Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  He sank his fingers into my thick mound of breast flesh, squeezed and kneaded it as he pounded into me. I could feel his dick twitch and pulse inside me, knew what was on its way.

  “Fuck Trisha, I’m gonna cum,” he growled out, and I knew that each of those throbs of his steel-hard shaft was another spurt of precum into my fertile depths.

  I should’ve stopped him, I really, really should’ve, but oh...

  There was no chance of that. My back was arched, my stiff nipples being tugged between his fingers, pinched as he looked down at me. He was going to cum, but it wasn’t going to be him weakening, not at all. He was going to claim me like an animal, and he was going to make me beg for it.

  His fingers tugged my nipple, the pain jolting through me before going to my clit and almost vibrating with electricity.

  “Tell me you want it, Trisha,” he growled, and even though his motions didn’t stop, he held back. Going a bit slower, a bit gentler, and I wanted nothing more for him to fucking pound me. To grab me and take me, manhandle me.

  Claim me.

  But I didn’t want to be so easy! I was still fucking pissed, deep down, and so I kept my mouth shut.

  But then he grabbed at my other breast, that nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger too, and it was just enough pressure to make me quiver. I was near the brink again. I just needed him to thrust in, to let me grind against him, and then it’d all be over.

  I bit down on my lower lip as I tried to bring my pussy further down his cock, to take what I wanted without giving him what he was after, but it was no use. He had me pinned.

  “Fuck!” I cried out in frustration as I tried once more to flee, and he pinched my nipples harder. The words came out, uncontrollable. “Just fucking cum!”

  He had that victory too.

  And he seized it.

  Ash’s big, throbbing dick buried itself into me, that bulging tip thrust right to my deepest regions as he let loose a loud, bellowing moan. He gave all he had to hold on that long, and then the flood came.

  He let loose such copious spurts of his virile seed. Jet after jet of that cum filling me up as I ground against him, used his body for my own satisfaction until I was wailing along with him and writhing beneath him. Our two bodies coated in a thin sheen of perspiration as we felt our mind-blowing orgasms together. The two of us undulating, grinding, rocking, as he filled me up with that rich cream of his.

  And I wanted every last drop. Before the night was over, I was begging in earnest like the slut I was.

  I was hooked.

  Fucking with a condom on was unthinkable to me after that. Lord knows I tried though! But I kept crawlin’ back to Ash, for more of his raw, hard cock.

  Not that I had to crawl. He was true to his word, in every manner. He took me with him around the world, wherever he went. In all the poshest, most expensive hotels, keeping me full of his cock every night after a day of me enjoying the spoils of his fortune while he went to meetings.

  It was heaven. Better than I ever had with my parents, he could afford anything for me, and denied me nothing.

  Except the pill.

  It wasn’t all bliss after all, but swelling up with his baby inside me didn’t put him off. And I still got to live the life of a queen, catered to at all times as I toted his baby boy around inside my belly. So maybe it wasn’t love, or what I’d expected out of my life.

  But I was damned happy with it.

  Bought by the Billionaire

  Book Themes:

  Virgin, Barely Legal, Breeding, Mild blackmail

  Word Count:

  5,579

  Life on the farm was generally quiet and peaceful. Sure, there was lots of hard work, but it was uneventful generally speakin’, especially since my ma and pa passed away, leavin’ the property to me. But that was all fixed to change the moment that fancy black sedan rolled up to my door. I just didn’t know right then I’d be ass up in the back of her before the day was through.

  He was a slick lookin’ man, with long dark hair, backswept and shiny in the midday sun, and a pair of sunglasses that must’ve cost more’n my car. He stepped out of his vehicle in a fitted suit, and looked better’n a catalogue model, I gotta say.

  Though all of that looked completely out of place on my lil’ farm. The farmhouse itself was about two centuries old, even if it did have about a dozen renovations since then, and the whole plot of land had that rustic look that city slickers liked to stop and gawk at.

