The Virgin Cowboy(18)

“I just wish I could have stayed in bed a little longer,” she says as I sit her down on the stool, then go over to get stuff for breakfast out of the cupboards.

I know Dolly has everything I’ll need in here because my woman loves to cook. But it’s my turn to take care of her instead of her always being the one to do it.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I mix up the dough.

“I need a new foreman. Mark has a family emergency and he needs to head back home. He said he’d give me a week, but I want to be able to cover it before then so he doesn’t need to worry about staying. He needs to go be with his family.”

Her words touch my heart, and it’s just another reason why I love Dolly so much. She always thinks of others before she thinks of herself.

“Well, the way I see it, you just got one when I put that ring on your finger.”

She looks down at it, as if she somehow forgot it was there, and smiles at it.

“When did you get this? How did you just pull this out of nowhere last night?”

I put the biscuits in the oven and start on the bacon. She comes over and wraps her arms around me from behind as I cook.

“Little lamb, I’ve had that ring since your eighteenth birthday.”

“What?” she half-yells, and I turn around and smile at her. “You had my ring with you for two damn years and you didn’t propose to me?”

I tilt her chin up and place a soft kiss on her lips. “It’s on there now and it’s never coming off. Now back to the job. I don’t know a lot about dairy farms, but I plan on being here for the rest of my life, so I’ve got time to learn. You gonna let me follow your pretty ass around and show me, or do I have to get someone else to do it?”

Thinking about spending my days and nights with Dolly by my side warms me from the inside out. I grab her by the hips, lifting her onto the counter and moving between her legs.

“I think I like the sound of you looking at my ass all day,” she says, pressing her tits against my chest.

“I like the sound of that, too. I love you, Dolly, and I want to take care of you any way I can. I’ve got enough money that if you never want to work again, you don’t have to. And if you want to run the farm, then we’ll do it together. As long as you’re by my side, your wish is my command.”

She smiles sweetly at me and nods. “I think I can handle that. I’ll be happy as long as you’re with me, Daddy.”

The one word sends my cock into overdrive and I want to fuck her so bad it aches. I pull the bacon out of the pan and turn off the stove. Then I take the biscuits out and set them on the counter. Then I turn to Dolly, grab her by the waist and pull her off the counter.

She gives me a questioning look as I lead her over to the living room and to the side of the couch. Before she can open her mouth to say anything, I push her over the arm and start tugging her jeans down.

“Brandon, what are you doing?” Her voice is a mixture of amusement and desire as I push her jeans down to her knees, and then go to my own, undoing my belt and zipper.

“You’re going to have to learn to control when you call me that, little lamb. You calling me Daddy makes me need to get inside you and cum.”

She moans, trying to spread her legs, but her knees are bound together with the denim.

“Just lean over and take it like a good girl,” I say before I slick my fingers in her wetness and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

I want the taste of her pussy on my tongue as I fuck her, so I don’t waste time and thrust all the way inside. We both respond, her with a groan, me with a growl, as I start to work my cock in and out of her tight channel. She’s almost impossible to get to like this, but she’s so wet I slide in and out without hesitation.

“You keep this up and I’ll call you Daddy every chance I get,” she says into the cushion.

I slap her ass one good time, and I feel her clench around me. “That’s it, Dolly. Don’t hold back.”

She gets on her tiptoes and raises her ass as much as possible so I can have full access to her. I slick my thumb and press it against her tight bud, not entering her, but just giving her a little pressure.

“Fuck. Brandon!” she cries out, and I feel her orgasm take her over the edge.

The added stimulation was exactly what she needed for a hot and fast climax. I empty into her, unable to hold myself back. She’s too tight and too sweet to stop myself.

Leaning over, I kiss her neck and shoulders as we both catch our breath. It was quick, but it was shattering, and I want to carry her back to bed. But instead, I help pull her jeans back into place and carry her back to the kitchen and sit down with her in my lap.