CHAPTER EIGHT
Maisie
Three months later …
It’s been three months since I first discovered Tyler in my barn, and boy, has life changed since then. I’m not sure how long he’s gonna be here, but for now, I’m not worrying about that. It’s the new me, the confident, carefree Maisie, and not the old worrywart who trembled at the smallest sign of trouble.
Because things are so much easier now. Before, I freaked out if the slightest thing was wrong. If the window didn’t close, I was sure it was going to fall off its hinges. If the door rattled, I was sure there was an intruder, ready to chop off my head.
So Tyler’s helped me let go. Not just with the loving, which happens non-stop, but mentally too. He helps me relax, by kissing me when I feel scared, by licking my cunt when I’m disturbed. It’s the best kind of stress relief for sure.
And not a day goes by where I don’t thank my lucky stars for this man. The harvest is going to be good, the animals are all healthy. Plus, I’ve had some time to read more since Tyler’s shouldering the chores. I can actually sit down and get a couple chapters in most days. Right now, it’s Anna Karenina and then after that, Lolita. Yep, I love troubled dames, guess it comes from being one not so long ago myself.
But it’s weird. I still don’t know that much about the man. Whenever I ask, the alpha’s vague, saying, “You’re too pretty to worry about this stuff,” or “My past is my past, and the past stays in the past.”
What does that mean? Why does he speak in riddles? Is he some kind of axe murderer? Or did he have a disturbed childhood? Whatever it is, Tyler never wants to talk about it, distracting me with talk about the GED, or if I’m really insistent about answers, a lick to my pussy.
So I’ve given up. Every day we work together as I care for the house and he works over the fields, and every night he works over my body with the same expert precision. He knows my sweet spots better than I know them myself now, and can’t seem to get enough.
I was cooking our lunch one day when he sauntered into the house wearing nothing but his distressed denim jeans and brown work boots. Tyler drips with sweat and I’m salivating just watching him drink a glass of ice water.
“Hi,” I flirt while sashaying across the kitchen to greet him. His eyes flicker over me, lips curling behind the glass.
Without words he places the glass on the counter and grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me close to greet me with his tongue. I love the flavor of this man, especially after a day working on the farm. Unable to resist, I move my kisses to his jawline, making my way to his neck to taste the salty tang of his glistening skin.
“Baby, I have a lot of work to do,” he grunts, but I won’t give up. Moving downwards, I kiss his naked chest, moving from one nipple to the other, teasing him in the same way he does me. His fingers are in my hair, and he clenches tight, making me squeal before pulling my face back to his.
“Why are you so disobedient? You know I have to work,” he grunts, cocking his head to the side with a gleam in those blue eyes. The man’s so dark from preparing the farm for harvest, his skin the perfect shade of golden brown.
“You never told me to stop,” I retort sweetly and he laughs softly at my sassiness. But then his face grows serious.
“Who do you usually sell your harvest to?”
Tyler’s face tightens as the topic changes, mood darkening. I step back to look at him intently, but the man is all business. So I tell him, honestly and simply.
“The Morgans, from the next town over, used to buy all the corn we could produce. They’re strictly in cattle, so they use half as feed and the other half as re-sale,” I confide.
If there’s one thing farmers don’t casually discuss it’s who they buy and sell from. This is top secret business information that you don’t just throw out there in the wind. But with Tyler, I feel safe and confident.
“Why the Morgans? They must be making a killing reselling,” he grinds out. “You could sell this directly to market and make twice the money,” comes a low rumble, and I take a deep breath.
“Tyler, I don’t deal with all of that stuff. Pa set it up and I’m just doing what he used to do. Besides, Mr. Morgan called me right after Pa died and promised to buy my crop, so I know I can make money if I get a good harvest for him,” my words come tumbling out, trying to explain. God, please let him accept my answer. We’re already too far along, I couldn’t change direction even if I wanted to.
And after giving me a long look, Tyler lets it go.
“Okay, baby, come here,” he extends his arms and I happily walk into them, ecstatic to end this conversation. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he adds and I can hear him inhale deeply, nose buried in my hair.
“I don’t know much about that stuff, Tyler. It makes me anxious even talking about it. I just need to get through my first harvest,” I explain and he rubs my back in a silent gesture of understanding before tilting my head upwards to kiss my pouting lips.