  Though this guy was no usual city slicker, I could tell that. I wiped my hands as I strode up the gravel drive towards him, tuckin’ the hand towel into the back of my tight daisy dukes as I got close to him. Though as I studied him, his dark, piercin’ eyes turned to peer right back into me in turn.

  “Are you the owner of this place, ma’am?” He asked, his voice so deep and gravelly, despite his glossy, well-kept appearance.

  He kinda had me on edge a little. You know, like when you meet someone that seems better off and more educated and you’re just waitin’ to be made the fool of? Yea, that was me, ‘cause he had everythin’ that the books told me was bad news. He was all calm and cool, and chose his words all careful like, and he was sexy to boot. So I knew I was in trouble.

  But I smiled at him all the same, like a polite girl does, and nodded my head. “Yea, sure do. All the land from here to there,” I said, pointin’ out the boundaries.

  He listened real closely and all that, but I could tell he had somethin’ important on his mind from the get go.

  “Got some bad news for you then, little lady,” he said, and truly I was lil’ compared to him! He was well over six feet tall, and I was well over a foot shorter’n him. “I recently acquired the local creditors to consolidate into a branch of my business,” he said, reaching into his car and pulling out a thick stack of papers. “And it turns out your place is well in arrears on payments. As in, about forty years,” he said, holding out the document to me. “I don’t know why the debt has been put aside for this long, but it showed up after my acquisition.”

  “What?!”

  I mean, I half understood most of what he said, but I did understand that we were in debt for forty years? I mean, that was even before my parents took over probably... I didn’t have time to think on the math just then.

  I pushed my fingers through my hair, fixing my ponytail before I grabbed the papers, lookin’ at them like I might be able to figure out what’d happened.

  He undid the front of his blazer, the only sign he wasn’t fully comfortable in the hot midday sun, and stepped in a lil’ closer to me. He set his sunglasses atop his head, and those dark eyes studied me somethin’ fierce.

  “It’s all there. And the bank is set to foreclose on your place within the week. But that’s why I came out. I wouldn’t want to set a woman out of house and home without at least first meeting her,” he said so calmly, so smoothly, as if nothin’ ever fazed him.

  “Foreclosed?” I asked, my jaw dropped open. “But my ma and pa owned this place outright, and they gave it to me in their will,” I protested. I couldn’t lose my house! My farm! I didn’t have anythin’ else, not in this world.

  He looked me over with that hard gaze of his, and I knew then and there he had all the world in his pocket. Rich as they come, he could buy and sell people like me clear and easy. He took his time, took out a cigarette and lit it up, the grey smoke carryin’ on the air before me, fillin’ my nostrils with its acrid tang.

  “Maybe you and I can come to some sort of accommodation, however,” he remarked in his low, growling voice.

  “Accommodation?” I said with a bit of a growl. I couldn’t believe what I was hearin’! This was my home, and had been since I was born!

  My hands were tremblin’ like I couldn’t believe, and I was breathing hard and fast, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was talkin’ about.

  He offered up his silver cigarette case, a lone smoke pokin’ out towards me in offerin’. “Go ahead, it’l
l help you relax as we sort this lil’ mess out between you and I.”

  I had anger boilin’ in me, but there was somethin’ about that man, and I had no idea what it was, but it made me feel a lil’ calmer. As cold and impersonal as he looked, so tall and well-dressed, with his finely groomed appearance, I got the feelin’ from him that he was a safe man to have as a friend. Or whatever you could get close to bein’ a friend.

  So I took the smoke, and I held it to my lips as he lit it with his fancy lighter.

  I was still in shock, but he was right. It made it a little easier. And it weren’t like it was his fault, what was happenin’. He couldn’t have known any better than I did.

  “I just don’t understand. My family’s had this farm since long ‘fore I was born...”

  “I guess one of your grandparents must’ve mortgaged the place out way back, and it got lost in the mix,” he said, taking a slow drag upon his cigarette, one hand tucked into his pocket as he looked around. “I don’t want to take your farm from you though. But I have a rule that’s served me well in business: never give something away for free that you could cash in on.” He looked me over again, nice an’ slow.

