Buck Me Cowboy: A Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Aww fuck,” Tyler groans, more of a prayer than a swear word. “Fuuuuuuck.”

  Because it’s so tight. My rim is so snug around his dicktip and I can’t believe there’s still more to go. Not just more … but nine inches more.

  “Unnh, Daddy,” comes my wailing mewl, as I squirm beneath him, my bottom hole clamping and unclamping around his cock involuntarily. “Unnh.”

  Tyler pauses, the air escaping his lungs in harsh pants.

  “Ready baby girl? Ready? Aww fuuuu...!”

  His voice trails off because that cock slips up another couple inches in my butt, and I scream wildly, throwing my head back. Oh shit, I’m being buttfucked! I’m taking a massive monster into my anus, my rectal walls squeezing him tight, unable to even process what’s happening.

  “Tyler!” comes my wail. “Oh oh!”

  And grunting, the cowboy goes for it then. Taking a deep breath, he growls in my ear before shoving forward hard with his hips, and shit, but it goes all the way. My sphincter gives it up with an audible popping sound, and shit, but there’s ten inches in my behind now. Yeah, me, the innocent cowgirl now has as ass full of hard, stiff cock, bottom quivering from the deep dicking.

  “Good girl,” Tyler pants. “Good girl, good girl, let Daddy ride now.”

  And slowly, he pulls back. Oh god, the ass musk rising between us is delectable, making my mouth water. Is that really me? Is that really the scent of anal sweat mixed with pussy come? Oh shit, oh shit.

  But Tyler doesn’t seem to mind because groaning, his eyes shut as he begins a rhythm in my behind. It’s not smooth and sinuous, it’s not a steady wa-dump, wa-dump of hard fucks. No, I’m tiny back there, and the big man has to work himself into my bottom with each thrust, pushing in, fighting the resistance, the friction so fucking good.

  “Unnh,” he grunts, “Unnh fuck.”

  I begin to moan too, ankles way up by my ears, giving myself over to the deep dicking.

  “Yes,” comes my mewling cry. “Yes, yes.”

  Because this is a dream come true. Not a literal dream, what girl fantasizes about anal sex for her first time? But my virginity was taken in a completely different way, my ass cherry gone once and for all, and I love it. If this is what Daddy wants with my body, then I’ll let him do it. If he wants to ravage my asshole each and every night, then I’ll hold my butt open, welcoming him into my behind.

  Because things have turned around with Tyler. Before, I was a lonely, desperate young woman living on a broken-down ranch. I didn’t have much, struggling at the edge of poverty with no one to talk to except for my cows and chickens.

  But now, it’s a new me. It’s not just the things he’s fixed around my place, it’s the confidence I’ve gained, my ability to relax now that someone’s got my back. So yes, if this is what the cowboy wants as payment, then I’ll give it to him. I’ll open my ass again and again, if it keeps him here at the Double H.

  “Unnh,” comes my muffled moan. “Unnh, unnh.”

  My small hands creep to my butt again, pulling the cheeks wide, letting him get in further, balls deep in my anus.

  “Unnh, yeah,” I moan wildly.

  And Tyler can’t take it anymore. The thrusting of his hips gets frantic, that huge ten incher reaming me deep, pushing all the way up to my GI tract. And with a shout, a roar announcing the conqueror, he comes then. That huge fuckpole erupts in my ass, dousing me with lust, virile, sticky semen coating my rectal chamber before dripping down wetly between us.

  It’s so fucking disgusting, I can fill his penis pulse as it fills me up. And the knowledge throws me over the edge too. I come with a wild scream, anus clamping down on his dick, milking him for more as my pussy dissolves in a series of tremors.

  “Oh!” I cry out. “Oh oh oh!”

  But Tyler’s not stopping there. Sure, he’s done his anal fucking, but in a flash, his dick is out of my ass, dripping with lust, shiny from fluids. I stare, eyes wide. Why now? I feel so empty, asshole winking uncontrollably.

  But just as quickly, he points it at my vag hole, and throwing his weight behind the thrust, busts through my hymen in one quick movement.

  “Ahhhh!” I scream, filled to the brim, that giant cock now fucking my sweet spot. “Ahhh!”

