My Accidental Sugar Daddy
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What is wrong with you? The voice in my head screamed. Here’s a human being bleeding out in front of your very own eyes, and you’re thinking how handsome he is? Get with it, girl!
Chastened, I lowered my eyes and stared at his wound. God, my subconscious was right. There was blood seeping through his jeans, a huge, dark red spot about ten inches long and five inches wide. If we didn’t do something, I was gonna have a dead man in my barn.
So I looked up at the man, trying to assess the situation. Could he help me take off his pants? Could he make any decisions at this point? Evidently not because those crystal clear eyes were going hazy again, swimming in and out of consciousness.
“Unnnh,” came another masculine groan, and this time, a thunk sounded as his head hit the barn floor. Oh yeah, he was out, dead to the world. This guy wasn’t going to be able to assist at all.
Leaping to my feet, I ran to the tool shed outside before coming back in, a huge pair of shears in hand. I was gonna have to cut this guy out of the denim, it was the only way to get him free and tend to the wound.
But my feet skidded to a halt, eyes going wide as the air in my lungs froze. Because oh my god, the man had rolled slightly while I was gone, and suddenly it was there, in full view. A huge ridge showed itself under the stiff denim, long and thick, demanding and impossibly masculine. Immediately, my pussy moistened. Was that … was that … ?
I couldn’t even finish the thought because I’ve never seen a man’s privates before, not in real life. Sure, there’s on-line stuff and I’m not above looking at a little porn on my laptop now and then. But faced with the real thing, my heart beat unsteadily, insides mushy and hot. Because what would his cock be like? What would it feel like? Rubbery? Hot? Stiff? Soft? What color would it be, exactly?
I flushed, embarrassed. Oh my god, these thoughts were so wrong. A man was literally bleeding out on my property, and instead of saving his life, I was ogling his package.
You should be ashamed, the voice in my head scolded again. You should be ashamed, Maisie Jones.
But I couldn’t feel bad for some reason. Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen a man, but suddenly, the choice was clear. Because I wanted to see him. I wanted to see that huge fuckshaft, gleaming and strong, proud and naked.
Quickly, I stole a look at the stranger’s face. Good. He was still out like light, and my heart beat quickly, fluttering like a butterfly.
Taking the huge ten-inch shears in hand, I began snipping at his jeans. Starting at the knee, I cut upwards, all the way to his waistband, and then down, all the way to his ankle. The denim fell away like paper beneath the sharp edges, and pretty soon, my handsome stranger was nude waist-down, wearing nothing but air.
And shit, but my pussy throbbed then, wet with fluids. Because his monster lay out in the open now, and my mouth watered hungrily. Thick and long, the dark pink snake lay against one thigh, reaching almost to his knee. The head was a deep, shiny purple, in contrast to the veined skin of his shaft, powerful even in rest.
Oh my god, oh my god. My breath came in shallow, uneven pants, pussy tingling delightedly. What would it be like to feel that anaconda inside? What would it feel like to ride that magic stick of glory, the shaft crammed deep into my most private part? I whined slightly then, unable to stop myself, almost drooling with need at the sight of the hard man meat.
But my conscience swept in again.
You’re such a slut, Maisie Jones! It screamed. You’re thinking of sleeping with a man while he’s bleeding to death? What’s wrong with you? Get with the picture!
And at that, I leapt into motion. Immediately, the antiseptic was in my hands and I cleaned off the wound with quick, sure strokes. The gash was wide but not deep, and definitely not life-threatening, it just bled a lot. This guy was lucky, he’d escaped with just a surface injury.
So my hands swift and confident like a professional nurse, I bound his leg in gauze, my small hands only sometimes brushing against the huge snake. Trying not to breathe, it’d slip past my palms, once, twice, and my fingers would jerk involuntarily. But right, there was work to do, so I put my head down and kept my eyes on the prize. The leg injury, not his massive monster.
And once I was done, I sat back on my heels, boobs heaving up and down with adrenaline, face flushed. The straw was matted in blood, and I was a mess, panting and sweaty. But my dark stranger was going to live. He was absolutely going to live, and slowly, my eyes slid over to his frame again.
Oh god, the cowboy was handsome enough to take my breath away. The light had improved, and now I could see that strong profile, a bit of dark stubble on his jaw. Plus his hair was an inky black, skin bronzed from lots of work outdoors, with broad shoulders and a thick, powerful chest.
