<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br/><br/>Time of day: Night <br/><br/>Tagging: Belladonna<br/></strong><br/><br/>The woman's gentle caress along his shaft brought him to full arousal, eliciting a small moan that was almost a growl. His lips slid along her neck again, teeth grazing her flesh, and he felt himself throbbing hungrily in her hand. He increased his own rhythm, his eager fingers growing wet with her building desire, and finally at the end of his patience, he pressed forward, lowering her to the bed.<br/><br/>Climbing atop her like a wolf ready for the kill, Desmond wasted no time, pushing past her delicate slit with his rigid girth. Her velvety opening slid like silk along his flesh, and he repressed a shiver of ecstasy that nonetheless had flesh along his arms rising in tiny little bumps of ecstasy. He pushed his hips forward as far as they would go, feeling the tightness of the young woman's body envelop him, and this time he did growl, one hand rising to wrap around the back of her slender neck, holding her in place.<br/><br/>He began rocking his hips back and forth, rolling them in a deep and steady rhythm, his dark eyes watching her face as he did. He longed to see the desire and pleasure on her features that would surely mirror his own. If the young woman had been with many men during her time at Lola's, he could not tell. She was as fresh to him as a girl her age should be, and he relished the idea of being the first to claim her, however unlikely that might be. He was a conquistador eager to lay claim to every part of her flesh, to claim her as his own, even if only for one night.