  He’s pulsing madly, filling me with sweet cream, and I squeal again with the sudden maneuver. Because oh shit, Daddy’s done me a two-fer. He prepared me for the anal, told me what was going on, but then surprised me with the vaginal. And now, both my cherries are popped, I’m a virgin no longer in any sense of the word. Front hole and back hole, my sweetness gone forever, innocence lost.

  But it’s so good. It’s so damn good, his sperm blasting my insides, lash after lash of the hot stuff coating my ovaries, reaching so far up I’m sure it’ll burst from my throat. And I moan wildly again, thrashing on the bed, pinned down by the huge cock in my twat.

  “Unnnnh, unnnh,” is all I can manage, incoherent with pleasure. “Unnnh.”

  Tyler jerks again, eyes closed, concentrating, before that blue gaze opens and focuses on me. He doesn’t move for a moment just holding there, letting my vag milk him dry. And once we’re both done, the shudders subsiding, our breathing in pants and not gasps, he pulls out slowly, that huge donkey dong dripping with our combined fluids.

  I’m sure he’s gonna wipe off, that he’ll stalk to the bathroom and clean himself up. But instead, a wicked gleam enters that blue gaze and he moves up the bed until he’s straddling my head, the missile pointed at my mouth. Oh god, is this really happening? Do I really have an alpha male sitting on my chest and shoulders, demanding that I suck his dong? A dirty dong at that, fresh from sex?

  But it’s true because Tyler chuckles then.

  “Thirsty baby girl?’ he rasps. “Thirsty after that fuck session? Because Daddy’s got something for you to drink.”

  And unbidden, my mouth opens. Yes, just like the first time, I desperately want to taste that hard shaft. And this time, it’s even better because I’m gonna get anal sweat, pussy nectar, and goopy white sperm down my throat as part of the bargain. Because I’m a slut with this man, craving him, doing everything he says … and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Maisie

  Oh, my pussy aches. My ass hurts too, the twinge in my bottom a deep, sinful reminder.

  Slowly, I come awake. The sun’s shining brightly through the window and I squint blearily. Come to think of it, my entire body is sore. Tyler put me through the works last night because after he took my front and back holes, we went at it again. And again. And again. The alpha’s a superman, with a seemingly endless supply of sperm.

  But he liked it right? So why isn’t he here now? The only thing left of the big man is an indent in the pillow, and the smell of him everywhere. Oh god, I could recognize the scent of that cock from anywhere now, the distinctive tang of his semen, the salty yet sweet musk that rises from his balls.

  But my insecurity comes hurtling like a freight train then, curling me up in the bed.

  Did I scare him off? My mind reels. Maybe my dirty talk was too dirty for him, or maybe the sex too nasty. I thought Daddy liked it, but maybe I was wrong. But the voice inside speaks then.

  Don’t be silly, it scolds. He loved it. He fucked you so many times, how many guys would do that if they weren’t happy?

  I moan a little again, but the words penetrate the fog of my brain. Because my subconscious is right. I’m coated in his cum, my pussy and ass soaked with spunk. Why would he do that if he didn’t like it?

  So slowly, I roll myself off the mattress, limping to a nearby bathroom. Oh god, oh god. It’s gonna be hard to do chores today, seeing that I’m practically paralyzed from having a giant club deep inside.

  But I like it, and a secret smile crosses my face. It feels good. No better than that, absolutely amazing. I’m a woman now, a real woman, not some naïve virgin hoping for dreams to come true.

  Confidence makes me straighten my shoulders and I
look at myself in the mirror. Okay, my curls are messy, hair like a bird’s nest, but there’s a distinctive glow. Oh yeah, a well-fucked, well-sated glow, as well as a newness about me. Because I’m a different Maisie now, assertive and outspoken, ready to handle the world. And Tyler gave me that.

  A loud sputter sounds in the distance, and I glance out the bathroom window. To my delight the alpha is riding the tractor shirtless, a cowboy on a giant machine, straddling it with his legs. Sweat gleams off that corded back, his thighs powerful and commanding. Oh god, oh god. My pussy moistens again, asshole beating wildly from the sight. Oh shit, this is my life now, and I love it so much.

