18+ MDNI
Straight to SMUT
PART 1
I’d been on this posh Connecticut horse estate for three days, keeping my head down and working the horses, but I knew exactly who the boss’s daughter was. Lacey.
She was a vision of blonde innocence and youthful curves, though when she stumbled toward me near the stables, she looked less like a sweetheart and more like a storm cloud. She smelled faintly of cheap wine and desperation, her denim skirt hugging a perky ass that made my mouth go dry.
“Where did you come from?” she asked, her voice dripping with a smarmy, entitled edge. She leaned back, looking me up and down with a challenge in her eyes, trying to play the part of the untouchable princess.
I didn’t blink. I stood my ground, my boots planted firm in the dirt, my black t-shirt tight across my chest. I let my gaze linger on her heaving breasts beneath that thin tank top before meeting her eyes. “Watch it, little miss,” I said, my voice a low, gravelly warning. “I don’t need to tell you where I came from, but I’ll show you exactly where you’re headed if you keep up with that attitude.”
The fire in her eyes vanished instantly. Her lip trembled, and before I could react, she burst into tears, a raw, jagged sob that ripped through the quiet of the evening. Seeing her crumble like that did something to me.
My cock surged, straining against my jeans, hardening instantly at the sight of her vulnerability.
“There, there,” I murmured, half-mocking but mostly drawn in, patting her shoulder. “What’s got the rancher’s daughter so upset?”
“You... you know who I am?” she gasped, wiping her eyes.
“Darling, everyone within a hundred miles knows who you are.”
“No, they don’t,” she whimpered.
“Well, they should,” I replied, my dark eyes boring into hers, stripping away the layers of her pretense.
“My boyfriend dumped me,” she blurted out, the confession spilling out of her.
I felt a smirk tug at my lips. “Well, ain’t he a damn fool.”
“You think so?”
“Darling, I know so.”
She looked at me then, really looked at me, her gaze drifting down to the bulge in my pants. A sudden, reckless bravery took hold of her. “What would you do to me if I was yours?”
The air between us turned electric. I stepped closer, invading her space until she could feel the heat radiating off my body. “You don’t have to ask me twice, darling, but I’ll ask you once... are you sure?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, nodding frantically.
“James.”
“That’s a hot name,” she said.
“Thanks,Princess.” I laughed.
She whispered that there was a milk house nearby. The moment we stepped inside and the door clicked shut, the tension snapped. She turned on a small lamp and a cozy room with a rug and a sturdy looking oak framed bed with a patchwork quilt came into view in the shadowy yellow light.
I didn’t wait. I grabbed her, pulling her into a passionate kiss that tasted of wine. She had to stand on her tippy toes to kiss me back. I knelt down a little, scooping my hands under her thighs and pulling her legs apart. I lifted her small body into the air, wrapping her legs around me.
I pressed her hard against the wall, my muscular frame pinning her in place. I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming every inch of her. I gently cupped her bountiful, soft breasts, keeping myself from squeezing her too hard. She was a fury of tears and soft gasps, nibbling on my lips and tilting her head so I would kiss her neck.
Innocent and grown all at once. Hungry and terrified of what it meant. Her eyes big and searching as I cupped her chin and slid my thumb inside her juicy, wet mouth. She looked lost. I couldn’t help but smile. I slid it in and out of her mouth watching her face as she slowly understood, and blushed. Her lips wrapped around me and she started to suck.
“Mmmmm..good girl. Fast learner, Princess,” I teased.
“Stop, I’m not a princess.”
“You are to me.”
I rubbed and cupped her breasts again through the fabric of her tank top, sliding down to grip the curve of her ass. Her jean skirt was all the way up around her waist. I could see the tiny pink pair of thongs, already drenched and dark, clinging to her.
I pressed my cock, still in my jeans, against her so she could feel how hard I was for her. She moaned as I held the pressure there against her, kissing her deeper and grinding slowly. Increasing and decreasing pressure until I felt and heard her breath get faster and she pressed against me, her hips arching. Her body tightened and she trembled and moaned.
“Did you just come? I asked, kissing her harder as she collapsed into my arms, a sweaty, teary mess, dripping between her legs, and trembling.
She began to whimper, those tears returning, but this time they were born of overwhelming sensation. I pulled back just an inch, licking the salt from her cheeks. “I’m just touching you, baby. Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice a commanding rumble. “Do you like this? Answer me. Look at me.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“Your orgasm was perfect. Don’t be ashamed. You’re so hot right now.”
“I didn’t know...” her voice trailed off
“You want this, don’t you? I’m going to show you how a man fucks. Is that what you didn’t know?
She nodded, lowering her eyes.
“Don’t look away from me.” I leaned down and kissed both her eyelids, tasting her tears again and carried her to the bed.
I laid her down with a deliberate slowness. As I stripped her, she tried to shyly cover herself, first her breasts, then her pussy, but I gently moved her hands away, pinning them above her head. “Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me see all of you. You’re okay... tell me you’re okay. Say it. Use your words.”
“I’m okay,” she breathed, her chest heaving.
“Have you ever come before? With your boyfriend? By yourself?”
She turned bright red and tried to cover her face again but stopped herself, biting her lip and looking up at me.
“Not with my boyfriend.”
“By yourself? Hmmmm? Do you put your pretty little fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself?” I teased, watching her squirm with embarrassment.
“I..”
“Yes, Princess?” Don’t tell me that was the first time you ever came.”
Her hands flew to her face and she was crying again. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. Tears flowing as she shyly answered “Not like that, like just now.”
“That’s beautiful. I’m going to cherish that. I’m also going to give you so many more tonight, if that’s ok with you.” I leaned down onto the bed and kissed her again.
I pressed down onto her soft naked body. She radiated heat and desire, breathing hard, whimpering and moaning softly. I sucked and kissed her white, pillowy breasts, sucking her rosy pink nipples into my mouth, licking and nibbling them.
When she tried to cover her breasts from my kissing, I grabbed and pinned both wrists above her head. She tested the strength of my hold and found I had her thoroughly under my control. She squirmed beautifully, knowing she was trapped, she had tested the safety of her cage and realized that submission was the only smart move.
“Such a fast learner,” I praised and she blushed.
She arched her hips up into me and her mouth sought mine for a kiss. I obliged. She kissed me back, hard and recklessly, her tongue swirling desperately with mine. Her teeth biting my lower lip and sucking it. I let her arms go and her fingers found my hair. She clung to me.
“Do I have to ask?” she said breathlessly, her fingers clumsily moving to the waistband of my jeans, finding the buckle and trying to undo it.
“So eager,” I said approvingly. “But you’ll earn that. And we aren’t there yet.”
Her eyes watered again, “Am I doing something wrong? I’m sorry, I just, I just...”
“I know, Princess, you want to get fucked, to get filled, to know what it feels like to be a woman. You haven’t done anything wrong. Nothing wrong. Come here.” I folded her into my arms and cradled her head against my chest.
“Feel my heart beating,” I whispered. “That’s for you. I’m crazy for you right now. I want to do things to you that you aren’t ready for yet, and that’s ok. I want to taste you. I want to feel your pussy throbbing on my tongue as you come for me again. Is that ok?”




This opening chapter is pure fire! The way you explore her vulnerability turning into reckless hunger is so powerful and sensual.