“I know. I’m sorry,” he kisses me once more and I move to make our plates while he sits at the dining table.
I’ve made two sandwiches on this fancy loaf Tyler brought in from the market yesterday. He called it shibotta, or something like that, but after seeing the price tag I just called it expensive. My vegetable garden is flourishing, so I took a few of my ripe potatoes and made a fresh batch of crispy chips, which Pa used to love.
“You made these?” Tyler asks while examining a chip with a skeptical eye.
“Who else?” I quip with all the sassiness I can manage.
“Most people just buy them in a bag, you know,” he raises an eyebrow, teasing me right back.
“Yeah, well is that bagged nonsense better than this?” I counter, holding up one of the paper-thin slices of fried potato.
“No, ma’am,” he smiles before popping another chip into his mouth.
After lunch Tyler goes back to the field once he’s updated me on the status of the crop. Somehow he works five times as fast as me, so he’s already managed to harvest a ton of corn, plus bale some hay, plus move a ton of equipment to the barn. All that would have taken me months on my own, and I thank my lucky stars again for this man.
Happy and content, the rest of my afternoon flies by as I move between cleaning the house and prepping for my GED test. The amount of information I already know shocks me. Tyler’s quizzed me a few times and I can tell my perfect scores impress him. Sometimes I wonder about him, because I caught him skimming the book early one morning when he thought I was still asleep. He said it was just out of curiosity, but when I later asked him about his education, his answers were unclear again, shrouded in secrecy.
“You talk like you went to school,” I teased him one night over dinner. When he didn’t respond at all I decided to pry further. “Did anyone in your family go to college?”
His answer was slow and reluctant, like the words were being dragged from his chest.
“I’m not too big on school,” that deep voice rumbled. “I always hated it,” he’d said reluctantly. Okay, but this was the vaguest answer ever. Did he graduate? Where did he go? Why did he hate it?
But I let it go because there’s no reason to poke the bear. Besides, I never feel like he’s hiding anything, just that he’s uncomfortable talking about himself. Lucky for him, I can talk about Pa and me all day, and so I do. Tyler listens to my stories while nodding and running his fingers through my hair, stopping to comment occasionally.
“But you said the Morgans paid everyone a generous amount for their land,” he questioned after hearing me complain.
“Yeah, but they didn’t want to sell. Don’t you see?”
“Why’d they sell then?” he asked quizzically.
Red began rising in my eyes.
“What do you mean? Because they pressured them, Tyler! There are three Morgan brothers and they’re pure evil with lots of money. We can’t fight them! Pa was the only one that stood up to their arrogant asses and what’d that get him? A trashed barn and a destroyed car. All because he didn’t want to accept their ‘generous amount,’” I spat furiously.
Tyler was silent for a moment, blue eyes dark.
“Assholes,” he finally ground out, and I could feel the anger leaving my body. It was nice to have a teammate on my side, someone who cared about the Double H.
“Exactly,” I sighed again. “It’s not fair in a million ways, but what can we do? We’re tiny homesteads up against an industrial giant, so it’s not like we have any power.”
Tyler nodded slowly again, eyes not meeting mine.
“Fucking sucks,” was his succinct reply, and I let it go after that. After all, what could he do for me? As much as I adored the man, he was a traveling ranch hand, someone with little in the bank, and absolutely no sway with the big guys in the business. So his emotional support was what mattered most.
Besides, I haven’t even told him the worst part, about how those Morgan brothers were disgusting and crude. Sure, they’d vandalized our property, but even worse was their vulgar and vile behavior towards me. Jacob, the oldest came by after Pa died and grabbed his crotch while telling me I needed a new daddy now.
Mitch, the youngest, was even worse. He whipped out his dong and peed on our porch, leaving a stinking pool of fluorescent yellow urine right on our doorstep. It took every ounce of pride for me not to cry right then, because it’d only excite them more.
So I hate those boys. There was nothing or no one that could ever change my mind about it. And it’d do no good to tell Tyler because what would he do? Run over there and wring their necks? Burn down their crop and get himself charged with vandalism? There were no good answers, and it was better to leave out this part of the sad story for now.
The oven chime jolts me from my thoughts and I make my way to take out the brownies I’ve made to go along with our beef roast and mashed potatoes. Tyler loves my cooking, so I try to make him all types of meals; it’s the least I can do in exchange for all he’s done around the farm and house.