  Because when Pa died I thought I’d be alone on this farm forever. Now I have the sexiest man alive manning my land while I sleep in after the best night of my life. I just hope he decides to stick around, because I don’t know what I’d do without him.

  But after staring hungrily for a while, I begin to wonder just who this sex god is. Tyler’s confident and masculine, good with his hands. I’m impressed by how well he handles the farm, from the animals to the equipment to the unknown. But who is he really? He did say he’s a ranch hand, but I’m sure I would have seen him around. The community’s small, so who is this guy?

  It’s impossible to figure out, so giving up, I get in the shower. Oh god, there are fresh marks on my thighs, pink against the creamy flesh. The soreness doesn’t stop my pussy and ass from throbbing when images from the previous night flood my mind.

  But in some ways it feels like a dream still. Because who is this man? Who is this stranger who’s come to answer my dreams?

  Shaking myself from the funk, I step out. Just like every day, there’s work to be done, and it’s time to get crackin’. But surprisingly, I’m not as tired as before. Tyler’s rejuvenated me and on a whim, I pour a cold glass of lemonade before making my way into the blaring sun.

  “Thirsty?” I ask while sneaking behind the cowboy. He turns around and that lazy, masculine grin makes butterflies flutter deep in my belly.

  “Heya gorgeous,” comes an answering grunt, taking the glass in his right hand while grasping the nape of my neck with his left hand. Pulling me close, I get a whiff of man musk, which works like seduction serum. My eyes droop and head feels light just being in his presence.

  “You okay?” he growls, eyes knowing as I swoon.

  I jerk. What a cocky asshole! But he grins knowingly and leans close then.

  “Doesn’t take much, hmm little girl? One wink and you’re mush.”

  I shriek, slapping his arm playfully. Ouch, it’s hard as iron and we both look up at the contact.

  “I’m not mush,” comes my playful protest. “You’re the one who’s mush.”

  “Baby, I’m not mush,” he growls teasingly. “Take a good look and you’ll see.”

  Slowly, I squint up at him, the sun forming a halo behind his head. Shit, he’s gorgeous. If before, I thought he was amazing, then from this angle, he’s even better. Big and huge, that frame blocks out a lot of the sun. A rock hard chest and abs narrow to a vee, before leading to solid, tree-trunk like thighs.

  But it’s his cock as always that makes me gulp. Because he’s absolutely not mush, not at all. Beneath that stiff denim, his club is at it again, pressing against the fabric, hard and powerful.

  “No,” I breathe. “Not mush at all. The opposite.”

  Tyler grins. A lazy smile creeps to his lips.

  “You stay inside today. Do whatever you want,” he finally says after staring at me for a long moment. “Crochet, bake pies, do whatever makes you happy.”

  “Oh no,” I demur, holding my hand above my eyes as a visor. “There’s a million things to do on the farm, I can’t just go in and nap all day.”

  But Tyler won’t have it. He shakes his head again, determined.

  “I know you’re busy baby, but get some rest,” he rumbles before removing my hand from my face and continuing. “Are you sore?” that low, sexy growl comes again.

  I blush, my entire body going red. Oh god, oh god, how does he do this to me?

  “I little,” I murmur, looking down in embarrassment. Tyler leans forward and kisses me, long, slow and lingering.

  “I’ll fix that later. Go relax,” he growls before nodding towards the house. Lifting up on my toes, this time I gently press my lips against his and he starts back, again staring down at me.

  “What is it?” I ask gently.

  “Nothing,” he answers, but I know something’s up because he’s still staring at me. We’re like two school kids looking at each other googly eyed, and I smile sweetly again.

  “Where’d you get these?” I wonder aloud, running my finger across the waistband of his destroyed denim jeans. I cut the jeans he showed up in and I’m sure my Pa didn’t have anything as stylish as the ones he’s wearing.

  “I ran out this morning to get a few things. I left some things for you on the couch,” he touches the tip of my nose with his index finger.

  “For me?” I breathe, eyes opening wide. It’s been so long since I had something new. Heck my clothes are practically in rags now, the cotton near disintegrating from being washed so often.

  “For you,” he rumbles again, eyes filled with something, although I don’t know what. “Git now,” he growls. “Get outta here. If you weren’t sore, I’d fuck you right here in this field,” he rasps, eyes beginning to burn.

