Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (10 page)

“Yeah,” he agreed, his stare traveling my body in a way that made me flush like a virgin on prom night. “Your body…I can’t get enough of it. When can I see you again?”

I sighed happily inside but I tried to keep it cool. There was nothing worse than a girl who didn’t have enough self-respect to make a man chase after her. “I don’t know…I’ll check my schedule.”

He tweaked my nipple hard and I inhaled sharply as a shot of lust went straight to my cum-soaked pussy. “Clear it for me,” he said softly and I nodded as I bit my bottom lip. I’d never been the submissive type, never been one to take orders but there was something about my country boy that made me soften and melt inside. Holy shit, what was happening to me? His finger disappeared into my slippery folds and probed my still pulsing clit. I moaned as his gentle touch teased that sensitive nub with just enough pressure to drive me wild. My lids fluttered shut as I writhed against his invading digit and I sensed his pleasure at watching me lose myself. “Nooo, it’s too soon,” I protested on a whimper as his touch continued to torture me. “I can’t….Please…ohhh God….not again….” I cried softly as another wave of pleasure rocked me with a smaller, yet still intense orgasm. I wept as I curled around his finger, clinging to his thickly corded forearm, muscled from years of hard work, and I shuddered as the final spasm found me. He withdrew his finger and licked the juices clean, shocking me with the bold and nasty move. I stared with the realization that I’d, quite possibly, met my match in this brawny country boy and I wondered who had truly schooled who.

And I was game to find out how else I’d underestimated Chase Cafferty.

“I want you again,” he murmured, palming his already thickening shaft. “Can you handle it?”

I glanced at the digital clock. “I only have a half hour before I have to leave to make it home before my parents,” I said, doubtful we’d be able to squeeze in another fuck.

Chase gave me that deceitfully innocent smile as if a delightfully perverted mind wasn’t in control and said, “Well, I’ve always wondered about the quickie...guess I better find out just how quick I can be. On your hands and knees, baby!”

He slapped me on the ass when I hesitated and then I quickly rolled to all fours. Within seconds his cock was inside me, fucking me hard, just the way I liked it, and I gleefully accepted that monster dick, just as I knew I would anytime he wanted it.

Somehow, that country boy had just made me his bitch.

Hot damn.

Maybe I was going to like it here in the sticks after all.

As I barreled toward another toe-curling orgasm, I realized with a gasp…I might just get addicted to good ol’ fashioned, corn-fed Midwestern beef! Hallelujah for the Heartland!

By Alexx Andria

Copyright 2011 by Alexx Andria

Her skin was like warm cream poured over the perfectly lush frame of an exquisite female form; without a single blemish or errant freckle to mar the beauty of the landscape. Her white-blond hair flowed down her back in a waterfall of cornsilk, tucked in a pony that swished like the tail of fine horseflesh, drawing the eye to that achingly perfect, plump little ass that was made for a good pounding.

She’s a hot piece of ass, that was for sure.

Too bad she was my step-daughter.

Yeah, you heard that right. Maisy Mae, the girl that was nightly haunting my dreams and causing me to jerk off in the middle of the night for some blessed relief, was off-limits.

Maisy came into my life with her mama, when she was fifteen. Even then she was a sight for sore eyes, except it was easier to keep my dick quiet because I ain’t into kids. Her mama was a piece of work, trash from the start, but she could suck the chrome from a ball hitch and what can I say, I liked her work ethic when she put her mind to something. But trashy women rarely stuck around and Nora certainly hadn’t. Not that I was complaining. She’d already fucked the entire ranch while I was out working the cattle, so when she took off, leaving me with Maisy, I didn’t shed a tear. In fact, I was relieved the bitch was gone.

But that did leave me with a dilemma.

Maisy Mae had blossomed into a right hot piece of tail that was constantly twitching under my nose and it’d been getting harder and harder to keep my hands from touching all that creamy skin.

