Page 21 of Stalked By the Farmer

Holy fuck, how did I ever get so lucky.

I fish my hands in her hair and stare into her eyes as I pump my cock in and out of her. It's all I can do not to come, but I need to feel her flutter around me first.

"Come on beautiful. Come for me," I manage to croak out.

She obeys instantly, clenching down on me tightly as she screams, her eyes widening in surprise at her first orgasm.

My body tenses for her, and my cock throbs, but I manage to hold back, pausing as we both come apart at the seams.

And then her pussy clamps down on my cock again, and I'm gone.

I thrust as deep as I can and hold as tightly to her bare hips, my mind and body completely overtaken by her.

I'm moaning her name, pumping my seed into that swollen little pussy as she milks me for everything I have.

I pull out of her, holding my hand to her mound as I spill my last bit of cum there, and I moan when I feel her hand stroke it against herself.

Holy fuck.

That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

I look down at her, and she's staring back at me wide-eyed.

My cock hardens again when I hear her gasp as I slip out of her.

I can't believe I get to look at this angel every day for the rest of my life.

I reach up to caress her face, and she leans into my touch.

"Mine," I growl, my cock twitching against her thigh.

"Yes," she breathes, and I haul her up to me, kissing her deeply, my hands cupping her ass, squeezing that perfect little handful, and my cock nestling into that wet heat.

"I love you," she says. Her voice sounds just as broken as mine.

"I love you," I repeat.

We stare into each other's eyes for a lingering moment before I lay us out on the bed, and we sleep, holding each other, my cock hard against her back.

EPILOGUE

Ten Years Later

Misty

The sun beatsdown on my back as I haul the last bale of hay onto the flatbed. I wipe the sweat from my brow and glance over at Conner, who's securing the load with thick rope.

His muscles bulge under his tanned skin, and I find myself staring again, remembering last night in our bed.

He turns and catches me looking. A slow grin spreads across his face.

"See something you like, darlin'?"

Heat pools between my legs. Damn him.

I toss my hair over my shoulder and sniff. "As if. I was just thinking this is the sorriest hay harvest we've had in years."

Conner's grin widens. He knows I'm lying. He strides over, grabs my waist and pulls me against him.

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