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  “Ummm,” I grunt, taking a huge bite. “This is damn tasty.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” she laughs, sitting down across from me, and digging into her own food. “It’s easy to make, lots of carrots and mashed potatoes, plus a side of chuck roast.”

  I almost choke, dick going stiff again. Is she playing with me? Chuck roast? I that a reference to my man parts? But Maisie only smiles before taking another bite of her food.

  “Carrots, peas, and lots of mashed potatoes,” she says sweetly again. “Lots of vitamins and minerals.”

  Aww shit. It’s not her, it’s me. I’m the fucking dirty bastard, the brunette’s innocent and nubile, with no idea of her charm. So I force myself to be polite, the kind of guest you’d want at your dinner table.

  “This food is delicious, you should be a professional chef,” I compliment, taking another huge bite.

  “Oh thanks,” she laughs. “But maybe in another life. Because in this life, I want the Double H to succeed,” she says with a set to her chin. “This is my home, my farm, and I want it to work.”

  I like her determination. It takes a lot to succeed in this business, blood, sweat and tears, plus some luck. So I compliment her again.

  “You will,” I rumble assuringly. “After I finish the repairs on this place, you’re gonna be able to run this finger with just the push of a button,” I promise.

  “Oh good,” she laughs. “With just my pinkie finger on the steering wheel?”

  “Just your pinkie,” I agree, and with that, we both laugh. The meal is delicious, and the conversation even better. Somehow, I’m entranced by this sweet thing, even though she can’t be more than eighteen. The brunette’s witty, sharp, and intelligent, and once we’re done, I offer to help with the dishes.

  “No, no, you’re my guest,” Maisie says, swatting my hand away. “I couldn’t possibly.”

  “Naw, it’s no problem,” I say gruffly. “I don’t mind.”

  But Maisie won’t let me, and before long, the kitchen’s tidied up and we’re ready for bed.

  “Tyler,” she says slowly. “I’ve decided you can stay in the house,” she says blushing. “Since you’re doing the repairs here for free, I owe you at least that much.”

  “Why, you afraid of something little girl?” I drawl, one eyebrow arched at her.

  She blushes.

  “No, not exactly. Well, yes, of course,” she rushes, looking back down at my crotch before going scarlet again. “I mean, yes, but no, you can’t hurt me, not with that leg, you know?” she stammers, red like a fire engine now.

  I almost burst out laughing, but this is the wrong time. So I act like a gentleman.

  “No, I can’t hurt you, not like this,” I agree smoothly, gesturing to my leg, although of course, she has no idea. If I wanted that pussy on my dick now, it’d be seated deep even as we speak, screaming with pleasure, fucked so hard.

  But I keep my composure.

  “Naw, I can’t hurt much of anything right now, with my injury and all,” comes my growl.

  Maisie smiles.

  “That’s why it’s okay,” she says lightly, relieved. “Let me show you to your room.”

  And with that, we go up the stairs, stopping when we get to a rickety old room on the side, with a quilt-covered saggy bed and spindly rocking chair in one corner. Shit, my back is gonna hurt after this is all over, that mattress sucks. Not only that, but it’ll be hard to fuck her thoroughly without breaking the joints, the bed couldn’t possibly withstand the hammering force. But no need to let her know just yet.

  “Thanks,” I say smoothly. “Sweet dreams, sugar pie.”

  Her lips part, almost like she’s expecting me to kiss her goodnight. But it pays to keep women on their toes, to keep ‘em guessing, so I shut the door firmly.

  But once those soft footsteps disappear down the hall, I’m on it like a madman. Oh yeah, my dong’s out, hard and stiff, the tip already dripping with lust. Because Maisie is so fucking sexy. My lifesaver has made me into a caveman, desperate to get inside that curvy bod.

  But the time isn’t right, so I fist my fuckpole, groaning mightily as my hands go up and down the veiny length. Fuck, those tits. Fuck, that pink pout, that huge creamy ass. I can’t wait to see her legs part as she does the splits over my cock. Because it’s gonna happen, it’s absolutely gonna happen if I have to break down her bedroom door myself.

