Because our first night as a married couple was anything but ordinary, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what the rest of my life will be like. Careful not to wake him, I slide from Tyler’s chest and make my way to the bathroom. His cum spills out of me when I stand, and I shake my head at our recklessness.
But I guess it’s okay. We’re married now, so it’s not so crazy to go bareback. Besides, the feeling of him exploding in me, the jerking and twitching of a hot cock seated deep drives me crazy. Plus, I love the scent and feel of bubbly hot jism coursing through my insides, making me a woman.
But then a loud noise from the front yard prompts me to peer through the small bathroom window. What in the world? A shiny white Range Rover is pulling up in front of the house, and my heart sinks. Because I know who it is. It’s those damn Morgan brothers come to bother me, but today they’re in for a rude awakening. I’m almost excited for the confrontation, rushing to throw on my silk robe and tumbling down the stairs. Even when we were kids, they were always mean to me, picking on the fat girl, and the torment only got worse with the years.
I can still hear Pa cursing them beneath his breath when they last pressured him to sell, and I’m looking forward to telling them to fuck off. Jacob, the oldest sibling, is just getting out of the Range Rover when I make my way to the front porch. Fuck that expensive car. Pa used to say that money couldn’t buy class, and the Morgan boys are proof.
“Don’t come any further on my property!” I shout while tying my robe tightly to hide my naked body.
“Your property, huh?” sneers Eli as he makes his way around the car. He’s the middle brother, and has actually been kind to me before. When big bro isn’t around, he’s actually decent, but today clearly isn’t one of those days.
“Yes, my Pa left it to me. I have the deed and everything,” I announce, lifting my chin with pride.
“And just what would it take to persuade you to give us that deed?” Mitch pipes up. He’s the youngest brother and has always been Jacob’s nasty sidekick.
“I’m not selling and I’ve told you that a million times. My Pa left this farm to me and I’m going to take care of it just as he wished. You already have so much land, just leave me alone,” I huff, eyes spitting fire.
But the boys won’t be run off so easy.
“What’s a little girl like you gonna do with all this land? You know it’s going to shit as we speak. Might as well get a little cash and be on your way. Name your price, Maisie,” Jacob taunts before flashing his ugly smile with those yellow crooked teeth.
Usually my heart would be racing with fear, but today I’m exhilarated with my secret weapon. I revel in the fact that they have no idea what’s coming to them, and a smile actually spreads across my face as I envision the looks of shock once I share my news.
“What’s so funny? You got a number in mind? Or you want some of this?” Jacob asks before grabbing his crotch with his right hand, smirking while his brothers laugh at his lewd gesture.
“You’re disgusting, Jacob. I would never even want to be alone with you. Besides, I’m married now and my husband takes very good care of the farm, so we’ll be just fine. As a matter of fact, you all might wanna get going because he’ll be up soon, and I don’t think he’ll take kindly to your tone,” I warn them while crossing my arms, and just as I expect, a look of shock crosses their faces.
My smile spreads as I watch them exchange disbelieving looks, but then they start gaping at the front door, going googly eyed. Turning, I see Tyler’s broad form on the porch and let out a joyful “yeehaw!” inside. Because they’re intimidated for sure. My husband is huge and gorgeous, with shoulders like a tank and a mean scowl on his face right now.
“There he is,” I say airily, beaming my pride. “That’s my new man, did I mention?”
But instead of scurrying away, the Morgan boys break out in laughter. Jacob’s literally bent over in two, clutching his stomach, while Eli lets out a weird “hee haw, hee haw” noise, like a donkey’s bray.
“That’s your husband?” gasps Mitch, wiping at his eyes.
I stare at him fiercely. What the fuck? What the fuck is so funny? I won’t have them disrespecting my new man. So on the offensive, I attack.
“Yes,” come my fierce words. “And Tyler handles everything on the farm, so we’ll never sell to you.”