“Wow baby,” he grunts from the side door and I turn to face him, draped in my red-checkered apron.
“I was just going to call you in. I hope you’re hungry,” I smile at his sweaty body and he closes his eyes in exaggerated exhaustion.
“I’m starving,” he groans before stumbling towards me.
“Oh, my tired man,” I coo while taking his face into my hands, sprinkling kisses all over his damp cheeks.
“What’d you make? It smells amazing,” he compliments my cooking, as he does every night, before glancing over my shoulder for a peek.
Turning so my ass is pressed against the stiff waistband of his denim, I point to each pot as he hovers near my ear. His hands are on my belly, pulling me into him, and my body heats from the friction.
“You’re lucky I’m so hungry, or I’d take you down right here in this kitchen,” he warns with a growl before pulling me close.
I giggle.
“I’m sure we’ll get to that,” is my sweet coo. “But for now eat.”
And with a thump, Tyler drops into a chair at the table, eyeing the food ravenously. He takes a humongous bite so that half the plate is gone in an instant. I giggle again.
“Glad you like it,” comes my purr.
“Honey,” he grunts after another bite. “I fuckin’ love it, your food is honey to the gut.”
I laugh again, throwing my head back. But it’s time to get serious.
“So is everything okay?” I ask Tyler, settling across from him at the dining table. My roast has come out perfectly, so he’s more focused on the plate in front of him than me. “Is the crop fine? The harvest fine? We ready to sell?”
“It’s all good, baby,” he answers without looking up, fork still moving in a blur.
And we finish our dinner in silence before I make each of us a big brownie sundae, complete with chocolate sauce and my homemade vanilla ice cream.
“You’re going to have me waddling on that field soon,” he jokes when I set his dessert bowl in front of him.
“I can take it back,” I tease, reaching for the bowl, but Tyler tightly grasps my wrist in his grip before dipping my fingers into his ice cream.
“What are you doing?” I giggle at the sensation of the mix of hot chocolate sauce and cold ice cream on my fingertips. The blues of his eyes darken as lust takes over. Moving my hand to his mouth, his tongue slowly swirls around my petite fingers. Taking my fingers in his mouth, he slowly sucks the sweetness off, keeping his eyes on me as I try to straddle him, but he stops suddenly.
“Sit down,” come the words, while my heart races. Oh my god, what does he have planned next?
“Baby,” I plead. He knows what he’s doing teasing me with his expert tongue.
“We have to have dessert,” he says as if it’s obvious, before softly kissing the pads of my fingertips.
I’ve never wanted to skip dessert a day in my life, but tonight I’m dying sitting across from Tyler as he slowly licks the cream from his spoon. Deciding to join him in his little game, I dip my fingers in my own bowl and lick my fingers clean as he did. Clenching his jaw, I watch him move his hand beneath the table to adjust that growing cock and my heart flutters wildly.
But before I can finish the bowl, Tyler rises from the table and takes it before quickly shoveling my remaining dessert into his mouth with two heaping scoops.
I squeal watching him quickly wash the two dishes before leaning down and swooping me into his arms. Loud laughs escape my throat as he tickles my neck while carrying me up the steps before gently laying me on soft sheets.
“You should be naked by the time I get back,” he whispers in a dark tone that lets me know it’s more than a suggestion. Unable to speak under his intimate glare, I simply nod and watch him disappear into the en suite.
Jumping to my feet, I scramble through my drawer of underclothes, searching for the negligee he gave me a while back. Most times our sessions are spontaneous and impromptu, so I’ve never had the opportunity to dress before Tyler is shoving his cock in me and making me scream.
But as I struggle with the tiny bit of nothing, my arms get tangled. There’s a mix of black straps and several swatches of cream lace, but I don’t know which way is up. After struggling some more, probably looking like a headless chicken, the straps twist to lie flat against my soft skin and I breathe easy, adjusting the cups. Well, what can be called cups, they’re so tiny and sheer, barely even covering my nipples.
Luckily the matching panties are quite simple, with only two extra straps above the briefs, which make my waist look much smaller than it is. Looking into the mirror, my eyes grow wide.
