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  “What do you mean?” I take a step towards her. At the same time, she takes one step towards the cornfields, wiggling her ass at me.

  “You want me?” she calls while slowly walking backwards.

  “You know I do,” I bite out while stroking my throbbing manhood, fisting that fuckpole. Oh shit, oh shit, I’m gonna erupt, what the fuck is she doing?

  But Maisie can’t be deterred.

  “Then come and get me!” she shrieks before taking off running through the field. Oh shit, oh shit. This isn’t what I want, but of course, there’s no choice but to follow. I need that ass and cunt bad, and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to sink myself deep inside.

  I finally catch her just as she enters the maze of cornstalks and the girl yelps when I grasp her wrist. Tearing at her dress, I strip her naked and just stare at her sexy body, dick dripping.

  “Bend over,” comes my harsh growl, “Grab your ankles.”

  But Maisie isn’t intimidated at all.

  “This is our first time as an old married couple, so make it memorable,” she taunts me before bending over. Juices cover the entire crack of her ass, and I know she’s ready for me. But I have to taste her, the cunt smell is just too appetizing, rising up in the air heavily, surrounding me with delicious musk.

  “Aahhh!” she cries out when my lips surround her ass, my tongue pushing inside her tight hole. With one hand on each cheek, my face is buried in her cushioned ass and she’s moaning crazily; I know she’s close to coming for me.

  Moving down to her pussy, I lick her opening and graze my teeth across her clit. She’s so primed she starts to shake the second she feels my teeth, but I want her orgasm spread out, so I stop and move my tongue back to her ass. After repeating this back and forth, teasing her with her climax, I stand up and slam my cock into her with no warning.

  “Fuck!” she blurts out and I have to talk myself off the ledge. I want to explode the minute I feel her warm, wet, velvety pussy. With my hands on her hips, I rock in and out of her, teetering on the edge of exploding, surrounded by corn stalks as tall as my chest.

  Without pausing I undress while fucking her, first stripping my shirt off and then stepping out of my shoes and pants.

  “What do you want, little slut?” I ask just before she’s about to come.

  “Tyler! Ahhh!” She’s screaming her pleasure. I’m buried so deep she can’t even speak straight.

  “You wanna be my nasty bitch, baby?” I thrust in and out of her; my cock is covered in more cream every time I slide out.

  “Yes! Fuck me nasty, Daddy!” she cries and I reach down to grab a fistful of her hair before sliding my thumb into her ass.

  Something about the combination sets her off and her body starts shaking crazily. Sensing the impending climax, I fuck her hard with everything I’ve got. Her moans are full on screams now and they’re turning me the fuck on. Looking down, I do what I try to never do – watch my cock slide in and out of her, because it never fails to make me come.

  “Yes Tyler, yes yes yes!” she screams, and I pump harder until a stream of liquid literally shoots from her pussy, drenching the insides of her thighs, the ground, even my balls.

  Holy fuck! She’s squirting on my cock!

  Oh shit, the nasty sight makes me come instantly. My cock pumps insanely inside that sweet cavern, releasing dose after dose of virile sperm as Maisie squirts more, her pussy juicing wetly, arc after arc of clear liquid pelting the ground. Holy fucking shit, she’s a squirter and I didn’t even know until now!

  After a couple more doses of cum, we both cry out again, our moans mingling, both of us climaxing hard as her pussy squeezes me tight once more. Fuck fuck fuck! It feels amazing to finally release, I’d been holding back for an hour now. Maisie collapses onto the ground and I fall beside her, exhausted but still wanting more.

  We stare at the sky for a few minutes, completely blocked by cornstalks on every side. But then the brunette turns to me, expression coy.

  “I know you’re not done,” she murmurs, the words slipping over my skin, and I chuckle. She knows me so fucking well.

  “Hell no. I’m about to fuck those titties,” I move to my knees and she looks at me in utter confusion. We’ve never done this before.

  “How?” she gasps, eyes round. You’d think I couldn’t shock her anymore, that the nastiness between us is already on max. But no, my innocent little farmgirl is about to get a lesson in titty-fucking.

  “Lie flat,” I instruct her before hocking a huge loogie into my hand and rubbing it between her boobs. “Touch yourself,” I order and she moves her hands over her wet breasts, taking her nipples between her thumb and index finger the way I always do.

