Buck Me Cowboy

But it’s true because Tyler chuckles then.

“Thirsty baby girl?’ he rasps. “Thirsty after that fuck session? Because Daddy’s got something for you to drink.”

And unbidden, my mouth opens. Yes, just like the first time, I desperately want to taste that hard shaft. And this time, it’s even better because I’m gonna get anal sweat, pussy nectar, and goopy white sperm down my throat as part of the bargain. Because I’m a slut with this man, craving him, doing everything he says … and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Maisie

Oh, my pussy aches. My ass hurts too, the twinge in my bottom a deep, sinful reminder.

Slowly, I come awake. The sun’s shining brightly through the window and I squint blearily. Come to think of it, my entire body is sore. Tyler put me through the works last night because after he took my front and back holes, we went at it again. And again. And again. The alpha’s a superman, with a seemingly endless supply of sperm.

But he liked it right? So why isn’t he here now? The only thing left of the big man is an indent in the pillow, and the smell of him everywhere. Oh god, I could recognize the scent of that cock from anywhere now, the distinctive tang of his semen, the salty yet sweet musk that rises from his balls.

But my insecurity comes hurtling like a freight train then, curling me up in the bed.

Did I scare him off? My mind reels. Maybe my dirty talk was too dirty for him, or maybe the sex too nasty. I thought Daddy liked it, but maybe I was wrong. But the voice inside speaks then.

Don’t be silly, it scolds. He loved it. He fucked you so many times, how many guys would do that if they weren’t happy?

I moan a little again, but the words penetrate the fog of my brain. Because my subconscious is right. I’m coated in his cum, my pussy and ass soaked with spunk. Why would he do that if he didn’t like it?

So slowly, I roll myself off the mattress, limping to a nearby bathroom. Oh god, oh god. It’s gonna be hard to do chores today, seeing that I’m practically paralyzed from having a giant club deep inside.

But I like it, and a secret smile crosses my face. It feels good. No better than that, absolutely amazing. I’m a woman now, a real woman, not some naïve virgin hoping for dreams to come true.

Confidence makes me straighten my shoulders and I look at myself in the mirror. Okay, my curls are messy, hair like a bird’s nest, but there’s a distinctive glow. Oh yeah, a well-fucked, well-sated glow, as well as a newness about me. Because I’m a different Maisie now, assertive and outspoken, ready to handle the world. And Tyler gave me that.

A loud sputter sounds in the distance, and I glance out the bathroom window. To my delight the alpha is riding the tractor shirtless, a cowboy on a giant machine, straddling it with his legs. Sweat gleams off that corded back, his thighs powerful and commanding. Oh god, oh god. My pussy moistens again, asshole beating wildly from the sight. Oh shit, this is my life now, and I love it so much.

Because when Pa died I thought I’d be alone on this farm forever. Now I have the sexiest man alive manning my land while I sleep in after the best night of my life. I just hope he decides to stick around, because I don’t know what I’d do without him.

But after staring hungrily for a while, I begin to wonder just who this sex god is. Tyler’s confident and masculine, good with his hands. I’m impressed by how well he handles the farm, from the animals to the equipment to the unknown. But who is he really? He did say he’s a ranch hand, but I’m sure I would have seen him around. The community’s small, so who is this guy?

It’s impossible to figure out, so giving up, I get in the shower. Oh god, there are fresh marks on my thighs, pink against the creamy flesh. The soreness doesn’t stop my pussy and ass from throbbing when images from the previous night flood my mind.

But in some ways it feels like a dream still. Because who is this man? Who is this stranger who’s come to answer my dreams?

Shaking myself from the funk, I step out. Just like every day, there’s work to be done, and it’s time to get crackin’. But surprisingly, I’m not as tired as before. Tyler’s rejuvenated me and on a whim, I pour a cold glass of lemonade before making my way into the blaring sun.

“Thirsty?” I ask while sneaking behind the cowboy. He turns around and that lazy, masculine grin makes butterflies flutter deep in my belly.