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  Her demand inspired the primitive male inside him. He wanted to take her hard and long. To hear her moan and quake beneath him. That need exploded and he quickly flipped her over, pulling her legs up over his shoulders so that he could plunge deep inside her.

  She cried out as his dick hilted inside her, stretching her to accommodate him. He almost slowed, to take it easy. But the primal male was in control. He stroked hard and fast, his hands on her hips, digging into the flesh, forcing her harder against him.

  “Yes!” she screamed suddenly, as her body loosened to meet his need. “Harder. Harder. More, more. Give me more!”

  Her pleas were fuel to a fire that was already burning out of control. He watched her reach up and back, her hands tightening on the edge of the mattress in a position so completely sexual and submissive that his balls tingled and tightened, his belly quivered and sweat poured down his body.

  He took her. Hard and long, every cry, gasp and moan driving him deeper into the madness that gripped him.

  “On your knees, baby.” His voice was hoarse and rough. “I want all of you.”

  She knew what he wanted and for the first time in her life, she wanted it, too. She wiggled free and turned over onto her hands and knees.

  “Put your head down, baby. Hang onto the bed.”

  She did as he instructed. His fingers dipped into her wet pussy then down across her anus, lubricating her with her own juice.

  She moaned as he worked two fingers inside her, and arched her back more, causing her ass to raise and spread.

  “That’s it, baby,” he crooned in a voice thick with desire. “Take it.”

  Her response was the groan of a woman surrendering. She pushed back against his fingers and reached down with one hand to stroke her clit.

  His balls began to ache as he worked her ass, her lusty moans urging him to drive deeper. “I…I need…” she groaned and supplied the rest of it without words, reaching down with her right hand to run her fingers over her clit.

  Within moments her pussy flowered, opening and glistening. “More,” she breathed. “Take me, now. Take me.”

  He didn’t need to be asked twice. She groaned as he pressed inside, the muscle protesting at the invasion. “Loosen up, baby…”

  “Do it,” she whispered. “Now.”

  He pressed slow and steady, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, sliding slowly inside her. The groan that came from her when he pushed inside her was one of longing and surrender, one that robbed him of reason and control. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass to him, impaling her on his length.

  She cried out but moved against him, offering him all that he wanted. He stroked slowly, easing out just an inch or so then pressing deep. He knew she struggled to accommodate him, knew that he was taking what she’d offered to no one else. That alone was enough to start the tremors in his belly as an orgasm started to swell.

  He tried to prolong it, to move slow and easy, but the need was too great. She was his and the male inside demanded that he take her.

  “You’re so fucking hot!” he rasped, his breath coming faster and harder as climax threatened to overwhelm him. “Baby, I can’t hold it.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, matching him in passion and need, the seductress giving way to the animal in her nature that longed to be taken, to be dominated. “Now, now, now!”

  With a groan he exploded, his dick pulsing as he shot deep inside her. She screamed as an orgasm rocked her, her body rolling and bucking.

  They both went limp and he fell to the bed, wrapping himself around her, the sweat of their bodies making them slick. For a few minutes, there was only the sound of their rapid breathing. Then breath slowed and languor set in.

  When the sound of his breathing evened and slowed, she eased away from him. In sleep, he was every bit as sexy as awake. She thought about waking him. Seeing if there was more fire left in him. But the truth was, she’d had about as much as she could take for one night. Her pussy was sore and she suspected that her ass would be sore for a week.

  But it was worth it. She’d known more passion with this man in one night than she’d experienced in five years of marriage. She’d finally broken free of her old life, and had dared to live out a fantasy. Not to just dream it up but to actually live it. A hot feverish fantasy, a Saturday night unlike any she’d ever known.

  Saturday Night Fever, she thought and giggled softly as she rose to dress. She wondered if sometime later she’d regret not knowing his name, or him knowing hers, then shook off the thought. This wasn’t about love. It was about fantasy. Alternatively, was it? She grabbed her purse and dug out one of her business cards. On the back she wrote. Just in case…Amy.

  Careful not to wake him, she left.

  Hours later, he woke to find himself alone. He sat and saw the card on the pillow beside him. He picked it up and read it. A smile appeared that turned into a chuckle that became a full-blown laugh.

  What’s YOUR fantasy? the card read. Erotic Fiction by Amy Queen. Beneath that was a website address.

  He fell back on the bed, and then lifted the card to look at it again. Who knew?

  About the Author

  Ciana Stone has been reading since the age of three, and wrote her first story at age five. Since then she has enjoyed writing as a solitary form of entertainment, and has just recently come out of the closet to share her stories with others. She holds several post graduate degrees and has often been referred to as a professional student. Her latest fields of interest are quantum mechanics and Taoism. When she is not writing (or studying) she enjoys painting (canvas, not walls), sculpting, running, hiking and yoga. She lives with her long-time lover in several locations in the United States.

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  Also by Ciana Stone

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  Hot in the Saddle 2: Molding Clay

  Hot in the Saddle 3: Scout ‘n’ Cole

  Hot in the Saddle 4: Conn ‘n’ Caleb

  Riding Ranger

  The Hussies: A Taste for Jazz

  The Hussies: All in Time

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  The Hussies: Sin in Jeans

  The Thing About Cowboys

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