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  But last night, I slept, even if my dreams were anything but innocent. Because yeah, they were all about him. About that bronzed chest and strong arms. About the knowing gleam in his eyes. And about that monster in his pants. Oh god.

  My pussy goes hot again, moist and willing, but I force myself to get up. This isn’t the time to laze around. Besides, my thoughts are wrong. He’s a stranger, and I shouldn’t be thinking these things.

  After a quick shower I leave my hair to air dry and dress from my pile of t-shirts and jeans. Frowning, I stand in front of the mirror. Because I look tired. Real tired. There are dark circles under my eyes, and my skin looks faded and dull, like I’m thirty-five and not eighteen.

  But I give myself a stern talking-to.

  “Life’s not so scary anymore,” is my firm command. “You have Tyler now.”

  Because even though he’s only been here for a day, things are already better. Hinges work, the stairs don’t seem to creak as much, even my animals seem better-behaved. The man’s got some magic about him, and I can’t wait to see more.

  Tucking in my shirt, I turn from side to side before the mirror, studying my curves again. Oh god, I hope he likes big girls. I hope he likes soft creamy flesh, with lots of heft and jiggle. Hopefully, he’s not into the rail-thin type, the kind that looks like they could fold themselves into thirds and pack themselves into a suitcase. Because I’m the opposite. I wouldn’t fit into a suitcase if you tried. Maybe three suitcases, yeah, but one suitcase? No way.

  But I scold myself again. I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts! He’s here to help on the farm, not to help himself to my body. Or I hope not. Or I hope so? My thoughts are completely tangled.

  Shaking myself, I make my way down the stairs. The cowboy’s got me in a daze, and he’s only been here twenty-fours. Oh god.

  But all that flies from my mind the minute I step into the kitchen. Because the cabinets are all closed, a sight I haven’t witnessed in years. Usually, they’re gaping this way and that, looking like a bunch of mismatched eyes, but after Tyler’s clever hands, they’re neat and orderly, like a model home.

  I let out a gleeful yelp, unable to stop the sound.

  And behind me comes a low growl.

  “I fixed the table too,” the cowboy says, amused. I turn and the first thing I see are that huge chest and broad shoulders encased in a thin t-shirt that used to belong to Pa. But Pa never looked like this in it. Pa was an old man, wiry and thin, so the cloth hung limply over his frame, like a droopy flag.

  By contrast, Tyler is a full-grown, true-the-the-letter alpha male. The t-shirt’s tight on him, those powerful biceps straining the material, pecs and abs visibly outlined in the thin cotton. And oh god, he’s sweating heavily, damp stains forming under his armpits. For some reason, I want to push my nose there, inhale the musk that’s Tyler. It’s gross, I know. I literally want to smell this man’s armpits, maybe smell his pubes, he makes me so horny.

  But I choke it all down, embarrassed.

  “Thank you so much,” I murmur, averting my eyes, trying not to look like I’m burning up as we speak. “Thank you.”

  Tyler’s eyes gleam knowingly.

  “Naw, no worries. I noticed the shelves in your living room are loose so I’m going to tighten those before I fix that door on your barn,” he drawls lazily.

  “Thank you,” I say slowly. “Is there some way I can pay you?” I repeat my question from last night. “I don’t have much beyond room and board, but you’ve done so much already ….” My voice trails off.

  Tyler raises a brow my way, a sly grin stealing over his lips.

  “Well, what are you offerin’, sweet girl?” he quips. “Whatcha got?”

  The breath seizes in my lungs. What does he want? What’s he looking for?

  “Not a lot,” I say slowly. “I’m so sorry, I don’t have much. Why, did you have something in mind?”

  “Oh I think you can do better than that,” he drawls, those white teeth flashing. “No worries though, little girl. You think some more about this, and when you’re good and ready, make me an offer.”

  Make him an offer? On what? He’s already seen everything I have, from the land, the house, the barn, and the animals. What could I possibly offer that he wants?

  But I don’t want to let up that I’m a clueless virgin, a naïve farm girl with nothing. So I put on a show of confidence.