  But not tonight. Tonight, I’m pleasuring myself and with a long drawn-out groan, I come in my hand, big dick jerking and twitching mightily, cum splashing all over my fist. It’s goopy and hot, leaving a sticky wet mess, but at least it’s done. At least I’m not gonna break down her door, shoving this huge whack job up that tight cunt. She’s safe for tonight.

  Because for sure that hot little bod is gonna be dancing on my fuckpole. Soon, she’ll be creaming hard as she cries out my name, screaming for more, twisting and gyrating. Because Maisie’s my girl … and I’m the cowboy of her dreams, she just doesn’t know it yet.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Maisie

  It’s so terrible. I have the hottest alpha roaming around my ranch, dressed in tight jeans that hug his butt, fixing stuff for free around the house and barn. And instead of being grateful for his help, all I want to do is jump his bones. I try to keep my feelings inside. I try not to let it show, but it’s really obvious sometimes.

  We were talking once more about his pay, me trying to get him to name a price, but the cowboy was stubborn. He kept putting me off, shooting me sly grins, hinting about something I had, that no other girl could give.

  “What do you mean?” I breathed, trying to keep my heart from fluttering right out of my chest. “My parents didn’t leave me much,” I said, gesturing to the tiny living room, the small shabby kitchen, the fields outside that had yet to be worked. “But I want you to have something. You shouldn’t be working for free, it’s not right.”

  “Oh you’ll figure it out,” the alpha drawled again, winking. “You’ll figure it out.”

  “But Ty, I can’t afford to give you anything but room and board,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry, you know my financial state.”

  The cowboy merely raised a dark eyebrow, his finger sensuously caressing the tabletop.

  “I don’t need no nuthin’, my sweet Mais,” he walks towards me while speaking and grasps my chin as he says my name. “Just your innocence,” he adds with another sly grin, and I swallow deeply.

  Suddenly it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, how can I be so stupid? Because that thing that I have, that no one else has, is my virginity. That’s right, I’ve been playing up this naive farm girl image, and it’s actually true. I’m untouched, and the cowboy’s saying that he’ll take my virginity as payment for his services.

  Holy shit, holy shit. It’s so wrong, straight out of the devil’s playbook. And yet the idea makes me tingle. Because it’s kinda slutty right? Kinda wrong, like a whore? I have no money, so instead I’m using my body, bestowing a gift that can only be given once. Who knew that Sodom and Gomorrah would show themselves, right here on the Double H? Who knew that I’d become a slutty Jezebel, spreading my legs for a man who does errands around my house?

  But the thing is that I want it. My pussy sizzles again, titillated and hot. Because yeah, I wouldn’t mind. With Tyler, a new Maisie comes out, and oh god, but what would it feel like to have that monster dong inside for my first time? What would it be like to feel that cock plugged deep, my sweet snatch split open wide by a monstrous ten incher?

  And blushing, I smile back.

  “Maybe,” I breathe. “Maybe.”

  Tyler shoots me a grin as he turns, that big form moving down the steps.

  “Think about it,” he rumbles hotly, look searing, and with that, the alpha’s gone.

  Once it’s just me, I drop to the couch, taking a deep breath. That man does something to me, and although it wipes me of energy, I like it. Because is this really gonna happen? Am I really gonna have sex with a random
man so he’ll do errands around my house? Am I really gonna offer him my pussy, since I can’t pay him in cash?

  But Tyler clearly has no qualms because I hear him from inside the barn, tinkering away, doing something or other. So I force myself to get back on my feet, taking a deep breath.

  Down girl, the voice says. Down girl, there’s a ton of work, let’s not think about money or the lack of right now.

  And I force myself to get back to business. First I whip up a batch of vanilla ice cream so the milk won’t go to waste. Against my better judgment, I treat myself to a couple of scoops as soon as it sets, a luxury I rarely get to experience. My days are filled with chores around the farm, so being indoors is a nice treat.

  Then I load the washing machine with dirty clothes before wiping down all of the furniture with wood polish. Just as I finish mopping the floor the washing machine stops, so I grab the clothes and head outside to hang them on the clothesline. A loud roaring sound startles me before I can snag the first shirt from the basket. My head swings around and I see Tyler sitting like a king on the tractor. A secret smile spreads on my lips. I can’t believe he’s fixed it in just one day.