At night I went to bed and tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot in the bed when my dick was springing like a oak branch from my boxers, stubbornly refusing to calm down no matter how I tried to ignore the pulsing ache in the rigid shaft.

God, I wanted her.

I wanted her so bad, I could practically taste her sweet juices in my mouth, feel those tight nipples on my tongue and each day that her 18
th
birthday approached, brought me closer to losing my self-control.

And it was killing me.

What kept me in check? Maisy Mae was nothing like her mama. Where as Nora had been a horny slut who’d lift her skirts for anyone, Maisy Mae was shy and quiet, preferring to hang out with the horses rather than tearing up the town with her friends. She never brought home a boyfriend — thank God for that! I didn’t think I could handle the knowledge that some inexperienced little snot was getting to touch all that perfect flesh when I couldn’t —
 
and she didn’t pester me for money all the time like some kids did. She was, in all essence, a sweet, innocent, but hot-as-hell country girl.

And as much as I wanted to keep her close for selfish reasons, I knew she needed to spread her wings eventually. I figured, on her 18
th
birthday, I’d offer her enough cash to get her started on her own and then find myself some slutty college co-ed to work out my fantasies on so I could once again, look at my step-daughter without wanting to throw her down in the hay and fuck her like some rabid animal.

But what happened after her birthday party I couldn’t have predicted.

I’d paid for a small get together for Maisy Mae and a few of her friends but I waited until after everyone had left to give her my present because I didn’t want anyone to know I was actually doing pretty well in the cash department, thanks to a helluva good ranch manager and sharp business skills when it came to moving cattle.

I handed her the card and she smiled, showcasing the adorable dimple that flirted with her cheek when she was truly happy, as she opened the card. “Daddy, you didn’t have to do this,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, you paid for my party and everything. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Just open it,” I said gruffly, but her gratitude was a sweet thing.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the check amount. “Daddy,” she breathed, her gaze lifting to mine. “Ten-thousand dollars?”

“You’re a good girl. You got good grades and you’re a big help around the ranch with the horses. It’s not your fault your mama left you high and dry. I want you to get an apartment and start taking classes at the junior college. You deserve it.”

“But I’d have to leave you…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, surprised at the true distress in her cornflower blue eyes. “You’re always welcome to come and visit. This is your home, too.”

“This is too much…” she shook her head. “With the price of hay going up…”

“Don’t you worry about that. I can afford it,” I assured her, aching to smooth the frown wrinkling her otherwise smooth forehead. I shook myself and folded my arms across my chest to prevent my fingers from twitching. Was she more beautiful now that she was eighteen? She certainly looked more enticing than ever before, which completely solidified my determination to get her out of my house. If I dared wait a moment longer, I was going to bend her over that rawhide sofa and fuck her raw. My jeans started to tighten as my cock began to twitch and thicken. Damn. There would be no hiding the fact that I was horny as all get out if I didn’t get the hell out of Dodge right then and there. Maybe I ought to call in a few chips and cash in a few booty call favors because I didn’t think I could go another night, rubbing one out in my palm while Maisy Mae slept next door.

“All right, we’re good,” I said, putting an end to the conversation, eager to leave. “You’re a good girl, Maisy Mae. I hope you always stay that way.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I left the room and I knew she was probably confused by my sudden overwhelming generosity. Not that I’d been a tightwad, but I was known for being frugal when it counted. The fact that it appeared I’d just thrown a wad of cash at her was probably perplexing. But I’d meant what I said. Maisy Mae was a damn fine girl and she deserved the best. She deserved more than being lusted after by her forty-six year-old stepfather, that was for damn sure.

I went to the barn and figured I’d muck some stalls to work off the blue balls twisting my nuts into a knot. Hard work could cure most of what ailed you, that’s what my daddy always taught me, so maybe if I tired my body with physical labor I’d forget that Maisy Mae’s tight teenage tits and ass were all I wanted in this world.