Holy shit, I’m a sexpot! comes the thought unbidden. The negligee has lifted my breasts so like they’re two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Fluffing my hair, I blow a kiss at myself, giggling quietly.
“Goddamn, you look amazing,” comes a low growl from behind. Tyler’s behind me, I can feel it rather than hear it, and I spin to see him wiping droplets from his neck with a white towel, those blue eyes trailing every inch of my curvy body. But he’s the one who’s gorgeous. Those pecs are defined and muscular, abs the perfect six pack. And that dong. That huge length protrudes from the towel wrapped around his waist, making my mouth water.
And I’ve gained new confidence as well. So instead of waiting for him to make a move, I purr again.
“Thank you,” I say, stalking towards him like Catwoman, and for the first time in our three months together I feel in complete control as he stands rooted in place, long dick growing before my eyes. When I lift on tippytoes to kiss his soft lips, the alpha remains still, so I run my tongue across his mouth before kissing his jawline and neck. Gone is the saltiness, replaced by the fresh clean flavor of man that I love so much.
His cock presses into me as I make my way down his body, licking every droplet of water from his shower. The lingerie has given me an extra layer of confidence and empowered, I get on my knees, his hard cock directly in front of my face. My mouth waters as I slow my seduction to make him wait, watching as his balls rise slowly. Umm, he’s real horny, just the way I like.
“Maisie, please,” he grunts, thrusting his cock forward, confirming my suspicion.
“Please what?” I ask before biting my bottom lip in the way I know drives him crazy. His cock grows shiny from the pre-cum coating the head of his manhood. Throwing his head back, he speaks to the ceiling, control level obviously plummeting.
“Suck it, Maisie,” he bites through his teeth. He must not like this game so much from the other side.
He’s had enough torture, so I slowly run the flat of my tongue across the tip of his cock, soaking up his arousal before humming my delight. Tyler always tastes so sweet after a long shower. Lining slow, sloppy kisses up the shaft, I sense his impatience as he shifts his weight and drops his hand to my hair.
But rather than giving in, I lick to the base and twirl my tongue in circles. His breathing is loud and harsh when I make my way to his balls, taking both in my mouth and sucking gently. Those thighs instinctively open, spreading further as he takes a deep breath, that big chest growing big.
But Tyler’s shown me heaven, because when his legs spread, I spy that narrow strip of flesh between his balls and his asshole. His perineum, that’s right, that sensitive spot right in front of his anus, and something in me has to taste it. Leaning forward, I run my tongue down this thin strip of private flesh, savoring his vulnerability. Fuck, this is so sexy, me licking the cowboy here, making his legs wobble.
And a strange sound slips out of his mouth then. It’s a mix of moan, cry, and growl, an alpha at his peak, letting a woman use him, letting him become a fucktoy. Oh shit, my nips grow hard, pussy dripping at that sound.
“You like big guy?” comes my coo, as I lick his soft, secret skin again, fondling his balls with one hand, dick with the other. My tongue snakes out again, savoring that sweet spot once more. “You like?”
But Tyler’s not fucking around.
“Put me in your mouth right now, baby girl,” he rasps, hand grabbing my hair, and I oblige. Repositioning myself, I bump his cock playfully with my cheek. Oh shit, his erection is so severe it looks painful.
“You want to fuck my mouth?” I ask lightly and his head instantly drops, eyes looking at me in disbelief.
“What do you think?” he rasps again, blue eyes blazing into mine.
But I run with it, using my newfound confidence.
“Then do it Daddy. If you want to fuck my mouth, then do it. I’m a slutty bitch, teach me a lesson,” I retort sassily, and his fist instantly clenches a fistful of hair before his cock is thrust into my throat. I’m jump backwards immediately, trying to avoid some of his monstrous cock, but he pulls my hair, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth.
“Take it, you dirty bitch!” he growls, grabbing my hair as his hips pump forward. Oh shit, oh shit! He’s fucking me just like he would my pussy, a deep heave, one-two, one-two. His cock is shoved down my tight throat, and just seeing the immense pleasure on his face makes me cream in my new lingerie, sticky wetness dripping between my thighs.
“Of fuck, baby! Unnh! Fuck!” he groans and I inhale, opening my throat wider to take in a little more of him. Twisting my neck from side to side, I swivel my mouth around his throbbing dick as his hand pulls so roughly on my hair. Oh shit, I’ve never seen Tyler lose control like this, his body begs for release, jerking roughly with the slightest movement of my tongue.
