Buck Me Cowboy

But this is so fucked up because I’m literally supposed to be stealing Maisie’s land from her. Because what she doesn’t know is that I’m a fucking Morgan. Oh yeah, I’m one of the Morgan brothers, the guys next door with the industrial farm. We’ve got her small property surrounded on all sides, and my brothers are just dying to get their paws on her land. It’s the last little patch left before we raze this entire area, transforming it into god knows what. Probably some eye sore that’ll make a billion dollars while also destroying the earth.

So fuck. I’m so fucked. She has no idea. This sweet thing has no idea but that’s the point. Maisie doesn’t know who I am because I took off for school years ago. I’ve been incognito since, doing all that education shit. My folks figured one of us Morgan boys needed to know numbers, and that fucker was me.

So after ten years away, I’m back at the family farm. Business as usual. Tractors, plows and seeds, yeah, but also pesticides, seasonal re-routing, and fucking profit margins. I’m the money man, and Maisie’s property is the last thing standing between us and total market domination.

Shit.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

Am I gonna fuck that pussy, and then steal her land?

Am I gonna drill that twat, and then have her bend over and take it up the backside too, personally and professionally?

Because if my brothers get their way, then hell yeah. They’re gonna run her off by any means necessary, even if it means taking whatever’s left of Maisie’s dignity and pride. Even if it means breaking her heart and driving the sweet girl to the poorhouse.

Wait a sec. Not my brothers. Me. That’s my job. I’m supposed to drive her off, stripping the land bare. Me.

Fuck.

I’m so fucked.

Because ever since I saw her in the barn Maisie’s owned my thoughts. Sure, she’s got a dangerous body with those huge tits and big ass. But it’s more than her bod. It’s her sassy attitude and dedication to this godforsaken homestead. The land is in her blood, and I love the way she’s worked so hard, a teenage girl alone. Even the idea is fucking incredible. An eighteen year-old nymphet grinding her fingers to dust, trying to preserve her family legacy? Working herself to the bone, up at dawn, struggling with each and every task? Shit, anyone else in her position would have given up ages ago.

But not Maisie. My sweet girl won’t give up, she’s a fighter. She’s got steel in that backbone, and it makes me so proud I could fuckin’ burst.

And shit, but the little girl’s so sexy too. Because today I finally got through. She’s so sweet, innocent and yet knowing at once. She knows, oh yeah she knows. No one can miss that monster cock, how it twitches just for her.

Aw fuck. Back to square one. The sheets rasp loudly when I turn in bed, and it stings, pulling against my wound. Fuck. The pain lances through my leg, jolting me awake. I need to get my head on straight, take some time to clear my thoughts. Having Maisie’s boobies dance non-stop before my eyes is fucking distracting. I need to get with it, and get on with the business of stealing her land.

But shit, my fuckpole says otherwise. Aching painfully, it tells another story. I need to taste her, to feel that wet cunt on my hard cock, with those pink nipples bobbling in my mouth as she screams.

Damn, she’s so sexy.

Because I shouldn’t. The girl’s too young and innocent for a dirty, amoral bastard like me. Sure I’ve teased the female a little, but there’s a reason I always stop. She has to at least know who I am before I take it all the way. Maisie deserves that much, and I don’t want to rob her of the knowledge. The sweet thing has already gone through so much stress, and Lord knows I don’t want to add to the giant shitpile.

Guilt rushes over me as I replay our conversation about how hard she’s working on her own, and how the bank wants to foreclose on her farm. The exhaustion is visible in her eyes; her soft body breaking. She’s so beautiful. I just want to lift her load a little before it all collapses. I want to give her a short respite, a safe place to relax.

And shit, she was so sweet bandaging me up tonight. Her hands started to tremble when she saw my cock stiffening. She knows what she does to me, and I can tell that she likes it. There’s no denying that she wants me; her nipples were poking through her shirt while her chest heaved in lust. I want to bite her tits until she screams for me to stop. I’m going to make her squirm until I own her pussy. She’s mine, all mine.