  Maybe life’s not so bad. With Tyler, there’s hope in the air, and my spirits lift. My entire being feels lighter, floating almost, and a giggle escapes my throat.

  For the first time in months, I’m done with chores before the sun sets, and it’s because of him. If it weren’t for my gorgeous cowboy, I’d probably be only half way through, with still a couple hours left.

  Shoulders light, I decide to celebrate with a little dessert. Quickly, pastry dough forms in my hands, transforming into two small pies. Then the apples. I chop those into bits, and throw everything into the oven before racing upstairs to get ready.

  It’s so silly, I know. I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s not like this is a date, he’s someone who’s helping me with the farm. More an employee, not some heartthrob.

  And yet, it feels good to primp, to make myself beautiful for a man. So stepping into the shower, I lather up, using some girly, foamy soap, before getting back out.

  And checking myself out nude in the mirror, I hum, turning this way and that. Oh yeah, I look healthier already. The dark circles under my eyes have faded a bit, and there’s a sparkle to my look. Is it because of him? Probably, most definitely, yes.

  Giggling, I turn this way and that. My curves are lush as usual, huge breasts creamy white, pink slit gleaming. On a whim, I spritz myself with some perfume. Two dabs behind my ears, and for fun, a quick puff on my boobs, and then between my legs.

  Oh yeah, I spread my thighs and shimmy a little, blowing a bit of fragrance onto my hot pussy. The droplets hit my tender flesh and a moan escapes. What would it be like to have Tyler sniffing my private flesh, running his tongue over those sensitive folds? Oh god, the thought of a man down there makes me tingle all over, everything going hot and wet.

  But at that moment, the oven dings, and my eyes snap open. Shit, the pies, the pies! In a flash, I’m down the stairs. But there’s Tyler, lifting the deep fluted tart pans with his large hands covered in my oven mitts. The visual is so funny I burst into laughter as he turns to me.

  “I didn’t want them to burn,” he rumbles while I walk towards him, and then he stills as if seeing me for the first time.

  “They look fine,” I assure him while looking over the golden crust worriedly. Oh god, hopefully they’re done right. The apple smell is incredible, bubbly and hot.

  Suddenly, my head snaps up, meeting his eyes in a startled gaze. Because I’m only wearing a bath towel wrapped around my curves, my pussy fresh from a shower and the spritz of perfume. Does he know? Can he tell?

  Those blue eyes gleam.

  “You going somewhere little girl?” he drawls, eyes roaming over my figure.

  Holy shit. But the new me is here. Because instead of pulling the towel tighter, I literally let it drop lower so that the hem shows more of my creamy tits. Oh yeah, lower, lower, and soon, one pink nipple is right at the edge, the big man staring hotly. I’m a little slut, oh god, oh god, what am I doing?

  But Tyler grins knowingly then.

  “So baby girl,” he drawls, dropping his hand down to his crotch so that I can’t help but see the giant ridge in his jeans. “Where do we go with this?”

  I gulp.

  But two can play this game. Seductively leaning backwards, I raise my towel this time. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I such a horny whore? But yes, I am, because the edge of the fabric creeps up slowly until barely, just barely, my pink pussy lips peek out.

  “You want it?” I breathe, looking into his eyes while spreading my thighs. “You want it, big boy?”

  It’s so wrong. My nether parts are already swollen, pink and glistening moistly from female juices, hot pussy smell rising in the air between us. And for a second, my heart stops because what if he rejects me? What if this is disgusting to him, if I’m a huge whale that Tyler finds gross and fat?

  But then he reaches forward, circling my neck with a strong hand. Inhaling sharply, I look straight into his clear blue eyes, trying to tell him my desire without words. He drops his grasp to my neck, slowly lowering my towel. My heart is racing as he lowers his head to my heavy breasts, teasing my nip. Oh god! It feels so good and my head tips backwards, a sigh escaping my lips. Oh god, this is what it feels like to have a man taste you, what it feels like to be completely his.

  Those soft lips move all over and around my tit, sucking so hard I instinctively reach for his head to stop, pulling his hair to return the gratifying pain. Instantly releasing his hold on my nipple, I think he’s let up, but then he bites down gently with his teeth and I scream loudly in shock.