Every one of his groans is followed by a high-pitched moan; his body is on the verge of an eruption and it can’t come soon enough. My eyes water from the pressure, jaws aching when he looks down at me, blue eyes fierce.
“Open up,” he snarls and instantly, a thick, warm liquid splashes down my esophagus, bubbly and frothy, making me choke.
But I’ve learned a lot, and semen is my new favorite drink.
“Mmm,” comes my delirious hum even as my throat opens automatically, letting it all in. He seems to come forever, pulsing wildly between my lips, filling me to the brim with hot white spunk until it leaks from the corners of my mouth. But I’m a good girl and gulp as much as possible, cheeks hollow, moaning deliriously as I get a dose of the frothy stuff.
And finally, the jerking and twitching stops, the splashes becoming small squirts of delicious sperm. I pull back, both of us watching intently as that huge cockpole emerges from between my pink lips, glistening with saliva and streaks of white.
“Mmmm,” comes my delirious moan again. “Mmmm, tastes good.”
His cock finally pops out, huge and hung, wet and used.
“God,” he grunts, stumbling backwards until his legs hit the bed, causing him to sit down with a thump.
But I’m not done yet. Still on my knees, I drop to all fours and seductively crawl towards him, swaying my ass. Sex between Tyler and me is a game of pleasure and I can tell from the look of astonishment on his face that I’m winning tonight. He’s completely captivated by my nasty girl routine and I’m determined to capitalize on his moment of weakness.
“I’m creamy, Daddy,” comes my whine while rubbing my sex through the lace panties. “Help me?”
Tyler’s eyes take it all in, the heaving tits, the wet spot at my crotch, springing into action.
“Get the fuck up here,” comes a harsh bark. And rising to my feet, I pose in front of him, showing off my sexy negligee, allowing him to enjoy his gift.
“Do you like it?” I coo, cocking a hip sassily.
“I love it,” he answers without hesitation. Moving slowly, I walk towards him before lifting one leg, resting my knee on the side of his thigh and following suit with my other leg so I’m straddling that hard body. His hands roam over my body aggressively, squeezing my ass when he reaches my plump backside.
But I’m not done yet.
“Cowboy,” comes my muffled purr, “I have something for you.”
“Oh yeah?” he grunts, palming my tits, squeezing those hard nipples until I squeal again. “It better be your sloppy cunt.”
I giggle again.
“It is,” I assure him, “but something else too. Here, look,” comes my purr, and I open my mouth, showing him inside. Because I’ve saved a mouthful of his cum, the white spunk sticky and goopy between my lips, savory and sweet just for him.
Tyler looks and instantly, those eyes burn fiercely again.
“Fuck you’re so fucking dirty,” he grunts, pulling me close for a kiss. “What a fucking nasty ho. Let me taste it,” he commands.
And like a monster, the alpha frenches me then, drinking his own sperm, gulping the dirty snowball.
“Aw fuck,” comes that masculine grunt, his mouth chewing slightly, eating up the goop. “You are sexy as fuck Maisie. I’m gonna fuck you until your pussy’s overflowing with cum,” he says slowly before kissing me passionately again, licking away the last droplets of sperm.
An electric pulse radiates through my body then, everything humming and horny. Shit, Tyler makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, ready to play in the gutter together. My hips grind against his still erect dick while his mouth laps at mine, savoring the white.
But the new me isn’t in control because I make a big boo-boo then.
“I love you,” the words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. What the hell? Why the hell did I say that? This is a time to grind pussy on dick, to taste his fluids and let him spurt deep, not to proclaim myself. What the hell just happened? My heart thunders at a hundred miles an hour, breath coming fast. Oh my god, oh my god, why why why? How could I be so stupid? I want to commit suicide at the moment, to melt into the ground and disappear.
But to my surprise Tyler doesn’t look scared, shooting me a slow grin instead.
“Yeah, I know,” comes that low growl, filled with supreme masculine confidence. “I know.”
That makes me jerk back, eyes flitting to his.
“You know?” comes my whisper. “What do you mean, you know?”
Tyler can’t be shaken.