I was just finishing the first stall when Maisy appeared in the barn door, framed in moonlight. It was a warm summer night and she was still wearing her cut-off jean shorts that were cut just a bit too short and showed off the plump curve of her cheeks and a tied-off work shirt that was sexy as hell.

“Daddy?” she asked tentatively, biting her lip with uncertainty. The small, unknowingly sultry gesture nearly made me cream in my jeans. Had her mother ever possessed an ounce of her sex appeal? Now that I thought about it, the answer was a clear and simple, no.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” I stopped what I was doing and leaned against the shovel. “What’s on your mind?”

“When you married my mama, you were real kind to take me in, too. And through the years you’ve always been good to me. I tried to be a good daughter and make you proud but there’s something I have to tell you and I’m so afraid of what you’ll say or think.”

I frowned. “Maisy Mae, are you in some kind of trouble?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then what is it?” I was getting concerned. If someone was bothering Maisy Mae I’d kill them. No one messed with my girl. “You can tell me anything.”

Her cheeks blushed a lovely shade of pink and my groin tightened again. I almost palmed the bulge growing but I stopped myself before the impulse took control. She took a few steps toward me, swallowing as she went. The bobbing motion of her throat made me think of how beautiful she’d look with a cock in her mouth —
 
my cock, specifically. I realized she was working up the nerve to tell me something big and suddenly I felt the air around us start to snap with awareness. “What’s going on, Maisy Mae?” I asked, trying to appear stern but in truth, my heart was thudding harder than a blacksmith’s hammer.

“Daddy…the truth is…” Her hands trembled as she started to untie her shirt. My heart stopped and the spit dried from my mouth as her braless breasts sprang into view, as perfect as I imagined them; full and ripe, plump and riding high on her young chest with pink upturned nipples that had instantly pebbled in the sultry summer night. Then her nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned her tiny shorts and they dropped to her ankles, revealing dainty white panties that were both virginal and sexy at the same time.

“Oh God, Maisy Mae,” I said, my voice painfully tight. “What are you doing? Put your clothes back on for God’s sakes! Please!” She raised those big blue eyes to mine and she stepped out of her shorts to slowly walk toward me, the vulnerable expression on her porcelain-doll face doing a brutal job of destroying the last bits of strength I had keeping myself from crushing her to me. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” I said, unable to take my eyes from the firm, D-sized breasts that I desperately wanted to taste.

“Daddy…have you ever wondered why I never had a boyfriend?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered, raising my stare to her face, the air stuck in my lungs. “Yes, I did.”

“Because I never wanted anyone but you,” she murmured softly. “No one compares to you. I know it’s wrong, Daddy. I know it in my heart but I can’t help but want what I can’t have. But now you’re trying to send me away and I can’t leave without knowing what it’s like to be in your arms. To feel your body on mine. To taste your skin and know your scent.”

“Ohhh, Maisy,” I groaned, my hands clenching in their desire to say ‘Screw it’ and fuck her right there. “You’re confused…you don’t know what you’re saying…”

Her eyes went moist and she actually looked distressed. “Don’t you want me, Daddy? Am I ugly or something?”

“Ugly?” The word didn’t even make sense when applied to her. How could she think that? “Of course you’re not ugly. You’re the hottest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever known but you’re my step-daughter! What do you want me to do? Fuck you in the hay like some slut? You want me to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk the next morning? Because trust me, I’d love to do it, but you and I both know it’s all kinds of wrong and I can’t let you do that to yourself.”

Her pupils dilated and her breath caught in her chest, telling me that my attempts to scare her off by being crude hadn’t worked. In fact, if I were stick my finger in her honey pot, I’d likely find it dripping with sweet pussy nectar. My cock was harder than it’d ever been. Even the friction of the seam of my jeans was a turn-on. “I’ve been saving myself for you, Daddy,” she said, advancing toward me. “I’ve waited and waited for you to come to me but you haven’t yet so before you send me away…will you,”  she blushed harder “fuck me?”