  But I’m not afraid. If anything I want it, but there’s no sense in staying out any longer. Despite his entreaties to rest, I have no intention of doing so. There’s a million things to be done, and I’m a farm girl, not a princess. Even if the heat is coming off this man in waves, the chores just won’t wait.

  “I’m going inside,” I announce with a queenly air and he grins again at me, this time dangerous. Whirling on my toes, I begin to prance off, but not before a long wolf whistle sounds out.

  Turning to scold him, I burst out in laughter when meeting those blue eyes.

  God he’s sexy.

  God, this is so fun.

  It’s easy, not like some complicated love story where the hero and heroine have no idea what they want. I know what I want, and it’s right there, two hundred pounds solid on that tractor.

  “Give me a kiss,” he squints his eyes, tilting his head, daring me to disobey him. I want to, I really do. I know I should walk straight into the house to show him he’s not in control of me, but my feet are stuck in place. My eyes are trained on his topless body as he swings himself off the machine, stalking to me with long, sure strides.

  “I need to go,” I breathe once Tyler’s within spitting distance. The alpha has to be at least a foot taller than me.

  “You’ll go,” he rumbles smoothly. “You’ll get a chance to go. Just give me one last kiss.”

  And like in a trance, I lift up on my toes, offering my mouth, which he takes with complete authority, ravishing my lips. Instinctively, I cling to him, moaning with need already. Our tongues dance as his hands stroke through my hair, pulling at my ponytail. And when he finally pulls away, I’m left breathless, barely able to compute.

  I should stop. We’re in broad daylight, the sun beating on our heads, but who cares? Who is there to see us? We’re acres away from anyone, and if ever those annoying ass Morgan brothers were going to come bothering me, today should be the day. Nothing feels better than the security of this strong man protecting me.

  “Now you can go,” Tyler smiles, blue eyes still blazing.

  “You’re such a tease,” I roll my eyes before turning. Prancing back to the house, I put a spring in my step, wiggling my ass just so. And it works because when I glance back over my shoulder, the alpha’s staring at my butt like he can’t get enough. Good. Serves him right.

  Once indoors, I take a deep sigh. God, what that man does to me. It’s like walking into a hurricane, and then throwing in a tornado just for fun. I can’t wrap my head around it, but again, there are chores to be done. I’m a girl who works, not one who sits a
round waiting for maids, and the broom’s calling my name.

  Fortunately, it doesn’t take long to tidy up, although there’s still a lot to fix. Busying myself, the floors are mopped, dishes done, the laundry sorted. And finally, I sit down, letting out a huge sigh. Man, running a farm isn’t easy, even for me, someone used to country life.

  But I’m gonna get ahead in the world. I’m gonna better myself, and seizing the moment, I sit in the den, luxuriating in the ancient sofa with lumpy stuffing. Not exactly a queen’s throne, but that’s okay.

  Because I’m gonna read. Reaching to the side table, I pull out Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. It’s something Pa gave me a long time ago, and although I haven’t gotten much past the second chapter, I’m gonna finish it one day. I’m gonna be better, I’m going to get my GED and prove myself to the world. Sure my problems haven’t disappeared, but they aren’t so bad anymore. With Tyler on my side … it’ll all work out.

  ***

  Wow, this book is really something. A boy named Pip? What kind of guy’s name is that? I’ve just flipped the page when the side door swings open, the sound of heavy boots in the entryway. Immediately, a shadow falls over me, Tyler standing there in all his sweaty glory.

  “What are you doing?” he turns his head to read the spine of the book.

  “Reading,” I say softly, debating if I want to tell him the whole truth. “I dropped out of school to take care of the farm, but I want to get my GED, so I have to start getting ready.” My eyes lower in embarrassment. Tyler speaks so professionally, I’m sure he graduated from school.

  “Great Expectations for a great girl, is that it?” he asks with a grin. I smile back, exuding happiness.

  “Yeah, it’s something that I’m aiming for,” I confess shyly. “You know, just to better myself. My Ma died a couple years ago, so I dropped out of high school. It was easier, there were so many things that had to be done on the farm. But I’ve always wanted to finish,” I say with a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted to get my GED at some point.”