“Trust me honey,” he growls. “I know when a woman loves me. You tell me with this,” he says, touching my stiff nipples, “and this,” he continues, running a finger through my slit until it’s creamy with female juice. “But most of all, with this,” he says, touching my temple. “You watch me all the time, baby girl, you pant for me, you think about me all the time. I know,” he finishes in a rumble.
And I can’t deny it. I’m in love with this man, absolutely his in every way, shape and form. So I don’t even try to deny it.
“Yes,” I whisper back and he cups my ass, lifting me up. Our eyes are interlocked and without a word I know he loves me too. I can feel it in every ounce of my being.
Never breaking eye contact, Tyler slowly pulls the panties down my legs, taking in my wet pussy. Raising the lace to his face, he inhales deeply before tossing them across the room. A smirk of arrogant confidence overtakes his face, and I shiver, lost to him. Oh god, oh god, this is my man, and there are no winners or losers, just us.
“Open up for me. I need you soaking tonight,” he grunts harshly, and like a slave, I spread my legs for him. His head drops between my legs and my pussy involuntarily thrusts forward, crashing into his waiting tongue.
He inhales deeply, eyes closing, breathing in my cunt smell before going in for a deep lick, making me throw my head back and whine, high-pitched and needy.
A low growl of approval escapes his throat.
“You’re always so fucking wet,” comes that harsh rasp. “You wanna be my nasty girl?” he grunts before circling my opening with the tip of his tongue. Oh god. I’m already teetering on the edge of climax and he’s barely touched me. My God, he owns my body.
“Tyler, yes, please!” I moan, thrashing and twisting, as he tugs a pussy lip with his mouth. Sensing my need for release, the alpha dives into my sex with that expert tongue, working me over, female juices flowing like nectar. The vibrations are rising quickly and I lift my legs into the air to give him full access, rolling backwards until my ankles are almost up by my ears.
“Yes!” I cry, body wracked with a mix of pleasure and wanting. My clit is throbbing, so when he takes me in his mouth and gently sucks my most sensitive spot, I fall over the edge, exploding in a shower of sparks. The vibrations rock through my body and my legs shake as ecstasy pours out of me.
“Fuuuuuuck!” comes a shriek, pussy spasming and winking madly, boiling with sensation. “Fuuuuck!”
But Tyler’s nowhere near done. A harsh chuckle escapes as he pushes a finger into my hole to feel it contract around him, grabbing that digit tight, massaging it like it’s a real dick.
“I’m not done with you,” Tyler growls while showering my belly with kisses that end in a bite as he makes his way up my body. The cowboy gives me multiple orgasms every night, so I arch my back in anticipation when he finally settles between my legs, balancing his weight on his elbows.
“I want you,” I whisper while reaching up to run my fingernails down his washboard abs.
“I know,” that confident masculine growl comes again, the alpha’s face a harsh mask of lust. “I know, baby girl, I know.”
But Tyler means business now, lining his cock up with my opening.
“You ready to get fucked?”
The cowboy looks down at me, abs flexing to perfection. But the alpha doesn’t wait for my response, instead surging forwards, driving into me with that huge man meat, pussy spread and delicious.
“Ahh!” I moan as he pushes into me while lowering his body flush against mine. Wrapping my legs around him, I run my fingers through his hair as he fills me up perfectly. Plunging in and out, my cunt is so wet there’s a squishy wet sound with each stroke. He feels perfect; this is absolute perfection.
“You’re mine,” he whispers harshly in my ear, hips pummeling away, making me take dick. “All mine.”
And I can’t deny it, the spasms wrack my body again, cunt dissolving in tremors again.
“Yes, I’m yours!” I cry out involuntarily, my feelings impossible to contain. “I love you Tyler, ahhhhh!”
“Maisie,” he growls while digging into me. I lift my legs into the air, spreading wide so that he can lift himself and fall into me. His cock is so deep; my stomach muscles are clenched in pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, give it to me!” comes my scream and he increases his pace, slamming into me faster and faster before tilting my hips to hit a spot he knows so well. Just when I feel I’m ready to come again he pulls out and flips me over before diving back into my pussy from behind. Lifting onto all fours I poke my ass out while arching my back, just how he’s taught me, and he tightly grips my hips, pulling me into him with every thrust.
“You thought it was so easy, you little slut? You fucking love this cock,” he grunts, pumping me full.
