Louisiana Stalker by J. R. Roberts

beneath it, which left her naked. She cupped her breasts in her own hands, popping the nipples with her thumbs.
    â€œI’m not a whore, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she told him. “I just very much enjoy sex.”
    â€œSo do I,” he said, “but I’m not sure this is wise.” He was thinking about what Jeannie had said about Cappy getting him into her bed.
    â€œDon’t tell me that little whore Jeannie wore you out?” Cappy asked. “You don’t strike me as the kind of man who . . . tires easily.”
    He knew she was trying to play on his ego, but that wasn’t the reason he went ahead. He was simply faced with a nude body he could not take his eyes off of. Where was the harm? She may have been married—he didn’t usually dally with married women—but it certainly didn’t sound like a solid marriage.
    As he moved toward her, she dropped her hands. He slid his hands beneath her breasts, feeling their weight and the smoothness of her skin. Her nipples poked out at him, easily the longest nipples he’d ever seen on a woman. He lifted her breasts to his mouth so he could kiss her, lick and suck the nipples while she sighed and dropped her head back.
    Her scent was not as sweet as Jeannie’s; it was more subtle and mature. While he pressed his face to her breasts, she reached between them for his belt.
    â€œWait,” he said, stepping back.
    She gave him a puzzled expression as he looked around. Eventually, he settled on a place to set his gun where it would be within easy reach.
    â€œLet’s lock these doors,” Clint said. They locked both the front and the back French doors, and then locked themselves in an embrace, settling into a deep kiss that went on for a long time. It was so obvious how much Capucine enjoyed kissing. She was in no hurry to pull back, and allowed her hands to roam over him as they kissed. Finally, the heat of her body was what pushed them apart. He had to get out of his clothes, so they both went to work and quickly stripped him naked. Then another long embrace, this time with his hard cock trapped between them.
    He slid his hands down her back to her ass, which was smooth and majestic. He gripped it tightly, pulling her to him, then skid one finger down the crack, which formed a deep cleavage that gripped his finger so tight it gave him other ideas.
    She reached between them, gripped his hard cock, and used it to tug him to the bed. But instead of pushing him down on the mattress, or lying on it herself, she went to her knees in front of him, holding his cock in her hand. She licked it, first the head, then the shaft, wetting it thoroughly before finally taking it into her mouth.
    She sucked him avidly, holding him with her hands on his butt and bobbing her head back and forth. He started moving his hips in unison with her movements, and she moaned as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.
    Eventually, he felt he had to pull free of her mouth or it would all be over much too soon. He reached for her, pulled her to her feet, and pushed her down on the bed. Instead of joining her, however, he kept her near the edge of the mattress and knelt down. He tossed her legs over his shoulders, then leaned in and breathed her scent before diving in with his mouth and tongue.
    She gasped as his tongue touched her, first entering her, then moving up and down her moist slit, wetting it and finding her hard little clit. He flicked it with his tongue tip and she jerked, as if receiving small electric shocks.
    She reached down to hold his head in her hands as he continued to lap at her, Finally, he felt her legs trembling and then she was flopping about on the bed, trying to push his mouth away from her, but he continued to lick and suck at her while she was climaxing, knowing how much more sensitive she was during that time.
    â€œOh, oh, oh,” she cried out, and then instead of trying to push him away, she