Chapter Two

“That’s very nice of you… ah, why are we stopping?”

Gabriella coasted the truck onto the deserted shoulder and set the brake before turning her entire breathtaking body to face him. The movement brought her knees up on the bench seat and angled her propped-up chest for a front-row view. The concern in those ocean-blue eyes was back in spades.

“I don’t mean to pry, truly, but how long have you been single?” Her stare was intense, and tears welled when he only shrugged a reply. “You poor thing! No one should have to feel alone, cut off from the world, starving for human affection.”

Liam was struck dumb by the abrupt nearness and vehement empathy emanating from the innocent angel less than an arm's length away.

How could he articulate the complicated cocktail of low self-worth and career anxiety that had made him a social hermit? Or explain the hair-wrenching complexities of the algorithm that was online dating? Never mind meeting someone at a bar; that would require courage and machismo, two traits he sorely lacked.

“Never found the time.” It was a lame excuse, tragically cliche, but the cab was sweltering, and his head felt like a drum line was stomping out a parade performance inside. Surprising, given most of his blood had pooled in his hardening groin. “It’s fine–”

“It’s not fine. Don’t say that!” Gabriella’s outburst shocked them both, and she lowered her head, twiddling nervous fingers. “Sorry, but I know a little about how it feels, you know? It may sound naive, but I’m the youngest person on the farm, and nobody takes me seriously.

“Miss Lily is always busy, Dad died when I was a baby, and my older sisters are very pretty. They get all the attention, leaving me forgotten in their shadows, you know? Goodness, you must think me stupid for babbling…”

“No, I don’t.” Liam’s hand was on her bare thigh without prompting from his brain. It felt wonderfully silky and firm as a peach. “Think you’re stupid, that is. Feeling ignored is tough, but you’re young and beautiful with a whole life ahead of you.”

“You honestly think I’m beautiful?” She asked in a small, pleading voice, shuffling closer. “No man’s ever called me beautiful.”

Liam tried to pull away, to take back his fumbling words and regain some control of the moment. Gabriella rested a palm over his hand, trapping it against her tender flesh, and moaned.

It was a quiet noise that may have well been the deafening crack of a starter pistol for his engorged dick. It lurched in his jeans, and Liam adjusted again to ease the excruciating pressure.

That was a mistake. Haydley’s downcast eyes locked on the conspicuous lump like a targeting system. A gasp escaped her lips before the plaintive expression on her endearing face took on an impish quality.

“Heavens, forgive me, babble about my silly troubles while you are obviously in pain.” She crooned, leaning in until her warm breath brushed his cheek. “Can I help you with that, Liam, please? I promise to be a good girl and make you feel better. I’ve never done something like this, but I’ve fantasized about it many times.”

Her beguiling country-girl body was perfection personified, pressing into him. Thick curves in all the right places, trim and toned everywhere else. There was defined muscle on her flat tummy and slender limbs, signs of healthy farm living with no hint of excess fat except where it counted.

She could have starred as a pin-up girl for the bread bowl of America–enticingly young, brilliantly blonde, and incredibly buxom–attracting droves of laborers to the struggling agro-industries of the midwest.

“We shouldn’t.” Liam gasped, hips jerking uncontrollably when Gabriella traced the outline of his turgidity. Her abundant tit-flesh sandwiched his shoulder in cocooning softness as she melded against his side. “I’m old enough to be your father…”

A girlish giggle trilled from her kissable lips, curling around the shell of his ear, and she squirmed adorably against him.

“Then tell me what to do. Teach me a lesson… Daddy.”

The pounding in Liam’s skull suddenly seemed secondary to the thundering heartbeat in his crotch. When she released him from the too-tight slacks, his steely length leaped at her caressing touch. Delicate fingers wrapped around him and lightly squeezed.

A litany of insane scenarios stampeded through his mind like herds of frightened sheep.

What did she think about his size? Wasn’t he too old for this nubile Venus? Could this be some sick game she played on forlorn travelers before kicking them to the literal curb? Would she have her fun, then leave him abandoned, or worse?

“Wow, Daddy. You’re stiff and hard for me already.” Gabriella cooed, nuzzling his chin. “I bet it aches something fierce. Please, may I take care of it for you?”

She gave him a few testing strokes, small fingers gliding up and down in a relaxed but insistent rhythm, twisting around the enraged tip, then descending again. The press of her firm body and perfume of clean sweat blended with fresh laundry were intoxicating. Strangely wholesome and comforting in a moment that was anything but.

“I–I want to, but…” Liam croaked, tongue dry as old boot leather. “You can’t want this… not with me. Not someone as perfect as you.”

