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Alyssa doesn’t let me down. She mewls and squirms, taking every centimeter of my horse cock and coating it with her fluids. Within minutes, I’m pumping into her, feeling that responsive cunt with every inch of my rod as she squeals and moans, clenching me tight.

“Yes, Nate,” she gasps. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I can’t take it. This woman is my everything and with a roar, I bury myself in deep while exploding, spraying my seed all over her fertile fields.

“FUCK!” is my agonized roar. “Fuck shit fuck!”

Alyssa comes too. With another buck and a moan, her pussy dissolves into spasms around my pole, squeezing it tight as female cream drips off my balls.

“Nate,” is her breathless moan. “Oh yes, give it to me.”

She milks and milks until my balls are dry, treasuring every drop of virile seed. Oh fuck. What has this woman done to me? I’ve had plenty of sex in the past, but there’s only one woman with whom it’s so satisfying each and every time. This female will be the death of me.

After it’s done, I flop over on my back and pull Alyssa against my chest.

“That was amazing,” I tell her. “We’re good at that.”

“We really are,” she says with a giggle. “I’m sure there are areas we can improve though. We’ll have to keep practicing for sure.”

We both laugh. I don’t think either of us will have any problem with dirty, repeat practice sessions.

I brush Alyssa’s hair with my fingers and find strands of hay lodged in her curls. I pull them out and kiss her cheek.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly.

She smiles. “I love you.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing those three words from her.

“I love you,” I respond, hoping she’ll never get tired of hearing them from me, either.

20

Alyssa

Friday

As happy as I’d be snuggling with Nate behind the barn for the rest of time, I’m supposed to be bringing eggs to my grandmother. It’s been nearly an hour since she sent me inside. She and Gramps are likely worried.

“Do you want to meet my grandparents?” I ask Nate.

He grins. “I’d love to meet them.”

We clean ourselves up as best we can with limited resources, grab the basket of eggs, and head into the ranch. Grams and Gramps have long finished breakfast by the time we return.

“Thought you got lost,” Gramps remarks. “It’s a big property and all.”

I laugh. “I found a straggler out there,” I tell him. “This is Nathaniel Glover.”

Nate shakes hands with my grandfather and offers Grams a kiss on the cheek.

“Grover like the president or Grover like the muppet?” Grams asks him.

To his credit, Nate manages to laugh at my grandmother’s lame joke.

“I’d like to say the president, but I think I more resemble the muppet. And actually, it’s Glover and not Grover.”

“He’s a keeper!” Grams exclaims with a grin.