Images of him breaking me in flash through my mind. I wiggle under him, trying to rub my clit against the hard bulge in his pants. This is so wrong, but damn, it feels so good. My eyes lock with Bronco’s. I’ve been around a lot of animals in my life, and right now he looks like a wild bull that’s not in control.

“You’re lucky no one’s gotten into this shitty trailer and taken this sweet pussy before now.” I whimper at the possessiveness of his words and his tone. I should be disgusted and slap him or something, but instead, all I do is cling to him tighter.

“No one bothers me. They know my father’s rules.”

A deep rumble comes from him, and he starts to thrust his hard cock against me. This is so much better than my pillow. He’s a full-grown man covered in muscles to hump against.

It only takes a few strokes against my clit, and I’m going off. The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever had before. It cascades over me and explodes out through my body. I start to scream out his name, but his hand comes down over my mouth, muffling the sound. He gives two more hard thrusts before he groans loudly. I feel more wetness against my panties, and at first I think it’s mine, but then I realize it’s his thick and warm release.

With the lack of sleep and killer orgasm buzzing through my body, sleep starts to immediately pull me under. But not before I hear Bronco’s words.

“I’m your daddy now.”

Chapter Six

Bronco

I end up using the shirt I ripped off of her to clean myself up before I get up from the bed. I stare down at her sleeping body, curled on her side, and all I want to do is fold myself around her and sleep until dawn. But I’ve got too much else I want to do before that happens.

Tracy doesn’t move as I poke around her trailer. Another reason she’s not safe out here. I’m pretty sure a tornado could come through and she’d still have that cute little snore without a care in the world.

When I finally find a bag big enough for what she’ll need, I start to pack her things. I grab clothes and set aside some pajamas that I can put her in before we get the hell out of here. While I’m packing, I find an old photo album with pictures of an older woman that looks identical to my Tracy. It must be her mom, and I decide those should come too.

After I’ve got the bag packed, I look around and realize that’s all there is to this place. It’s clean, but it’s a dump, and I’m all too eager to get her the fuck out of it. I remind myself to call the boys down at the farm to haul this thing off and then set it on fire for good measure. My woman won’t be living in a place like this ever again.