Buck Me Cowboy

And our first kiss as husband and wife is the gentlest I’ve ever experienced. It’s sweet and loving, tender and soft, but I want her bad. So when the judge holds out the marriage certificate I literally jog to retrieve it, staring at the white piece of paper.

Now, regardless what happens, Maisie is my wife. We’ll handle our problems together, until death do us part, in sickness and in health, all that rigamarole. She owns my heart, and nothing will tear us apart.

After shaking the hand of a few strangers, we make our way out of the courthouse, stopping in front of her father’s old car, a beat-up truck that’s seen better days.

“Should we go get dinner to celebrate?” I ask, realizing my plan went no further than getting this certificate. I honestly didn’t plan anything, so focused on making her officially mine.

“Well, it depends,” Maisie looks at me with playful eyes.

Oh yeah, my new wife’s got ideas, she never lets me down.

“Depends on what?” I growl, gaze going hot.

“Now that we’re married, are you going to start treating me like a crystal doll?” she flirts lightly, waggling her hips just so.

“I didn’t intend on it,” comes my answering growl, blood rushing to my cock.

“Oh good,” she reaches in her purse, retrieving the car keys, “Because then I’d like to be taken home and fucked … as a wife, this time,” she teases while running a soft palm quickly over my bulging erection. Holy shit, we’re in broad daylight standing in front of the courthouse, and my little slut has already appeared. My breathing is erratic and I want to bend her over the car right here, right now.

But I can’t resist, and the words are out before I can stop.

“I love you,” comes the sentence. “I love you Maisie Morgan.” Oh shit, I really am fucked. The brunette’s got me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Walking with that tantalizing wiggle again, she turns before opening the door to get into the car.

“Take me home then,” she purrs. “Take me home and I’m all yours.”

I practically run to the driver’s side, snatching the door open and hurling myself behind the wheel. The truck squeals out of the parking lot, but then Maisie grabs my forearm.

“Take the back way,” she instructs pointing to the south exit of the courthouse.

“That’ll take me fifteen extra minutes,” I huff, but she shrugs innocently, a smile flitting about her mouth.

“Fine,” I growl. Tit for tat. If she wants to make me wait, I’ll make her beg for this dick. The thought of her plan backfiring brings a sly smile to my face.

But as I pull out of the parking lot onto the dirt road surrounded by high corn stalks, Maisie unbuckles her seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” comes my harsh demand as she gets on her knees and leans over the center console.

“I’m about to suck my husband’s fat cock,” she says matter-of-factly, licking her lips hungrily. Oh shit, I’m about to come from that alone, erupting in white ribbons from excitement. Giggling, the girl unzips my pants, wiggling the hard rod out. As usual, it’s already at ten inches, leaking with virile sperm.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt when she slides me into her warm, wet mouth. She’s gotten so good at sucking me off. But we could crash, so I breathe deep, trying to focus on the road, even as my dick jolts. Holy cow. She’s so dirty and I love it.

Doing that thing where she swirls her mouth around my tip and jacks the base of my cock, I’m ready to bust in her mouth. This feeling is too good to end, so I fight the urge to come and instead look over at her fat ass raised in the air. Steering with my left hand, I reach over and yank her white dress up.

Holy fuck! That pink butt is fully exposed!

“You don’t have any fucking panties on,” I grunt, cock jerking in her mouth.

“Oops,” she looks up to me with those innocent eyes, her mouth open and wet from my pre-come and her saliva. Spreading her legs as wide as the car seat allows, she arches her back down to poke her behind in the air. “Can you reach my pussy from there, Daddy? I’m creamy for you,” her tongue is still on my cock and it takes every ounce of willpower not to pour down her throat.

Sliding my hand over that soft, plump ass, I first smack her right cheek, instantly leaving a red mark. My breath catches when she moans with my dick down her throat; it feels like my cock is vibrating. After a few slaps to her other cheek, and more moans on the head of my length, I move my hand around to her drenched pussy.

“Fuck little girl, you’re soaking,” I rasp, trying not to crash while savoring the warm gushiness at my fingertips.