  I crinkled my nose.

  “I only make enough to just keep afloat,” I admitted in a soft voice between the puffs of the cigarette. Everythin’ was racin’ through my head, that fear and anxiety windin’ me up tight, but that calm way he was lookin’ at me made me feel it mightn’t be all bad news. At least, I hoped...

  “You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said so calmly, reaching his hand out of his pocket and up to lightly brush his fingers over my ponytail. “You live out here by yourself? No man in your life?” he asked, smoking so casually as he leaned back against his shiny black car.

  I could see clear as day that beneath his white pressed shirt, he was a man who take care of himself. His fitted clothing didn’t do much to hide the bulk of muscle beneath the surface.

  It surprised me, what with him bein’ a businessman or accountant or somethin’. Most of them were scrawny as anythin’. At least around where I grew up.

  And really, that little touch, his softer words, they relaxed me. Did a world of wonder, really, and I nodded my head. “Just me, Mister,” I said. My green eyes found his, takin’ him in a new, calmer light.

  His full lips spread ever so slightly into a soft smile, and he reached up, cuppin’ my chin in his large hand. He had a way about him, some sorta commandin’ authority that made him seem so in charge, and it was comfortin’ as well as unsettlin’.

  “I bet you always were the kind of gal that wanted to be a mother though, weren’t you?” he asked in his low voice, strokin’ his thumb along my smooth cheek so tenderly.

  “Well, sure, Mister. Every little girl grows up wantin’ to be a mom,” I said with a little roll of my eyes and a twitch of my lips. “I just ain’t found anyone wantin’ the same. Most the menfolk are movin’ into the city for work and such.”

  He brushed the backs of his long fingers over my jawline, back to my ear as he smiled at me all admiringly.

  “I promised my mom before she passed away I’d find a nice, respectable woman, and make some lovely kids with her. Down to earth little brats,” he remarked before taking a tug on his cigarette then exhaling a grey cloud. “Tell me, Annie — if I may call you Annie — are you on the pill?”

  My nose crinkled again. I didn’t figure that was a question I’d ever be asked, ‘specially not by someone I just met.

  But I shook my head no, my brows knit above my narrowed eyes. Sounded more like a business proposal than... than what? A regular proposal?

  He took his time, casually takin’ a drag on his cigarette before tossin’ it in the dirt and grindin’ it out with the toe of his shoe.

  “Tell you what, Annie. How about you and me make our dreams come true, huh? And then this place is yours forevermore, and I make sure you’re set up to last another ten generations out here.” He reached to the side, pulled open the door to the back seat of his car, the luxurious interior on display, “What do you say, beautiful?”

  My stomach was tied into knots as I looked at him, and there was a little tremor as I dropped my cigarette.

  “I don’t understand, Mister. You... you just wanna knock me up and then keep me here?”

  He gave a shrug of his broad shoulders and reached up, undoing his tie, then taking off his blazer. He undid the first few buttons of his shirt and I could see a glimpse of the hard body beneath, peppered with some of his dark hairs.

  “You’re a beautiful girl, Annie,” he said in a deep, gravelly husk that was edged with somethin’ more than business. “If you’ve got the guts for it, I might do more than just that. Maybe I’ll take you with me. Fly you around the world with me, and fuck you in every continent on earth. That is,” he said, leaning down in towards me closely, licking his full lips. “If you’ve got the stomach for adventure.”

  I’m sure my eyes were wider than anything as I watched him, my breathing gettin’ fast even though I didn’t want it to. My body growin’ warm, my knees startin’ to tremble.

  I stared, my mouth still open a little as I shook my head, “Mister, I ain’t never been with a man before,” I said, my eyes trailing over his exposed chest.

  That made his grin widen, and he looked me over once more, from head to toe, soakin’ me in as if I was the most beautiful creature on God’s green earth. He was a very intense sorta man, who could convey all sorts of emotions with just a look, and that was somethin’ I learned about him real fast.

