**Countryside Pleasure: The Begging and the Worship**

The sun was just starting to dip behind the hills when I pulled off the dirt road, parking my truck near the old wooden fence. Emma had been teasing me all day—her tight sundress riding up her thighs every time she bent over to pick wildflowers, her tits barely contained under the flimsy fabric. She knew exactly what she was doing.

We’d been flirting for weeks, ever since she moved back to her family’s farm for the summer. There was something about the way she looked at me—hungry, like she wanted me to drag her into the fields and take her right there.

Tonight, I wasn’t gonna wait any longer.

I caught her wrist as she reached for another flower, pulling her against me. Her breath hitched, her lips parting as I leaned in. “You been driving me crazy all day,” I growled. “You know that, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to the growing bulge in my jeans. “Maybe I wanted to.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I spun her around, pressing her back against the fence. Her dress was already bunching up around her waist as my fingers slid under the thin fabric of her panties. She was *soaked.*

“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my fingers through her slick folds. “You’re already this wet for me?”

Emma whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please,” she whispered. “I need it.”

“Need *what*?” I teased, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Your cock,” she gasped. “I need your cock inside me.”

I unzipped my jeans, freeing my dick—already hard, already throbbing. Emma’s eyes went wide as she dropped to her knees in the grass, her fingers wrapping around my shaft like she was worshipping it.

“You gonna beg for it?” I asked, gripping her hair.

She didn’t hesitate. “Please,” she whined, pressing her lips to the tip of my cock. “Please let me suck you. I want to taste you so bad.”

I groaned as her tongue flicked over my head, swirling around the slit before she took me deep into her mouth. Her lips stretched tight around my girth, her tongue working the underside as she sucked me like she was born for it.

“Yeah, just like that,” I growled. “Take it deeper.”

Her eyes watered as she forced herself down, her throat fluttering around me. She gagged, but didn’t pull away—just looked up at me with those pleading eyes, like she *needed* to be used.

I pulled her off by her hair, my dick glistening with her spit. “Still begging?”

“*Yes,*” she gasped. “Please, fuck me. I need to feel you.”

I turned her around, bending her over the fence. The last bit of sunlight caught her bare ass as I yanked her panties down to her ankles. Her pussy was dripping, her folds swollen and pink. I rubbed my cock against her, teasing her clit before notching my tip at her entrance.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

Emma whined, pushing her hips back. “Please! Please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore—”

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails clawing at the wood as I stretched her tight cunt around my cock. She was *so* fucking wet, so hot inside, her walls gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass. Every time I drove deep, she let out these broken little moans, her voice shaking with pleasure.

“You love this,” I growled, gripping her hips. “Love getting filled up like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, *yes*,” she whimpered. “Fuck, you feel so good—”

Her pussy clenched around me, her body trembling as her orgasm hit. I didn’t slow down, just kept pounding into her until my balls tightened and I came deep inside her with a groan.

She collapsed against the fence, panting, my cum already leaking out of her. She looked back at me, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

“Still begging?” I teased, pulling out.

Emma licked her lips. “Always.”