“Yes, Daddy, I love this big cock!” comes my answering pant, cunt dissolving beneath his deep, fast pace. His thrusts come even faster now, labored grunts escaping his chest, balls high and tight against my ass.
“Come for me, you dirty little bitch,” is the harsh command, and I can’t disobey, it’s so fucking hot. Because I am his dirty bitch, my cunt is his, my sloppy pussy branded with his cum.
In answer, I explode once more, body going completely limp as energy rolls in waves. My pussy shivers and clenches down so hard I almost cut off Tyler’s dick, making him groan in mixed pleasure and pain. But I don’t want it to be over, and Tyler turns it up even further then, humping my ass, that hard body desperately chasing his own release.
“Fuck! You fucking slut,” he grinds out and I try with everything I’ve got to lift my ass up as he drills me hard from behind. Maybe some words would help, god knows his dirty talk drives me over the edge. So I take a deep breath.
“Yeah, fuck me Daddy,” comes my delirious moan, knees spreading even more. “Fuck this slutty cunt, give it to me.”
And that does the trick. With a long, drawn-out roar, Tyler explodes in my puss, going completely haywire, bucking uncontrollably like an animal. Taking a cue from his playbook, I balance my weight on my elbows and shove my ass towards him, meeting each of his frantic thrusts. With his arms wrapped through my underarms, his body is gripping me from every angle, powering through the explosion.
But both of us are triple-X rated, NC-17 to the max, and we don’t want it to end. So I scream my next command.
“Fuck my ass, Daddy!” I cry, “Fuck it, fuck it!”
And without missing a beat he slips his cock from my pussy and shoves it into my puckered asshole.
“Oh fuck! You dirty fucking slut! You want it nasty?” he grunts, and I cry out in assent. Oh god, he’s still so hard after already coming once, and my butt is completely destroyed, stretched so tight even as my pussy throbs, still pulsing wetly.
“Unnnh!” I squeal my reply, unable to form any words. “Unnnh!”
Not missing a beat, Tyler reaches around my torso and shoves a couple fingers into my cunt, filling me up in both holes. Oh shit, I’m being double penetrated! The pressure is so exquisite, hard cock grinding against questing fingers through my vaginal wall, and my body instinctively reacts, jerking again, almost like I’m trying to escape. But there’s no escape because Daddy’s an expert cowboy, riding my asshole like a pro.
“Giddyup,” he grinds out, shoving in deeper with both his fingers and dick. “Heigh-ho, little slut,” comes his grunt again. Heigh-ho? What the hell is that? But I want it, I desperately want it, and my ass lunges backwards to swallow more as his pace increases, becoming a deep, thorough drill.
A moan escapes my lips, body so fucked. Oh shit, now four fingers are shoved inside my cunt, the big man finger-fucking my pussy while his cock reams my ass.
“Fuck me, fuck me, Tyler!” I beg hoarsely, and he grunts again, pummeling both my holes so hard. Air escapes my lungs, his grip so tight, that male body so heavy, pushing me downwards as I struggle to keep my ass hoisted in the air.
“Ahh, you nasty bitch! Fuck!” the cowboy roars and slams into me again, prompting me to scream loudly as another orgasm pumps through my body. My asshole clenches tight, hard, and that does it. The fierce squeeze causes his cock to erupt, blast after blast of milky white lining my rectal walls, splashing into my GI tract. Oh god, it feels so good, getting reamed in the ass, that big dick giving it up in my bottom hole.
Tyler grunts too, massive body glued to mine from behind, balls quivering as he unleashes in my rectum. Oh god, oh god. Lowering my body, I slowly push back, sinking his length back in me before letting him slide out and then repeating the motion three more times.
“Give it all to me, Daddy,” I pant, clenching my asshole repeatedly, milking him dry. “All of it, give it to me.”
He groans one last time, emptying into my back chamber, dick twitching and jerking reflexively before collapsing onto my back, panting. Oh god, this feels so good, that massive male form pressed against my me. Our skin is glued together, the last droplets of cum ejected into my ass. I could stay here forever, I could die this way, but Tyler rolls us over, dick still stuck in my dark star.
“Don’t want to crush you, sweetheart,” comes that low voice. “You won’t be able to handle another fuck session if I crush you.”
My giggle is immediate.