“My only desire is to make you feel good, Daddy. Please say you’ll let me. Pleeease,” the teenage bombshell begged, rubbing against his side and peppering his jaw with tiny kisses. “I’ve dreamed about a man like you for years—a handsome stranger who will love me and save me from loneliness and despair. Even if it’s just for a little while, let me be your special girl, please?”

She still held his hand on her thigh, tugging it higher until Liam’s fingers grazed against the damp strip of denim covering her pussy.

“Oh god.” He rasped, spurting an exuberant glob of precum. “You’re actually wet.”

“Wet for you, Daddy.” She moaned, shoving his fingers deeper, stroking him faster. “You had me all hot and bothered the second you climbed into my truck. I was destined to be yours the moment I spotted you stranded there, as though the almighty had finally answered my prayers. Please, permit me to be your good girl.”

Liam’s brain was a kaleidoscope of warring emotions. The migraine took a backseat as other more primal, nearly forgotten urges reared up in its place.

This lovely, wounded dove, fallen to earth, was pleading desperately for his affection—a kindred spirit suffering silently in these isolated backwaters. An unfamiliar kernel of masculine instinct stirred in his skinny chest. The need to protect and possess this fragile flower blazed through him as she panted out passionate breaths.

“Alright. Fine. Fuck, you’re goddamn amazing.” Liam jerked in her pumping fist, skirting the verge of eruption. “If this is what you want, baby girl, then take it!”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Gabriella squealed, lunging forward to suck him between her plump lips and swallowing his throbbing shaft in a single, swift motion. “Hmmmnph!”

Her enormous chest flattened against his lap when she took him to the base with a throaty gulp. The stetson rolled into a footwell, forgotten. Laim shuddered and twitched at the feel of her tight esophagus engulfing his bulbous tip. She held herself there, completely impaled on his immodest manhood, massaging it with small swallowing constrictions.

“Oh… oh shit!” He stammered, gripping her blonde tresses like they were the safety bar on a rollercoaster. “How are you do-doing that?”

Gabriella smiled around her mouthful of dick. He actually felt her lips curling, before forming a suctioning seal and beginning to move. She made lewd gagging noises, swiveling her bobbing head at different angles to rub him against her tongue and cheeks, attempting to coat every last tastebud with his manly essence.

Liam's hips bucked off the seat involuntarily, driving into the eager blonde’s lovely face. In a flash of horrified self-consciousness, he realized what he was doing and released the fist clutching her voluminous hair.

“Fuck, too rough–”

“Nooooo, Daddy!” She gurgled lustily, seizing his wrist to drag it back. “Mmhmmm….”

It was as though Gabriella was steering him toward new heights of hedonism. With one of his hands snared between her slick, grinding thighs and the other pressed against her suckling skull Liam blearily wondered who was teaching whom.

Then his churning balls klaxoned a final alarm, and all remaining rational thought abandoned ship.

“Fuck, Gabby! I’m about to–”

The warning was cut short when carnal static buzzed every nerve and grounded itself in his tumescent lightning rod, sparking a bone-rattling release straight down her cock-gargling throat.

It exploded from Liam in thick, gooey spurts that turned his legs to jelly and flooded his tortured brain with endorphins. Spots danced in his vision as what felt like the biggest load of his life barrelled into the gorgeous farm girl’s ravenous belly.

“Mmmmff!” Gabriella slurped and mewled happily, sucking diligently until she had swallowed every last drop before coming up for air. “Ah! Goodness, Daddy, that sure seemed like a lot. You might be what we farm folk call a ‘big producer.’”

“Uh-huh, that’s nice.” Liam floated weightlessly in a blissful post-nut haze unlike any he had experienced. “Thanks… I think?”

“That was incredible. I didn’t know it would be so exciting to do that with a guy.” She wiped her mouth daintily, then gave him a long smooch on the cheek. “I’ll need to change my panties when we get back. Shorts too. It’s a total mess down there.”

Gabriella continued babbling merrily as she started the truck and got them on the road again. Liam listened with a dopy half-smile enjoying the sweet sound of her voice tinged with that cute country twang.

He dozed on and off as the interminable fields of wheat blurred together until a rough access road broke mind-numbing monotony with a carved timber sign arching above the gate. He mustered enough focus to read it as they passed underneath.

“Welcome to the Cottonwood Stud Ranch.”

A big shout-out to supporter VoidGolem for suggesting this sexy tale and brainstorming smutty ideas with me. Advanced chapters--in fact, all 10k words of part one of this story are available on my BuyMeACoffee page for the low price of a hot cuppa. Cheers, and happy reading!