  Straddling her curvy body, I position myself so my cock is right between her tits and start stroking. She pushes her breasts together without me even telling her and for some reason that turns me on. My little freak.

  “I’m such a fucking slut for you,” she moans, looking up to me. I could come just looking at her, spread out like this, letting me fuck her titties.

  “You’re my fucking slut,” I correct her and she opens her mouth, extending her tongue.

  “Yes, your slut,” she moans again. “I want you to come on my face,” she moans again.

  Fuck! Where did this little ho come from?

  “You’re a nasty little bitch!” I growl, pumping her chest, my next climax drawing near.

  “I’m your nasty bitch, Tyler. Fuck your nasty bitch, Daddy!” she begs before again sticking her tongue out. My strokes are short and fast now, cock ready for another explosion, and I move to crowd her face just before my release pours out.

  Jacking my dick furiously, the creamy spunk shoots onto her perfect skin as she scrambles to taste as much of it as she can manage, opening that mouth wide.

  “Slap me!” she moans and I tap my cock on her cheek, more spunk jerking out with every movement.

  “Ohh!” is her ecstatic cry, mouth wide as semen pours onto her face. “Oh!”

  But out of nowhere Maisie fists my cock and shoves it in her mouth sucking me so hard I double over, the sensation too much to stand. I’ve just come twice, my tip is sensitive and she knows that, but she pushes me to the back of her throat and hums while squeezing my balls together.

  “Fuck, baby fuck!” My voice is a hoarse rasp of desperation and relief. Shit, this woman has me by the short and hairies. Cock twitching, I shoot another stream of hot spunk down her throat before collapsing onto the ground, dick still buried between those pink lips.

  “Holy fuck,” I grind out hoarsely, struck speechless.

  “I told you I wanted it nasty,” she looks over at me before popping my cock out, licking her lips like a satisfied Cheshire cat.

  “You got that right,” is my admission, before pulling her into my arms. I’m not moving for at least an hour, so I guess we’ll be sleeping in the cornfield. God, I love this woman.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Maisie

  The sun shining through the large bay window irritates my eyes, and despite my best efforts, ruins my sleep. Tyler, on the other hand, is still out cold, lying there like a huge bear, bronzed limbs sprawled. How did we even get to the bedroom? The night is such a blur, my swollen pussy lips and sore ass instant reminders of the wild time.

  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.”

  But the Morgans take it in a stride, breaking out into gales of snuffles and snorts, barely able to stand.

  “Shit Ty! I really doubted you,” calls Eli. “We thought you might have fucked up and gone back east, but you’ve really outdone yourself! You da man, bro, you da man.”

  “When you talked about thinking out of the box, I didn’t know you meant a woman’s box,” guffaws Mitch, making curvy gestures with his hand. “Tell me, did her box taste good? Was it worth it, sweet and tight?”

  All three brothers begin to slap each other on the back, congratulating each other in their hysteria. What the hell is going on? Why isn’t my husband wringing their necks? And how do they know him, anyways?

  “What’s going on?” I demand, glancing over at my husband. But his blue gaze is fixed on the brothers, a nerve pulsing in his jaw.

  “Oh, sweet Maisie, let me fill you in,” Jacob begins and Eli covers his mouth to muffle the laughter.

  “Tyler here is our bro! That’s right, there are actually four of us, you never met him because he left for school ten years ago. He came over to close the deal on your farm and it seems he’s done just that,” Jacob guffaws again, bending over with glee. “We didn’t know you wanted dick for your land. You shoulda told us! You coulda had all of us, sweet thing!” he hollers merrily. “Four for the price of one!”

  “What?”

  The word falls out of my mouth as air leaves my lungs. My stomach lunges like I’ve just gone down the big dip on a roller coaster.

  “Well, you just said he takes care of everything, Maisie. And you’re right,” Eli smirks. “He’s taken care of everything, you dumb bitch. Your land belongs to us now.”

  “Or what did she call it? You said it was ‘ya’lls farm’, right?” Eli manages as he moves his index finger between Tyler and me.

  “Tyler, what are they talking about?” my eyes beg for an explanation. But he doesn’t say a word, the answer is in those tortured blue eyes like a storm brewing in the sky.

