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Brittany Ann
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October 3 - October 5, 2024
Tell him, sweet Mase.
“Thank you for coming home.”
“Thank you for keeping the door open.”
“Too late, Den. I forgive you.”
“Den!” Val called from the bottom of the stairs. “Marrying her in the fall,” he murmured, looking at me. I nodded. Good. Valerie was good woman, and my brother deserved some good in his life. “Want you standing beside me, Mase.”
I tipped my hat to the empty room. “Thanks, Momma.”
“Every single night, you’ll been in my arms. Every single morning, I’ll kiss you silly. I’ll make love to you every single day. Every single day, I’ll come home to you. You hear me, wife?”
“I want you to go with Val and Nancy to get Caleb. She’s taking you three to lunch. If you go to the diner, get the Rueben and onion rings. If you go to Ching’s, get fried rice. Stop by the Farmer’s Market and get some of Mrs. Patt’s blueberry pie, if she still has it. When you get back to Hallow Ranch, I’ll be waiting.”
“I love you,” my wife whispered. “From the second I saw you, baby.” Not giving a shit whether Denver was watching, I kissed her. Hard. When I was done, she was breathless. I adjusted my hat and shot her a wink. “Gotta go do cowboy shit, darlin’.”
“You my good little whore?” he taunted, his deep voice vibrating against my pussy. “Mase, I can’t—” “You can and you will,” he growled. I didn’t want to come on his tongue again. I wanted to be filled with him. I wanted him to stretch me. “Fuck me, cowboy,” I begged. “I’ll fuck you; I’ll fill your fertile little cunt up with my seed. You hear me?” he smirked.
“You want to be fucked by your husband, or the bull rider?” “Both.”
“You gonna sing for me, Little Song?”
“Dirty little wife. My cock not enough for you?” I whimpered. “Fuck me, Mase.”
“Supposed to be out there, telling the sports stations I’ve turned over a new leaf,” he taunted. “That I’m a good boy now. Yet, here I am, balls deep in my needy whore.” “Oh, god!” “Gonna fill you up so when I ride that bull, I know you’ll be watching with my cum leaking down your thighs.”
“You mine?” “Yes!” “This my cunt?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Say it,” he growled, finally snapping his hips. “I love you!” My legs started to shake. He hummed in approval. “I love you, Harmony.”
“Gonna fucking breed you, wife. You want that? You want my cum filling you up and your belly swollen with my child? Hm?”
“Should I open the door, baby? Let them see what a good girl you are for me, spread on this table like a feast, and taking this dick like the whore you are?”
“Milk your bull rider’s dick for me.”
“Uncle Mason is badass,” Caleb whispered in awe from beside me. “Caleb,” Val scolded on the other side of him, her hand on her swollen belly. “No cussing.”
Valerie found out she was pregnant, and a month later, Nancy passed away, the cancer having finally run its course.
Denver didn’t know that his daughter would be Nancy Jane Langston yet, and I couldn’t wait to see his face when he found out.
Cabe and Billie are expecting their first child in about a month.
When he pulled away, the cheers around us were deafening, but I didn’t miss it when he murmured, “You’re my favorite song.”
Cowboys, street racers, and the Mafia. What could go wrong?