  Tyler raises his head, a smirk plastered across his face as he asks, “Did that hurt?”

  “No,” I honestly admit. If I’m telling the whole truth, then I liked it, and I want more, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I just let him get one last long look at my Double D’s before raising my towel.

  “Nuh uh,” I tease. “Not now.”

  “Fuck not now,” growls Tyler, those blue eyes fierce as they trail hot fire over my body. “Fuck that.”

  But I prance away out of his grasp.

  “No big boy,” I say throatily. “Not now, later, I promise.”

  Tyler looks like he’s about to tear the place apart brick by brick, but instead, he takes a deep breath, summoning deep reserves of control.

  “Aw shit,” is all he grinds out, eyes out. “Shit fuck shit.”

  I smile sweetly.

  “Cowboy, I think you need that bandage changed first,” I say, nodding at his leg.

  He stares down, jolted out of his trance. Because yeah, it’s not sexy, but the gauze on his leg is getting red, seeping a little with blood. He groans.

  “Fuck, talk about bad timing.”

  I laugh then.

  “No worries,” comes my coo. “Florence Nightingale at your service. Let me just get the first aid kit. Meet me in your room, and keep your leg elevated,” I call out.

  When I get to the bedroom, Tyler is sitting up on the saggy mattress with his left leg completely exposed, while his right leg remains covered by the thin white sheet. I pause, heart fluttering. He’s gotta be naked underneath that thin cloth and my pussy stirs, beginning to seep.

  “Do you mind if I take my shirt off?” he growls, eyes bright. He knows the answer, it’s just a courtesy question.

  I gulp, nodding silently.

  And in a flash, that shirt is off, baring a powerful, bronzed chest. Oh god, oh god. As my fingers fumble, I look down again before stealing a quick glance at the alpha. I can’t help it. He’s right there, and the image takes my breath away. Tyler’s a god, that bronzed chest dark against the pure white sheets. And his pecs, oh god those pecs. They’re defined and symmetrical, with literal washboard abs, a perfect six-pack. My pussy stirs and seeps. What’s beneath those abs? There’s a peek of hair, and I want to feel it brush ag
ainst my face, inhaling his pube smell.

  But it’s wrong. He’s an invalid. So shaking my head, I bite my lip, trying to force the image of his naked chest from the forefront of my thoughts. It’s useless. He’s all I see and my pussy creams for him, aching unbearably. I squeeze my thighs together just to alleviate the pulsing, shifting subtly so that the man can’t tell.

  But it’s all for nothing because as I’m wrapping the gauze around Tyler’s leg, I see it then. Oh god, it’s just like the first time in the barn. His erection is pressed against the sheet, an enormous ridge that runs all the way from his waist to knee, thick as a snake.

  Going wide, my eyes take it all in even as my breath goes short. Can I do it? Can I taste it again, can I fit that monster into my hot box?

  My eyes involuntarily shoot to his, those blue eyes hooded and dark, nostrils flaring. Oh shit, oh shit, he wants me too. Tyler knows exactly what he’s doing, and as I watch, that snake stirs against his leg, twitching slightly. A wet spot forms, tiny at first, but then getting bigger, his sperm leaking, the smell salty and hot.

  And that’s it. I can’t take anymore. If I don’t get away soon, I’ll jump on top of him, begging him to fuck me, spreading my legs while mewling his name. I need him so bad, but this is wrong. He’s a random guy who showed up in my barn, an invalid with an injury. What the hell am I thinking?

  Cheeks red, I run back to my room. It’s embarrassing I know, taking off like that. But it’s for the better. Because shit, my pussy’s sizzling hotly now, dying to be fucked hard by the monster. And yet … it would be my first time.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Tyler

  Awwww, fuck. How the fuck have things gotten so out of control? I’m supposed to be at the Double H as a secret agent of sorts. Okay, that’s a little dramatic. But it’s true. Because I’m supposed to steal the girl’s land from her, whipping it out from under her nose without a shred of guilt. And instead, all I wanna do is fuck Maisie, getting her to bend over and take my dick. How the fuck have things gotten so messed up?