a look at your register.”
    â€œI can’t do th—”
    Johnny showed him his gun.
    â€œWe wanna look at your register.”
    The clerk snatched the dollar from Joe’s hand and said, “Sure.”
    He took the book from behind him and pushed it over to the Crespo brothers.
    â€œHere,” Joe said, pointing.
    Johnny looked and saw that Clint Adams was in Room 11. He nodded.
    â€œOkay,” Joe said to the clerk. “Thanks.”
    He pushed Johnny across the lobby and out the front door.
    â€œWhat are ya doin’?” Johnny demanded.
    â€œWe gotta have a plan,” Joe