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85 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 18, 2023

This farmer drove to the city to find me, remembered the name of the place I work—and he brought flowers. “D-did you put the suit on just to come see me?”🚜
“Just to come see you? Bianca, you’re an event.”
I sniff indignantly and punch him in the butt. “Put me down, Dusty.”🍅
“As soon as we’re in your apartment,” he drawls calmly. “I’m happy to walk in circles until you give me the address.”
“I’m not telling you!”
“I’m going to rip that little bandana off your tits as soon as we’re in the door and suck them until you scream.”
“Seventy East Nineteenth Street. Apartment 3A.”
“You’re…you’re using my body against me.”🌾
His gaze sharpens, turns troubled. “Now don’t go saying it like that.”
“It’s the truth. You know that I’m extremely attracted to you. You’re weaponizing sex!”
He studies me hard for several seconds, before a cocky grin spreads across his face. “Extremely attracted, huh?”
“We should have waited and used a condom,” I grumble.🍆
“But, baby…” He kisses me slowly, his lips curving into a smile, taking my lips along with them. “Do they even make them in my size?”
“You know, it’s possible to be too confident.”
“Lord Jesus have mercy,” he barks, stopping halfway. “You don’t take a cunt like this on a shortcut down a deserted road, you hear? This here cunt keeps to the highway.” “Yes, sir,” I breathe. “I don’t know how long I’ll last in this pretty wet thing.” His face is a mask of pain. “Barely halfway in and my balls already want to burst.”
“Tell me where you’re going to put that cream.”
“On your bull cock,” she whispers shakily. “All over it.”

...growling and grunting while my moisture flows into her, overflowing almost immediately and splashing down onto the floor, leaving a puddle behind.
That’s when I see it—the little stain of virgin blood left by my darlin’. A scrape of sound leaves me and I fall to my knees, kissing the red mark, trailing my fingers over it reverently. I only allow myself to bask in the memory of her hymen ripping around my cock for a few minutes and then I’m back to packing, dropping toiletries onto my stack of clothes. I don’t have an overnight bag, on account of never going anywhere, so I wrap everything in the bloody sheet and throw it over my shoulder, tearing out of the house like a man on a mission.

“Maybe we should show him what a real man looks like.” My lust for this woman is very powerful thing and it takes over now, distracting me. We wind our tongues together, me basking in her praise. A real man. It’s strange to be kissing her like this in front of an audience, but on the other hand, I’m shocked to find…I like it. Like him knowing she can’t keep her hands off me—and no one else........
“I’m going to call security,” blusters the man.
I pin him with a look while jerking down my zipper. “No. You’re going to stand there and watch this.” I lick my fingers and wet the tip of my cock, once, twice, until it’s well lubricated. Then I use my finger to hook her panties to one side and I drive my thickened meat up inside of her, the sound of her gratified cry filling the hallway. “Who am I, darlin’?”
“Daddy.” She writhes desperately between me and the wall. “More!”
“Hear that?” I jackhammer her for a good ten seconds, her dangling legs shaking on either side of me. “I’m her Daddy—and there’s only room for one.” I surge deep and groan over the way she clenches. “Matter of fact, there’s barely room for one. And that’s something you’ll never find out for yourself, because this little angel is mine. Contact her or come near her again and I’ll throw you from the roof of the building—and we’ll laugh on your way down.”

