Chapter Seven

“What was that about?”

“What was what about, Daddy?”

They stood in the shade of a barn awning, Gabriella hugging Liam’s elbow into her pillowy chest. The chilly jug wedged between them as she gripped him possessively.

He shook his head, trying to clear it of her pervasive wildflower perfume and the feel of her heavenly softness.

“Dragging me out of there while trying to organize a ride into town. That man Rosco is going–”

“Town? You mean Stockton? What could you possibly want there?” Gabriella beamed innocent curiosity at him, snuggling closer. “There’s nothing but a few stores, the gas station, and a honky-tonk.”

“To make a damn phone call, Gabby!” Liam snapped, immediately regretting it when she flinched at his harsh tone. “Sorry, baby, but you know I have business waiting for me in Detroit. If I don’t contact somebody soon…”

“Are you tired of me already, Daddy? Did I do something wrong?” Tears welled in those deep ocean-blue eyes, and her bottom lip quivered. “I thought you were happy spending time with me.”

“I am happy, happier than I can ever remember, but I can’t stay on this farm forever.” He brushed a blonde strand behind her ear. “I just need to make a call, then come right back. We’ll sort out the future when it gets here, alright?”

Even saying the words ripped at some part of Liam. However important his new job was, the idea of leaving this precious flower behind didn’t feel right.

Would she come with him if asked?

“Okay, Daddy.” Gabriella sniffled, still clutching him, tight as a favorite stuffed teddy. “Let’s make the most of our time together, as we said. Here, I made you some of my special lemonade.”

Raising the full pitcher and pasting on a brave smile, she looked fragile and too beautiful to deny. Liam took it in both hands, relishing the cold glass on his skin.

“No cups?” He enquired. “Don’t you want any?”

“I figured you’d worked up a mighty thirst from the… hard labor you’ve done this morning.” She whispered, glancing around with an impish expression. “Drink up, Daddy. I’ll slake my thirst straight from your hunky spigot.”

Liam almost splashed the cool liquid when the naughty little sexpot slid down his body and unzipped his fly.

“Whoa, baby girl!” He yelped when she fished out his stiffening length and gently blew on it. “We can’t. Not here. What if someone discovers us–”

“Nobody will know if we’re quick.” Gabriella cooed, massaging his shaft and licking the tip. “That's why they call them quickies. Right, Daddy? I need you to teach me how, please.”

In a confusing jumble of panic and arousal, Liam lifted the jug and took a heavy gulp. The cloyingly sweet citrus flavor bombarded his tastebuds, nearly masking a tart chemical bite. It was blessedly cold, though, and he was parched.

Tipping back his head, Liam guzzled the saccharine lemonade. Excess liquid ran down his jaw and spilled onto his ranch shirt. All the while, Gabby teased him to full mast with clever hands and moist laps of her tongue.

The sensation was dizzying as an instant sugar rush and a surge of primal desire swirled like a cyclone in Liam’s gut, rocking him to the core at the sight of the gorgeous young angel on her knees, worshiping his manhood.

“Oh… Fuck!” He groaned, dropping the empty pitcher when she parted her plush lips and gently suckled on him. “How are you so damn good at this?”

“Because I’ve practiced while thinking of you, sir,” Gabby mumbled around his stony cock. “On carrots, cucumbers, and courgettes every chance I get. Nothing as big and delicious as the real deal, but my panties are always soaked when I imagine it’s your glorious dick **** me.”

Liam had seen the blue-ribbon size of marrows and root vegetables the farm produced. The comparison was extremely flattering and not entirely without merit. Gabriella had a way of coaxing him to a length and hardness like nothing he had experienced before.

It was as though his manhood had grown, ridiculous as that notion was at his age, taking on added weight and dimensions under her magical touch. The constant readiness of his erection was borderline absurd. A flash of her lace panties after an errant breeze lifted her frippy skirt had got him unbearably stiff yesterday, leading to another session of wild outdoor sex, bending the free-spirited blonde over an old stump behind the woodshed.

“Jesus, there shouldn’t be anything left in me after last night. You drained me dry, baby girl.”

“Mmmmff~!” Gabby agreed, squashing her abundant bosom against his knees. “Hmmm…”

Her dainty fingers encircled Liam’s base as she swallowed him into her throat. Warm tightness enveloped his engorged tip, and she stared up at him through her luxurious lashes, silently begging.

Knowing what she craved, he palmed her pretty skull with both hands and pushed more of his aching shaft between the glossy pillows of Gabriella’s strawberry lips. Those dazzling eyes rolled until only the whites were visible, and her lush young body quivered with bliss.

“You’re far too into this for an innocent farm girl,” Liam grunted as her hands drifted under her dress. “Is this what you wanted, baby girl, a man to take control and use your filthy mouth like a fucktoy?”

“Mmhmmm!”

Liam was still new to the dirty talk, but Gabby only grew more eager when he got a little rough with her—a little domineering. She was always grateful afterward, whispering giddy praises and pleading for more, slowly eroding his hesitancy and reservations.

A furious lust coursed through Liam, a frantic need to fuck the barely legal knockout’s stunning face. To blow his wad down her constricting esophagus and bloat her smooth tummy. To pick her up and pound her against the barn wall until he’d filled her wet snatch as well.