  “Okay cowboy,” I say cheekily in return. “I’ll find something for you.”

  “You better,” Tyler growls, those blue eyes fixing me in place, making my pussy sizzle again. “You better.”

  I turn away, giggling, relieved and yet at ease once more. He does this to me, making me happy, giddy, and confident all at once. Swaying my hips, I look at him sassily over my shoulder.

  “Want some coffee, cowboy? I can’t live without the caffeine.”

  But to my surprise, as I’m reaching for the coffee filters on the top shelf, straining on tippy toes, Tyler comes up behind me. One big hand snakes around my waist and pulls my huge ass against his hard body as he reaches above me, easily snagging the filters.

  Oh my god. He’s so big and overwhelming behind me. The temp literally goes up a couple degrees, air sizzling. And oh shit, but there’s that hardness again, pressing into my bottom. I can feel the curve of his length, the insistent thick rod, pressing into my soft ass cheek. Instinctively, I arch my back a little, snatch creaming from that giant cock so close.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper without turning to face him or removing his hand from my belly.

  “What do you think?”

  He leans over to whisper the words in my ear and my eyes close at the warmth of his breath. Slowly, his hand lowers, sliding past my belly and my treacherous legs part, welcoming him. His hands slip into the waistband of my loose shorts, thumbs running along the hem of my tiny cotton panties.

  “How can I control myself when you’ve got all of this?” he breathes into my ear. I literally can’t inhale, hovering like a hummingbird.

  And then his hand slides lower, grazing against the sweet spot just between my legs. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him.

  A deep growl fills my ears.

  “You’re already wet for me,” he whispers in my ear, fingering the soft cotton at the crotch. “Shit, this fabric is drenched with pussy cream.”

  I lean my head back on his broad shoulder, helpless, already drowning even though he hasn’t touched me yet, not really.

  “Please,” I whisper. Hell, I’m begging. “Please cowboy.”

  Holy shit, is this me? Is this really little virgin Maisie, saying these words? But Tyler rolls with it.

  “How?” comes that rough growl.

  I mewl helplessly.

  “Any way you want it,” comes my panted reply. “Just touch me, please.”

  It’s inconceivable that this is me. A succubus has taken over my body, forcing the words from my mouth.

  But Tyler grins, moving with expert strokes. Slowly, his middle finger traces my pussy lips, exploring the soft folds, making me moan. I exhale in a great gust, arching my back, eyes closed. Oh god, it feels so good! A man’s exploring my cunt for the first time, and the flesh is puffy and sensitive, dying for more.

  And Tyler knows his way around women. Slowly tracing my hole, he teases it a bit before sliding that middle finger into my channel, inch by delicious inch. Oh shit, even his digit is big. I mewl uncomfortably, grabbing his wrists as my cunt is penetrated for the first time.

  “Tight, aren’t cha?” he growls into my ear from behind. “So fucking tight.”

  I whimper helplessly then, rotating my hips, trying to catch more of his finger inside. My cunt’s creaming heavily now, literally flowing with good stuff, the sex smell rising to our nostrils, heavy and spicy. And Tyler does me a good one. Slowly, he slides his finger up, even deeper, stroking my inner channel, enjoying the pulsing wet flesh.

  “Awww fuck,” comes his deep growl, big dick grindin
g against my ass in back. “Fuck.”

  But the cowboy’s got his own agenda. Because in a flash, his finger’s out, leaving me empty and gaping.

  “Unnh!” I cry out, eyes flying open, hips gyrating, trying to find that finger again. “No, Daddy!”

  The man chuckles deeply, giving my clit a firm pinch, making me shriek.

  “Unnh!” I shriek helplessly again. “Oh Tyler!”

  But the big man’s got a surprise planned. Because he nips my throat lightly, trailing his tongue up that slender length, before shoving two giant fingers in my snatch this time.

  I’m frozen with shock, my pussy stretched tight. Again, I’ve never had anything up there, not tampons, not fingers, not anything. Sometimes I play with myself for fun, but it’s just clit rubs and toying with my asshole, tickling my sweet spots. I don’t put things inside, not ever, so the penetration shocked me, taking my breath away.

