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“Please,” I sighed as I felt his scruff on my face and his mouth sucking at my neck, “fuck, Jason, I’ve been working this place so long on my own, I need—ahh!” His hand was already up my gown and searching for my breasts.

“You just need a hand,” he husked, pulling his head away long enough to lock eyes with me. My mouth was agape as I looked at him, and I realized that I couldn’t do anything but give in to the desire that had been coiled up in me so long. I needed this. Now.

“Fuck me, Jason,” I begged him, my hips still grinding up against him, “I need this. I need you.”

The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the hay, and my gown was flung up high enough to show everything it tried to hide. I brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I realized his shirt was already drifting to the ground below, revealing an incredible body beneath.

He was cut like a hiker, all rock-hard abs and pecs that I wanted to throw myself onto. No, I wanted him on top of me.

No sooner than I’d finished the thought did it become reality.

He loomed over me like a predator about to devour its prey, savoring the look of mixed arousal and shock on my face as his pillar-like arms imprisoned me under him on either side. He was an animal, and I wanted him to fuck me like one.

I’d hardly let my hand wander over his mass of well-toned muscles before he reached down to tear my gown off me, leaving me completely exposed.

I let out a little yelp when his mouth touched my nipple, a rough hand going to the other. I felt his nose ring cold against my skin while he sucked at my breasts hungrily.

One of my hands grasped at the hay, looking for anything to grab onto, while the other tended to my slick womanhood. Even as it did, my hips were rocking forward, begging the bulk of masculinity above me to come closer, to give me the satisfaction I wanted so badly.

“You fucking moonshiner,” I cursed, “coming in here like you own the place, ruining a perfectly—ahh!—honest business!”

“Ain’t your business I want to ruin,” he growled, “there’s only one thing I’ve wanted since I saw you, all legs and curls.”

I heard a rustling as he reached down to his crotch, and my heart raced as I realized what he was doing. I bit my lip and looked up to him with wide eyes while I touched myself, eagerly waiting for him.

“God, I wanted to fuck you right there in the middle of the road, for the whole goddamn town to see.”

Then I saw him unzip his jeans and reveal his cock, the first one I’d ever seen in my life.

Desire washed over me and up through my body like an electric shock as I looked at the h

uge hard mass that came from his pants. It was gorgeous, purple-crowned and massive as his hand stroked it and a deep murmur came from his throat.

At that point, any shame that was left over was promptly shoved away in the back of my mind. I felt it, I knew I should push him away and go back to my bed and say my prayers like I’d always been taught…but I had to have Jason’s cock in me.

He brought the tip to my nether lips, and I pushed myself up against it and gasped. He rubbed it up against me just like he did before with his tongue, but there was so much more mass to his manhood that the sensation was totally different, and I loved it.

“I didn’t know anything about this stuff before you,” I groaned as he started grinding against my cunt, “give me everything I’ve been missing out on!”

“I’ll give you what you’ve been working so hard for,” he cooed in a voice that was both aggressively demanding yet so reassuring that I spread my legs wide, desperate for him to sink himself inside me.

And he did.

Jason shoved himself into my wet, yearning cunt, and I let out a shriek of absolute ecstasy that was lost in the rain that pattered against the barn roof.

He was in me, rocking his hips gently at first, and the warmth that filled my whole body was a feeling of satisfaction that I wanted to last forever.

“Ohhhhh,” I groaned, “fuck me, Jason! God, fuck me like I’m yours!”

He didn’t need instruction. The rocking of his hips, the feeling of his cock’s girth inside me, filling me, the feeling of his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my neck, it was all so overwhelming that my eyes rolled up into my head and I could hardly even tell what my body was doing.

I grasped at his sides, trying to get a grip, but he really was like a bull, plowing into me now faster. His hands went to my hips, gripping the toned yet soft flesh there and pulling me into him.

“Yes, fuck, just like that,” I urged him on. I don’t know how long his pumping went on, but each thrust was like a wave of comforting warmth and excitement that surged through my body.

Before I knew what had happened, a rush of pleasure crested in me, and I screamed as an orgasm crashed through me, warmth and honey dousing his cock as my fingernails dug into his broad, muscular back. I felt scars back there, and even in the rush of the orgasm I thought of the fights he might have been in, the other women he might have been with, the other danger he’d put himself through.

Then I felt suddenly empty, and I looked down to realize he’d yanked his cock out of me. I looked up at him, almost hurt by the emptiness inside me.