  “Tyler,” I try again, pleading now. “Please, say it’s not true.”

  The alpha takes a deep breath, that huge chest rising before turning to look at me.

  “Baby, I swear it’s not like that,” he starts and then shoots a glare at the Morgans, who are still laughing like hyenas. “Shut the fuck up!” he growls, fierce and commanding, and to my surprise, the three nincompoops actually do as they’re told, traps slamming closed.

  “Maisie,” he starts. “I had no idea how beautiful, and sweet, and funny –” he tries to tell me what I know will be a long explanation, but I want the truth and I want it now.

  “Tyler, are these your brothers?” I ask, my voice trembling as his hands reach down and grasp my tiny fingers. “Tell me your last name is Morgan by coincidence,” comes my plea.

  There’s a pained pause where he can’t meet my eyes.

  “Maisie, I love you. I swear to God,” his eyes cloud over when I gasp in disbelief, snatching my hands from his before backing away slowly, eyes tearing.

  “Maisie …,” he tries again, taking another step towards me, agony clouding those blue eyes.

  But I can’t believe it. This is my worst nightmare come true. I’ve just married a man who is my mortal enemy. His family’s been torturing mine for the past couple years, defacing our cars, pissing on our property and coming onto me with all sorts of disgusting gestures and remarks.

  And now, I’ve married one of them. I let an evil man into my heart, home, and body, spreading my legs when he wants, giving him my all as I cream hotly, moaning for more.

  Oh god, what have I done?

  Is my farm lost?

  What options are there?

  Backing away with trembling steps, eyes fixed on Tyler’s face, I shake my head.

  “No, I can’t believe it,” comes my whisper. “God, please no.”

  “Maisie,” tries Tyler again, anguish filling those blue eyes. “Please baby, just listen …”

  But I can’t take it anymore.

  “Get out!” I scream, once I’m safely on the porch, clutching the bannister wildly. I’m sure my face is red, hair witchy, but I don’t care. I have to get away, I have to run him off my property before I fall apart into a million shards, heart broken and soul torn to pieces.

  But the big man doesn’t give up so easily.

  “Mai
sie, baby, please hear me out,” he pleads with his hands held out, that hulking frame about to come up onto the porch.

  “Don’t you come over here!” I scream now, the words like a banshee on max volume. “Get away!”

  “Maisie,” he growls, eyes ablaze, one foot already on the lowest step. “Watch your mouth,” he says through clenched teeth and that just makes my blood pressure rise even more.

  “No!” comes my scream. “Are you fucking kidding me, Tyler? Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!” is my furious shriek, and this time he moves towards me as I back away.

  “Maisie, when I came here I was a different person,” he rumbles, eyes intent, voice urgent. “You have to believe me. I was injured, and when I saw you, everything changed. Everything. Please believe me.”

  But the time for lies is over.

  “I don’t even know you, Tyler,” I shake my head, unable to process all that’s been revealed.

  “You know me,” he says fiercely. “You know this,” he says, pointing at his head, “this,” he says, indicating his heart, “and this,” he finishes, with a gesture at his crotch.

  That throws me over the edge because it sums up everything I’ve lost. My head, heart and body, enslaved to the big man, his to do with what he likes. Oh god, oh god, how did this happen? How did I come to worship the cowboy, only to find out he’s a traitor? But like Pa taught me, never let them see you sweat.

  So taking a deep breath, I fix him with my own fierce glare.

  “Get. Off. My. Property.” The words come out between clenched teeth, but they’re totally clear.

  “Baby, please,” he rasps hoarsely and I lose all control.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT! GO BACK TO YOUR MANSION WITH YOUR ASSHOLE BROTHERS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” I scream, flying into hysteria, face red and mottled, spitting my words. But I don’t care. The explosion of rage is like the top coming off a pressure cooker, and it actually feels good.

  Tyler winces, my words slapping him across the face, making the big man flinch, big body jerking.

  But I don’t care. He deserves this. He never told me who he was, making like an innocent. There were so many opportunities. He could have told me while we were eating lunch. Or dinner. Or having sex. Or working the farm. Anytime would have been fine, so what the fuck justifies this betrayal? Oh god, oh god.