  But Tyler wasn’t perturbed one bit. If anything, the alpha was calm, moving with perfect confidence.

  “Take your hair down,” he orders, voice tight, and I do as I’m told. The second my brown locks fall to my shoulder he pulls a handful, freeing my neck so he can attack me with that mouth. His tongue and lips do wonders before the sting of his teeth make an appearance, making me moan loudly as his fingers keep up their pace. His palm rubs my clit while those long fingers curl inside, shivers running through my cunt.

  My body is beginning to build as if there’s an electrical current rushing through my frame. The feeling is indescribable, but I don’t want to stop, so when his hand begins to move quicker and quicker I eagerly push my ass into his cock. Suddenly he slides his fingers out of me just as I think I’m going to explode.

  I’m panting in disbelief and disappointment when I turn to him for an explanation, but instead he just raises his hand to his lips, and then slowly sucks the fingers coated in my juices, never dropping his eyes from mine.

  “The first time you come for me, it won’t be on my fingers,” comes that throaty rasp. “You’re gonna fucking explode, baby girl, but it’s not gonna be on my digits.”

  I’m staring speechless, chest heaving in exhilaration. Holy shit, is he really tasting my pussy cum? His fingers are glistening with a mixture of saliva and my sweet juices, is he really eating it all up?

  But Tyler can read my mind because he chuckles harshly, before shooting me a sly grin.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “Every drop from that sweet snatch tastes good,” he says, eyes fixed to my creamy cunt. “Every ounce coming from that beautiful puss belongs to me.”

  And taking one last, long suck of his fingers, he winks before heading outside, whistling a tune like nothing’s wrong, the screen door banging loudly.

  Holy shit, did that just happen? Slowly I make my way outside and collapse on the bench outside the house. Did that really just happen? Did Tyler just finger my twat and then lick the scent from his digits? Did I really just let a man play with my hole, toying with my clit while grinding that fuckrod into my plush bottom?

  He must think I’m such a little slut, but the thing is I don’t care. I’ll be his fucktoy, his little plaything. I’m a country girl who’s never had a man, with no hope for the future either. If this wandering farm hand wants to use me and drill me good, I’ll take the opportunity and savor it, never regretting my choice.

  Because I might never have another chance. I’m alone out here, with no hope for the future. And life has dropped a heaping serving of alpha male into my lap on a silver platter. So yes, I’m gonna make the most of it. I’ll be whatever he wants, anytime he wants.

  Semi-insane giggles shake my chest as I replay the moment in my mind, body going hot once more. Oh god, oh god. I can’t wait to see Tyler again, the sooner the better.

  Because like I said before, I’m willing to be the cowboy’s girl. I’m willing to be his personal plaything, even if it’s just temporary. I’m a teen female living on a farm by myself, and I haven’t seen a real man in ages. In fact, there’s no hope of finding a real man, between all the chores on my list and the hopelessness of my financial situation.

  So I’m drowning, and if Tyler’s the only good thing in my life, then I’m gonna make the most of it. I’m gonna ride that massive dick, train myself to take huge cock in my twat, letting it fill me until I burst. Because I want the cowboy … and I know he wants me too.

  THE END

  Continue on to read The Trashy Virgin: A Ménage Romance.

  The Trashy Virgin

  ~A Ménage Romance~

  (Erotic Romance)

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Because two men is better than one.

  When Brent Larson took me in, I was a lost teenage girl with nowhere to go. The alpha male was the perfect guardian, tall, dominant and assertive.

  But the problem was that Jason lived in the trailer park too.

  And Jason was charming and funny, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

  So I couldn’t choose. It was too difficult.

  And I ended up with both men.

  Do you think I’m lost and lonely still?

  Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth?

  DEDICATION

  For those ladies who agree that two is better than one.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Katy

  Please don’t think I’m trashy.

  Please don’t judge me.

  I live in a trailer park, but life is so much more complicated than that. Because things happen unexpectedly and my story is one for the ages, I admit.

