BREAK ME ON THE SADDLE, RANCHER DADDY 6

Chapter 6:

Barn Corruption

The next night, I didn’t even wait for Colt to knock. I slipped out of the house after midnight, barefoot in just a thin sundress and panties, the summer air warm on my skin. My body was already aching for him, pussy still sensitive from the way he’d made me come on his fingers the night before.

The barn door was half open like an invitation, lantern light spilling out into the darkness.

Colt was waiting inside, leaning against a stack of hay bales, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over his powerful chest. His eyes darkened the second he saw me.

“Fuck, little filly,” he growled, voice pure gravel as he straightened up. “Look at you, sneaking out for Daddy like a needy little slut. That sundress barely covers your ass. You been wet for me all day?”

I walked straight into his arms, pressing my body against his solid frame. “Yes, Daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock grinding against me last night. I touched myself twice but it wasn’t enough. I need you.”

He spun me around roughly, bending me over the nearest hay bale. The scratchy straw pricked my skin through the thin fabric as he yanked my dress up to my waist, exposing my ass. His big hand came down in a firm smack, making me yelp.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, voice low and dangerous. One thick finger traced the soaked crotch of my panties before shoving them aside. “This tight nineteen-year-old pussy is dripping down your thighs already. All for your old Rancher Daddy. Say it.”

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” I moaned as he pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burned so good. He curled them deep, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. “I’m your good girl. Your dirty little ward.”

The barn door stood half open. Anyone walking by the corral could potentially see us, but the risk only made me wetter. Horses shifted in their stalls nearby, soft snorts and hoof sounds mixing with my heavy breathing.

Colt finger fucked me harder, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. “That’s right. This cunt belongs to me now. I’m gonna ruin it for any boy your age. Stretch you open on my thick cock until you’re shaped for Daddy only.” His fingers sped up, making wet, obscene sounds that echoed in the barn. “You hear those horses? They’re watching how a real man breaks in his filly.”

I pushed back against his hand, desperate. “Please, Daddy… I need more. I want your cock. I’ve been fantasizing about riding you since the first night ride.”

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and throbbing. I whimpered at the loss.

“Beg properly,” he commanded, unzipping his jeans. His massive cock sprang free heavy, veined, and rock hard, the head already glistening. “Tell Daddy how bad you need to ride this big ranch cock reverse like the eager little slut you are.”

I looked back at him over my shoulder, cheeks flushed. “Please, Daddy. I need to ride your big cock reverse cowgirl. I want to bounce on it until I can’t think. Claim me. Make me yours.”

Colt sat on the wide hay bale and pulled me onto his lap backward, lining up his thick head with my soaked entrance. “Slow at first, darlin’. Let Daddy stretch this tight pussy.”

I sank down on him with a long, broken moan. The stretch was intense he was so much bigger than his fingers. Inch after thick inch filled me until I was fully seated, my ass pressed against his muscled thighs.

“Fuuuck, Ellie,” he groaned, hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. “So goddamn tight and hot. This young fertile pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go. Ride me, baby. Show Daddy how bad you’ve been craving it.”

I started moving, rolling my hips in a slow, deep rhythm. Every downward slide dragged his cock against that perfect spot inside me. The reverse position let me control the angle while feeling completely owned. Horses nickered softly as I picked up speed, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder.

“Harder, Daddy,” I gasped, bouncing faster. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

Colt thrust up to meet me, one hand sliding around to rub my swollen clit in tight circles while the other pinched my nipple through my dress. “That’s my filthy girl. Taking every inch of your guardian’s cock in the barn like a proper ranch whore. You love the risk, don’t you? Door wide open, anyone could walk by and see you creaming all over Daddy’s dick.”

“Yes!” I cried out, riding him wildly now. My juices coated his shaft, dripping down his balls with every bounce. “I love it. I love being your secret little slut. Don’t stop rubbing my clit I’m so close.”

He edged me perfectly, slowing his thrusts and lightening the pressure on my clit every time I got close, drawing desperate whimpers from me.

“Not yet,” he growled against my neck, biting down. “You come when Daddy says. Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Who’s gonna fill you up every night this summer?”

“You, Daddy,” I sobbed, grinding down deep and circling my hips. “This pussy is yours. My Rancher Daddy’s. I’m your fertile little ward. Please let me come on your cock.”

Colt finally gave in, thrusting up hard and fast while his fingers worked my clit relentlessly. “Come then, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock. Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze me.”

The orgasm hit me like lightning. I screamed his name, body shaking violently as my walls pulsed and clenched around his thick shaft. Pleasure flooded every nerve, my thighs quivering as I kept riding through the waves.

Colt groaned deeply, holding me down on him as my orgasm triggered his own. Hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside me, filling me until it started leaking out around his cock.

We stayed locked together, sweaty and panting, his arms wrapped around me possessively. He kissed the back of my neck tenderly despite the roughness.

“This is only the start of breaking you in properly, little filly,” he whispered, voice rough with satisfaction. “By the end of summer, you’ll be addicted to riding your Rancher Daddy’s cock every night. Can’t wait to show you how much more I can teach you.”

I leaned back against his chest, completely spent and utterly claimed, already craving the next forbidden lesson.