Buck Me Cowboy

Because for sure that hot little bod is gonna be dancing on my fuckpole. Soon, she’ll be creaming hard as she cries out my name, screaming for more, twisting and gyrating. Because Maisie’s my girl … and I’m the cowboy of her dreams, she just doesn’t know it yet.

CHAPTER FOUR

Maisie

It’s so terrible. I have the hottest alpha roaming around my ranch, dressed in tight jeans that hug his butt, fixing stuff for free around the house and barn. And instead of being grateful for his help, all I want to do is jump his bones. I try to keep my feelings inside. I try not to let it show, but it’s really obvious sometimes.

We were talking once more about his pay, me trying to get him to name a price, but the cowboy was stubborn. He kept putting me off, shooting me sly grins, hinting about something I had, that no other girl could give.

“What do you mean?” I breathed, trying to keep my heart from fluttering right out of my chest. “My parents didn’t leave me much,” I said, gesturing to the tiny living room, the small shabby kitchen, the fields outside that had yet to be worked. “But I want you to have something. You shouldn’t be working for free, it’s not right.”

“Oh you’ll figure it out,” the alpha drawled again, winking. “You’ll figure it out.”

“But Ty, I can’t afford to give you anything but room and board,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry, you know my financial state.”

The cowboy merely raised a dark eyebrow, his finger sensuously caressing the tabletop.

“I don’t need no nuthin’, my sweet Mais,” he walks towards me while speaking and grasps my chin as he says my name. “Just your innocence,” he adds with another sly grin, and I swallow deeply.

Suddenly it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, how can I be so stupid? Because that thing that I have, that no one else has, is my virginity. That’s right, I’ve been playing up this naive farm girl image, and it’s actually true. I’m untouched, and the cowboy’s saying that he’ll take my virginity as payment for his services.

Holy shit, holy shit. It’s so wrong, straight out of the devil’s playbook. And yet the idea makes me tingle. Because it’s kinda slutty right? Kinda wrong, like a whore? I have no money, so instead I’m using my body, bestowing a gift that can only be given once. Who knew that Sodom and Gomorrah would show themselves, right here on the Double H? Who knew that I’d become a slutty Jezebel, spreading my legs for a man who does errands around my house?

But the thing is that I want it. My pussy sizzles again, titillated and hot. Because yeah, I wouldn’t mind. With Tyler, a new Maisie comes out, and oh god, but what would it feel like to have that monster dong inside for my first time? What would it be like to feel that cock plugged deep, my sweet snatch split open wide by a monstrous ten incher?

And blushing, I smile back.

“Maybe,” I breathe. “Maybe.”

Tyler shoots me a grin as he turns, that big form moving down the steps.

“Think about it,” he rumbles hotly, look searing, and with that, the alpha’s gone.

Once it’s just me, I drop to the couch, taking a deep breath. That man does something to me, and although it wipes me of energy, I like it. Because is this really gonna happen? Am I really gonna have sex with a random man so he’ll do errands around my house? Am I really gonna offer him my pussy, since I can’t pay him in cash?

But Tyler clearly has no qualms because I hear him from inside the barn, tinkering away, doing something or other. So I force myself to get back on my feet, taking a deep breath.

Down girl, the voice says. Down girl, there’s a ton of work, let’s not think about money or the lack of right now.

And I force myself to get back to business. First I whip up a batch of vanilla ice cream so the milk won’t go to waste. Against my better judgment, I treat myself to a couple of scoops as soon as it sets, a luxury I rarely get to experience. My days are filled with chores around the farm, so being indoors is a nice treat.

Then I load the washing machine with dirty clothes before wiping down all of the furniture with wood polish. Just as I finish mopping the floor the washing machine stops, so I grab the clothes and head outside to hang them on the clothesline. A loud roaring sound startles me before I can snag the first shirt from the basket. My head swings around and I see Tyler sitting like a king on the tractor. A secret smile spreads on my lips. I can’t believe he’s fixed it in just one day.