  It started when I moved into Brent Larson’s home, my own having no heat or electricity.

  “Hey,” I murmured as Brent strode in the door after work one day. I stood at the sink, finishing up some dishes, and it was all very homey, very comfortable. Besides, I could tell the big man was tired. I could see it in his eyes, the faint lines of weariness bracketing his clear blue gaze, the deep breaths as his wide chest inhaled. But he never failed to shoot a smile my way.

  “Hey there baby,” he said with a lazy grin, putting his lunchbox on the table. Brent was an ironworker with the local union and had the body to prove it, all sculpted muscle, tall, thick and perfectly proportioned. “How’s your day been, little girl?”

  I melted a little inside although I tried not to show it. I could literally smell him in the kitchen, the clean scent of honest sweat, all man, musky and tantalizing, and it made my insides tremble, my interior drip.

  “Not bad,” I whispered, then cleared my throat awkwardly. “Not bad,” I said a little louder, trying to act normal despite the fact that my cheeks were flushing pink. Oh god, how could this be happening? This was my guardian for crying out loud, the man who’d looked over me for the last year, giving me a place to live. And yet here I was creaming a little, blushing in his presence.

  But my life has been crazy lately, so maybe all the excitement put me over the edge. Because, you see, I have an insane mom. And I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I mean it in the medical sense. We live in a trailer park, the mobile homes so close to one another that everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my mom, Tina, is pretty hard to miss. She’s been a mess for as long as I can remember, sobbing uncontrollably at nothing, keeping pet rabbits in our home despite the fact that we had about one hundred and fifty square feet between the two of us, not brushing her hair so that it stuck straight up, her make-up garish like a clown.

  So yeah, it was pretty obvious that I was in a shaky family situation with no supervision. And after a couple years of Tina’s hysterical outbreaks, Brent finally stepped in, my savior, my safety net. My mom had a really bad outburst where ambulances came screaming, a load of paramedics descending on the hysterically crying woman, literally strapping her to the gurney before shipping her off. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what to think, pure numbness creeping over my mind. So I was shivering barefoot outside in the cold night air, wearing no
thing but a thin night shirt when Brent Larson came by, taking a long look at me, his blue eyes sweeping, missing nothing.

  “You okay?” he asked gruffly, looking away. I’d felt his gaze trail over my curves before glancing away guiltily, like he wasn’t supposed to be sizing up a teen girl.

  But I couldn’t absorb it at the time. I was too stunned, shocked by the turn of events and completely mute. On the one hand, Tina’s breakdown wasn’t exactly new, we’d been to this rodeo before. It’s just that this time the paramedics told me she wouldn’t be back, Tina needed to be put under long-term observation, so I was paralyzed, unsure of my next move. God knows I could take care of myself, but at the same time, things had reached titanic proportions and my mom needed serious professional help.

  So I said nothing, staring back at him, brown eyes wide.

  Brent cleared his throat again.

  “Listen, why don’t you come over to my place?” he asked gruffly, still not meeting my eyes. “I’ve got heat and hot water, it’s a place to crash for the night.”

  And after a pause, I nodded silently, trailing him with slow steps across the park to his mobile home. Because yeah, our trailer was cold, dark and freezing, my mom was behind on the bills, her monthly disability check hadn’t come yet. We still had running water, thank god, but the nights were bitter and I wasn’t looking forward to another sleepless one huddled under a pile of blankets, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered, goose bumps that never went away.

  So Brent’s offer was a godsend, manna from heaven. If nothing else, I could at least be warm for once, sleep as well as I could before the shit really hit the fan and I had to figure something out.

  And when the door to Brent’s double-wide opened, it was like stepping into the Garden of Eden, the warmth and welcoming air immediately soothing my nerves. Because Brent’s trailer was nice, really nice. The ORV Blackstone was immaculate and spacious with a living room, dining nook, kitchen, and three bedrooms. But as I sat tentatively, crossing my legs, one of the bedroom doors opened and a gangly teen boy peered out, surprising me. His head almost brushed the ceiling, he was that tall, lanky and gangly like a baby giraffe.