“I know Daddy,” comes my sweet reply. “Don’t worry, I’m fine if you want to do it again.” Shit, both my holes are filled with spunk now, I can feel hot trails from both my ass and pussy. I shift sinuously, loving the sticky wetness between my legs.
Surely, Tyler’s gonna say something nasty again, something disgusting to get us started on round two. But instead, the big man pulls out, exiting my asshole with a nasty pop, and flips me around to look me in the eyes.
“I love you too, Maisie,” that low growl comes, blue eyes penetrating to my soul, and a gasp escapes my lips. I don’t know why, but I honestly didn’t expect him to say it back. Chalk it up to my preconceived notions about the strong, silent type, but I honestly didn’t think I’d ever hear the words, and my surprise must be obvious.
“Tyler, you don’t –” I start but he presses his index finger to my lips to stop me.
“Maisie, I’ve loved you from the beginning,” he growls. “From the first moment you sucked my dick in the barn, thinking I was unconscious.”
I protest again. That’s hardly love, that’s a lonely cowgirl trying to get her fill.
But the big man stops me again.
“These past few months have been the best of my life. And I want to make your life easier,” his words are overwhelming and I inhale with a shiver, a tear escaping my eye.
“I want all of your tears to be happy tears. I want to spend every day working together and every night working you over,” he continues, smiling through the pun as I giggle through my sobs.
“Seeing you smile is the best payday I’ve ever earned in my life. I know I don’t deserve you and I don’t have much, but god, Maisie, I swear I’ll love you until my dying day. Will you marry me?” he finishes on one long, drawn-out breath.
I pause, completely flabbergasted. Did I really just hear that? Did the man of my dreams just propose to me, the lonely cowgirl without a friend in the world?
But Tyler’s serious, and he continues, blue eyes searching my soul.
“I know I don’t have a ring. I’m just a poor ranch hand, but Maisie, I swear I’ll give you everything in this world. I’ll work as hard as I have to, I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy,” he adds roughly. “Just give me a chance, baby, give me a chance.”
And that was going too far, because I love this man. He was promising his heart, and that was more than enough.
“Tyler,” comes my soft cry. “I don’t care about a ring. I don’t care about a diamond or any of that materialistic stuff. Because we love each other, and that’s what matters. Of course I’ll marry you,” I breathe before pressing my lips to his, imbuing it with feeling, happiness overflowing my heart.
He kisses me back ravenously, devouring my mouth with his, that hardness pressed against my hip this time.
“Shit honey, you make me the luckiest man in the world,” comes his rasp after we break apart. “But Maisie baby,” he starts and pauses while looking into my eyes.
“What?” I ask and I know there’s something he doesn’t want to say. “What is it?”
Smiling, I try to make him feel comfortable. There’s nothing Tyler could do to change my mind, and I want him to know he can tell me anything.
He bites his lip, looking troubled for the first time in our relationship.
“What if we skipped the big wedding and just went to the courthouse? Would that ruin everything? You can tell me, I know a lot of girls want the huge shebang,” he tries to sound reassuring, and I actually giggle.
“Tyler, I don’t care about that stuff,” comes my soft reply. “You know that. I’m just a simple girl, and love is all that matters to me. You can always tell me everything Tyler, I’ll never judge you. But I always want you to be honest with me, okay? We’re honest with each other.”
My words seem to hit him like a ton of bricks, but I can’t be sure why. For a second I think he might tell me something, darkness clouding those eyes. But instead he just kisses me intensely one last time before grabbing my hand.
“So the courthouse it is?” he asks hoarsely again, those blue eyes seizing mine. “Once and for all, til death do us part?”
I melt right then. With our hands clasped, foreheads almost touching, it feels like we’re saying our marriage vows now, in the privacy of our home.
“Yes, City Hall is fine. The courthouse it is, until forever,” are my soft words.
And Tyler takes my mouth again, first gently, softly, like a caring lover, before the kiss becomes deep and all-encompassing. Because this is my alpha. He started as an injured ranch hand in a barn stall, but he’s become so much more than that. Tyler runs my farm now, he’s the man making sure this operation chugs along, and I can’t wait to marry him as part of the bargain. I can’t live without this cowboy, and neither can my farm. But now, that won’t be a problem … because we’ll be husband and wife, united forever, our hearts touching, our minds one.