The next morning

Two figures laid in Betsy’s bed, their naked bodies pressed against each other, as the rays of the morning sun found their way past the drawn curtains.
The light fell upon Pike, and slowly he was awoken from his deep sleep.

He had slept deep, as he was unused to the soft feel of a bed and had good reason to be dead-tired when he and Betsy finally went to bed.
Pike now felt her soft body against, and how Betsy slowly grinded her sweet ass against his cock, which was already rock hard.
“Well, I’m glad to see that you’re still functioning.” He chuckled as he bent his head down and twitched his member.

Eager to wake Betsy from her sleep, Pike ran his right index finger down her spine and continued down her ass-crack, circling it round her anus before finally slipping it inside her tight little pussy.

“Good morning.” Betsy purred as she was awoken by Pike’s soft fingering, and leaned back to give him a hard kiss, her tongue probing his mouth.
Pike moaned into Betsy’s mouth as he felt her fingers grab his penis, guiding it towards her puffy cunt-lips.

Repositioning his right onto her wide hip, Pike reached round with his left one and found one of Betsy’s nipples, teasing the thick bud while he penetrated her.
He took it slow, gently pushing his cock back and forth while Betsy pushed back onto his crotch.

After a few minutes of slow, firm thrusts, Pike’s efforts were rewarded as Betsy’s body went limp while she bit down on her pillow, letting out a smothered scream as her mind was rocked by an intense orgasm.
Soon after that, Pike gasped hard as he ejaculated inside of her, his fingers feverishly milking her tits.

The couple laid still in bed for a while, cuddling and kissing, before Pike got out of bed.

His gear had been brought up to Betsy’s room by one of her girls late last night, and his Sharp’s rifle was now leaned against her desk, while his holstered Colt lay on a heavy oak chest.
Putting on his clean set of clothes before buckling his holster, Pike finally put on his boots and grabbed his brown Stetson.

Meanwhile, Betsy had wrapped the sweaty sheets around her curvy body, and had watched him dress.
“What, you’re just going to walk out on me after causing this mess, honey?” She asked him, and motioned at the sight of her extremely untidy bed.
“Sorry baby, but I’ll soon be back.” Pike smiled at her.
“You better be,” Betsy said and rose out of the bed, her hands on her hips as she stood naked before him, “cause I’ll be wanting more of you.”
With that, she stepped up and pressed her body against his, giving him a fiery kiss while her breasts mashed against his torso.

Feeling how Betsy began to unbuckle his belt again, Pike broke the kiss and grabbed her hands.
“Sorry baby, but I’ve got to see the sheriff about Aims.”
“The sheriff?” Betsy asked, cocking her right eyebrow.
“Yeah, the sooner I meet him the better.”
Hearing this, Betsy brook into a wicked smile and then said:
“Yeah, hope all goes well with… him”

While walking out of Betsy’s brothel, Pike wondered what the hell that wicked smile had been about.