  He stroked his hand back over my hair, until his fingers was a tightenin’ around my ponytail, and he was leanin’ in so close barely a hairs breadth separated our lips.

  “Perfect,” he growled out. “Now Annie, I want you very bad right now… very, very bad,” he stressed in his low, bestial tone. “So what’s it gonna be, huh?”

  His lips hung so close to mine, all it’d take was the slightest waver in my stance to make ‘em brush together and have my first real kiss. So little…

  I whimpered, my breath brushing against his lips, and it was like I went from zero to sixty in a half second, because suddenly I was ready to throw caution to the wind. That bit of brute force, the intensity that was in his body, in his gaze...

  It was unreal, and I parted my lips softly, but didn’t know what to say. It was so brazen and wrong, yet...

  He sealed our lips together, my head locked in place by the strong grasp of his hand around my ponytail. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and we were makin’ out somethin’ fierce right away. A passion bubblin’ out from him immediately as he wrapped his other arm around my bare waist, beneath my tied-up plaid shirt.

  I felt nearly crushed against his hard body as he swept me literally up off my feet for a moment, that free hand of his slidin’ on down my lower back, until those strong fingers was a diggin’ into my rear and squeezin’ my ass cheeks so tight.

  God, he felt good. Strong and warm, his mouth hard and soft all at once. I was pressed into him, consumed by him, and even though I just barely met him, I was lost to his passions. The paperwork and cigarette both slipped from my hands as I wrapped my arms around his neck, lettin’ him lead me, ‘cause I didn’t know what I was doin’, not really.

  I was just goin’ with the flow, and what a strong current it was.

  He picked me up off the ground, holdin’ me with that one strong arm graspin’ my rear, and I was swoonin’. Our tongues lashed one another, and though I had no experience with makin’ out, it was easy to just respond to him in kind.

  The low, guttural growls a comin’ out of his chest were such a delight, they excited me to hear, made me feel how genuine his desire was. He kneaded the flesh of my rear until at last he turned us around, pressed me up against the car. His hand slid along my leg, liftin’ up my thigh so that I hooked my legs over his hips. And then… oh boy, I could feel the throb of his manhood pressed up against me.

  Sure, we had the fabric of our pants sepa
ratin’ us, but it didn’t feel any less primal. I mean, I was burnin’ hot against him, and he was hard as steel against me. Without even wantin’ to or tryin’, my body was respondin’ to him, grinding against him like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, I definitely wouldn’t have believed I’d act so wantonly after just meetin’ a man.

  If you’d have told me just an hour before he arrived what I’d be a doin’, I’d laugh right in your face!

  But there I was, in the middle of the sunny day, pressed up against a stranger’s car, humpin’ and grindin’ with him like we was animals in the field. It was shameless, it was lewd, and by golly it was just raw need at work. I couldn’t have stopped myself from grindin’ up on his dick if there was a small fortune awaitin’ me.

  One of his big strong hands reached up, undid the front of my shirt and let my breasts spill out, bare. The tops of ‘em sunkissed, but the rest a bit milky. And it was there, on that delicate porcelain skin, he grasped and squeezed at me.

  I didn’t have nobody or nothin’ to compare him to, but the way he touched my breasts was somethin’ amazin’. His hands were smooth but his grip was hard, his finger and thumb playing with my nipple, squeezing it and teasin’ it until it was rock hard before he lowered his face to me and kissed me, right there on my sensitive skin.

  The Spring sun was shinin’ down upon my bare skin as that man hungrily devoured my flesh. His mouth workin’ at my teat, tastin’ me like nobody ever had before. He was ravenous, and he worked his hand down to the front of my daisy duke shorts, unbuttonin’ ‘em, tuggin’ ‘em open as he suckled at my stiff nipple, givin’ a final flick of his tongue over its surface.

  I had to admit... he was good. I mean, I’d never been so foolish, so blindly in lust, not ever. Not even close. But all I wanted was to go all the way with him, to feel somethin’ real, that I’d never felt before. And with his calmness over top of a broilin’ desire, the way he was touchin’ me, I knew he had to be a pro.