Blood roared in his ears. Gabriella’s wildflower perfume and the cloying taste of lemon smothered his senses. Her thick thighs were clamped around her diddling fingers, and gurgled moans of rapture tinged the air.

“Gonna feed this naughty mouth-pussy, baby girl.” Liam grunted, yanking her onto his pulsating girth with fistfuls of golden hair. “Gonna teach you to swallow every drop and say thank you once I’ve finished.”

”Mmhmmm~!”

Gabby’s muffled squeaks rose higher in pitch as the feverish intensity soared. Her arousal was evident as she shuddered and shook with each forceful thrust. It made Liam feel powerful, taking control for a short while and bringing the object of his affection to climax by means of his masculine dominance.

That was an intoxicating feeling, abstract and unattainable to him before but slowly taking root in his beleaguered mindscape.

The sounds of the farm were distant, the rumble of heavy equipment and shouts of the workers fading into the background as Liam’s focus narrowed to a single infinitesimal purpose…

Claiming his irresistible princess and marking her with his seed.

“Cu-cumming!” He gasped, cresting the apogee of orgasmic ecstasy and plunging to the hilt into Gabriella’s greedy mouth. “Shit!”

A torrent of creamy jism poured out of Liam, almost taking his soul along with it. He tried to pull out, to paint her alluring face and spectacular tits, but small hands gripped his butt with startling strength, keeping him lodged deep within her gulping gullet.

“Hmmmph~…” She hummed in sinful satisfaction, hungrily sucking down every sticky spurt. “Mmhmm!”

Minutes ticked by before Gabby finally released him, loudly slurping her way off his softening length with a wicked smirk on her bruised lips.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She purred, expertly tucking him away and refastening the zipper. “You always feed me the biggest loads. I swear it all goes straight to my hips and breasts.”

“Yeah… good talk.” Liam gasped, absently patting her head. “Sorry for snapping at you earlier, baby.”

She preened under his hand like a contented kitten.

“I’m sorry, too. It was silly, really. I’m fairly certain your phone is dead anyway.”

“What?!”

Liam stared at the dark screen of his smartphone in dismay. Cracks spiderwebbed the crystal display, but it still functioned after the crash. He was certain of that.

His gaze drifted to the charger plugged into the power outlet beside his bed. They’d salvaged it from the wreckage, but he couldn’t recall if the jagged split in the black plastic casing had been there before.

His memory of the last few days wasn’t reliable regarding the finer details.

“Can you fix it, Daddy?” Gabriella asked concern written large on her splendid features. “I’ll fetch a toolbox…”

“I don’t think that will help, baby. Even if the farm had what I needed, I don’t have the expertise for this kind of repair.”

Like so many modern screen jockeys, Liam relied on his phone to an unhealthy degree. His whole life was locked up in the device. The names, numbers, and addresses of friends, contacts, and all the details of his new job in Detroit were secreted away in the useless memory storage.

Sure, he had backups on the cloud that he could access through his laptop, except the computer hadn’t survived the run-in with the tree, and without his phone to hotspot a non-existent signal…

He massaged his temples in frustration.

“Here, take your medicine, Daddy.” Gabriella pressed two pills into his palm and proffered a glass of water. “You’ve gone pale as a ghost.”

Mechanically, Liam washed them down and sighed in relief when the world became fuzzy at the edges. He didn’t want to worry about this now; that would only worsen the headache.

Moving to sit, he was puzzled to discover what few belongings they had recovered laid out neatly on the bed, along with the clothes Miss Lily gifted him.

“What… what’s going on here?”

“I’ve got some sad news, Daddy.” Gabby stared at her feet, nervously swishing from side to side. “Now that your health is improving, Ruby insists that you be moved out to the men's dorms with the rest of the farmhands.”

“But… I’m not a farmhand.” Liam objected, confused.

“That’s what I said.” She sniffled, fists bunching the hem of her dress. “But men aren’t allowed to stay in the big house. Them’s the rules, and that snobby bitch is dead set on separating us. She’s jealous of our love and can’t stand seeing me with a true gentleman like you. Not when she has to make do with dimwitted dolts who don’t have two brain cells to rub together.”

She was on the verge of tears, so he gathered her up in a hug and groaned at the feel of generous young curves melting against him.

“It’ll be okay, baby. Don’t cry.” Liam soothed, inhaling her perfume as though they would be parted forever. “It’s only for a week, and there’s no point in me traveling to Stockton anymore. Not until my car is roadworthy again. We can spend it together. How about you tell me what the dorms are like?”

Her expression brightened, and the impending waterworks evaporated under a giga-watt smile.

“They’re really good, actually! There’s a huge kitchen where cooks prepare the best grub and plenty of other distractions. I’ll visit you all the time to ensure you’re well cared for, and we can sneak out at night…”

Gabby babbled excitedly as she packed Liam’s possessions into a wooden crate and led him out of the house, swaying her hypnotic rear the entire way.

A big shout-out to supporter VoidGolem for suggesting this sexy tale and brainstorming smutty ideas with me. Advanced chapters—in fact, all 11k words of part two of this story—are available on my BuyMeACoffee page for the low price of a hot cuppa. Cheers, and happy reading!