MasukAs soon as Daddy gets close enough to me, he pushes my legs apart. As he does, a drip of wetness cascades down over the cheek of my ass, landing on the blanket.“So wet,” he rasps.“It’s my turn to taste you. But you’ll have to be quiet.”I nod, not truly sure if I’m capable of that.Daddy’s on his stomach, stretched across most of the hayloft floor. He kicks off his work boots near the top of the ladder, then slides a little closer to me, settling between my thighs.“I can’t wait to taste you,” he says as he kisses his way up the inside of my thigh.Even that, even those wet little presses of his lips, have me panting. Just as his mouth hovers over my opening and I can feel his breath against my sensitive skin, someone comes into the barn.All the tension leaves my body and I collapse onto the blanket-covered wood beneath me in desolation. If they take Daddy away
Daddy has me ride Pom back home while he helps John fix the fence. I won’t deny that I’m disappointed, but that orgasm was the best of my life. I really, really hope there’s more like that in the near future.When I step into the kitchen, Mom’s at the table, eating lunch.“I thought you were going to be gone for a while.”I put away the snacks I packed to take with me so I could enjoy the nice day and maybe even read a book. That had been my plan before Daddy...became Daddy.“A couple of guys from my school were racing on the road and tore through the fence, so Ry had me come home.”“Tore through the fence?”“Yeah, I think the mud got him and his car slid down off the road.”“Is he okay?”“Casey? He’s fine, but his car won’t recover.”“Better his car than him,” Mom says.I grunt in agreement as I
âYour naughty little words, that little plea, are going to keep me hard as a rock,â Daddy says.I smile up at him.Daddy shakes his head at me, but his hips flex forward and his erection digs harder into my hip. His hand slips under my tank top, pushing aside the little band of elastic that is the shelf bra, and he holds my breast, flicking the nipples with his thumbs.I arch and moan and spread my legs so he can settle between them. His shaft is now exactly where I want it. I need to get my pants off so he can push inside me.He lifts onto his elbows enough that he can tug my shirt down, baring me to him. I watch him as he sees me for the first time. His lips tip up in a grin as my breasts shimmy with my quivering breaths.âSuch sweet little nipples. Fuck, Daisy. I want to eat you up. I want to lick and suck every inch of you.ââYes.âHe chuckles and leans forward. Just as his lips part to take in one of my nipples, his radio beeps from where itâs clipped to his loosened belt. The cr
âOn your knees,â he says.âWhat?ââYou heard me. And the correct response is the one you just gave and then obedience.âThe one I just gave? Oh. He wants me to call himâŚI lower to my knees. âYes, Daddy.âHe steps closer and tosses my blanket off to the side. He cups his hand under my chin, then tilts my face up so Iâm looking straight into his eyes.âYour mom thinks youâve got something going on with one of your teachers at school. Is that true?âI shake my head, but I canât move it much since heâs holding me still.âAnswer me, Daisy.ââNo.ââRemember who youâre talking to,â he says.âNo, Daddy. I donât have a crush on a teacher.ââThen who? One of my hands?ââNo, Daddy. Just you.âThe satisfaction that lights his grey eyes has a shiver running down my spine. Iâve never seen him look so happy. I never knew he wanted me. I would have laid myself out on my eighteenth birthday if Iâd known.âJust me,â he whispers. âOnly me.âHe runs his thumb along my bottom lip, his gaze locked on my m
Iâm just finishing up my last chores when I hear someone come into the horse barn. Since Pom is my horse, sheâs my responsibility. Iâll be honest and say that as much as I hate cleaning up horse shit, I love my horse.âDaisy,â Ry says as he comes to the door of Pomâs stall. âAre you going out for a ride?âI swallow, not sure what the right answer is. I want to take Pom out like I usually do, but Iâm afraid heâs going to tell me that I canât.âThat was the plan.ââHow about you ride fences with me for a while? I have something I want to show you.ââOkay,â I agree immediately, even though I know that what he has to show me is more likely something ranch-related and not sex related.Still, my clit throbs against the seam of my jeans at the thought of being alone with my stepdad. We donât spend a whole lot of time together. And when we do, Iâm usually so nervous that words just start spilling from my lips. Iâm sure he thinks Iâm a total dork.By the time I saddle Pom and climb on, Ry is
The sun heats my face. Itâs not spring yet, so I close my eyes and enjoy the unexpected warmth. My horse, Pomelo, snorts nearby, and it comforts me to know that Iâm not fully alone.I grew up in a more suburban area. Since my mom married my stepdad, and we moved to his ranch, Iâve enjoyed all the country has to offer.Riding Pomelo is definitely my favorite thing about living in the wide open space. I pull tighter on the sleeves of the flannel shirt I tied around my waist when I got too hot. My tank top isnât quite warm enough, but Iâm not willing to put the warmer shirt back on just yet.I let my hands float out at my sides to the edges of the small blanket I set down. I smooth my hands backward and forward, running my fingertips over the tips of the tall stalks of grass. I feel the breeze move them against my skin as I do.The smell of hay and grass â and even a little of the manure and cow pies â surrounds me and reminds me where I am.I hear hoofbeats approaching and look over t