But my eyes just wouldn’t behave. They kept sliding downwards, down, down, down, until I was looking straight at that massive cock again. And my mouth went dry once more. Because his length was impressive, almost hitting the knee, but it was also the width. He was as big around as a soup can, one of those chunky, hearty broths that come in round, aluminum pop-tops, and my fingers itched to touch. My small digits literally twitched by my side, and before I could help myself, they reached forwards.
It was almost like a slow-motion movie. From the bottom of my periphery vision, my fingers trailed upwards, sliding past his wound until I had the base of that cock firmly in my grasp, squeezing experimentally. Oh god, he was so thick and solid. Plus, I had my answer now, a cock is scalding to the touch, appetizing and strangely musky, his personal spice filling my nostrils.
The stranger groaned, and immediately I paused, barely daring to breathe, hand going completely still. But no more sounds came, so I began my movements again, gripping that giant fuckshaft in my small fist, slowly sliding towards the tip, and then back down. It was wonderful, insanely glorious, and so fucking dirty at once. Because that iron rod was both hard and soft, delicious thickness coated by the most delicate skin, beckoning to me, making my pussy gush.
And before I could stop myself, my head bent and I licked right up that hard shaft. That’s right, right in the middle of the barn, I went down and licked an unconscious man’s dick. Don’t ask what came over me because I don’t know. All I know is that some slut took over my body, and I had to taste, the strange cowboy was so gorgeous and appetizing. So in slow motion, my head lowered, tongue delicately tracing over one huge vein that pulsed and throbbed.
“Unnnh,” came a guttural moan from the man. “Unnnnh.”
Oh my god, had I woken him? My eyes flew up, startled, pausing like a butterfly. That was my chance to stop. I was acting so slutty, not to mention unethical. So I should have pulled back, I know.
But again, the whore inside had seen her first dick and I couldn’t put her back in the box. Because when he didn’t make any more sounds, lapsing back into unconsciousness, I leaned forwards again, and this time, pulled the skin at the tip of his glans apart, spreading that hole before pushing my tongue in.
Unnh, it was so good, and going with it, I went for more. Slowly, I sampled his shaft again, licking up and down the sides, circling my tongue around his head before going back to the tip and tasting the man goo. Experimentally, I played with it, lifting my tongue a bit, a sticky trail of the stuff connecting my lips to his dicktip. Mmm, oh mm, this was so good, his pre-cum thick and nutritious. My pussy twitched reflexively, hot and creamy, begging for its own taste.
But this would never do. I was literally assaulting an unconscious man in my barn, one who was wounded and bleeding. How the hell had this happened? I’m a virgin for crying out loud, a curvy girl that barely knows her way around boys. In fact, I barely even know any boys, my days were spent on the farm helping Pa.
So maybe that was why. I was a nympho, desperate for a taste of man, and one had been presented to me on a silver platter. I shouldn’t have, but I did, and my pussy twitched in the air again, begging for more.
But I couldn’t. This was so bad, and the internal war kept raging.
You can’t have sex with an unconscious man, especially not for your first time! The voice inside screamed.
My subconscious was right. Reluctantly, I popped that heavenly dick out from my lips, glistening and wet. It beckoned to me still, bobbing in the air, more cream oozing from the tip. But no, I couldn’t. This was too wrong, going against all the rules.
But what I didn’t count on was the man himself. Because while I’d been busy having my fun, he’d been dead to the world, or so I thought. But actually, the cowboy had been drifting between wake and sleep, and it seemed my heavenly oral play had dragged him onto the right side of life.
Because as I stood slowly, body quivering, humming with need, the man’s eyes drifted open then, still dazed but knowing. A smile quirked the corner of his lips as he took in his massive dong, glistening and wet, and a deep rumble escaped his lips.
“You gonna finish me off, sweet thing? After all that, you’re stopping now?”
I gasped, hands flying to my mouth. Oh my god, the handsome stranger had just woken and caught me red-handed. Or more accurately, he’d caught me with his dick in my mouth, my sweet pout drooling all over his pole. Oh my god, oh my god, I was so embarrassed, never more humiliated in my life. It was wrong! Everything I’d done was so wrong, even criminal. And yet … all I wanted was more with this gorgeous stranger in my barn.
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To be continued …
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About the Author
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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