{"id":257070,"date":"2026-07-13T15:16:32","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:16:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/country-liquor-sugar-county-boys-madison-faye\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:16:32","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:16:32","slug":"country-liquor-sugar-county-boys-madison-faye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/country-liquor-sugar-county-boys-madison-faye\/","title":{"rendered":"Country Liquor Sugar County Boys – Madison Faye"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Shit, is that jealousy I detect? \u201cYeah, she does. Her brothers, Colton and Shepherd, are both close by in Sugar County. But they both got farms and houses these days \u2014 growing families and all that shit. So when she comes through town\u2014\u201d \u201cShe\u2019d rather stay with you up in your creepy cabin than a nice farmhouse?\u201d<\/p>\n

I roll my eyes. \u201cAnyone ever tell you the you\u2019ve got a smart mouth?\u201d \u201cOnce or twice.\u201d \u201cThey ain\u2019t wrong.\u201d A smile teases her lips, and we drive on in silence. I turn, my eyes glancing over those soft lips, and the hunger blooms through me.<\/p>\n

Fuck. I want that mouth again. I want to taste those lips as she moans for more. I want to suck her tongue between mine and show her how mine she is. And I want that mouth another way too. Fuck, I can half remember her sliding that mouth over my rock-hard cock last night.<\/p>\n

But now that I\u2019m clearheaded, I want a replay. I want to feel that tongue on my balls as she makes me come, begging me for my cum. My hand slides to her bare thigh before I even know it, and she gasps. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d \u201cSliding my hand up your leg.\u201d She shivers, her eyes darting over me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t just\u2014\u201d \u201cYes I can,\u201d I growl, my hand tightening on her smooth, supple skin, the heat of her body teasing through my fingertips and making me want her even more. She swallows, eying me, that flush creeping to her cheeks. \u201cNow,\u201d I groan quietly, sliding my hand along her skin, pushing higher against the hem of that sundress. \u201cJust how fucking wet is that naughty little pussy right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s\u2014 it\u2019s not,\u201d she breathes, biting her lip. I make a tsking sound, shaking my head. \u201cI don\u2019t know if I can marry someone who lies, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

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He\u2019s a country devil with a heavenly tongue. They call him the Liquor King. Wild, untamed, dangerous, and undeniably dominant. This is wrong. This is filthy. …But this just might be love at first lick. Winona: First he made me scream, then he made me gasp for more.<\/p>\n

I made a deal with the devil. I\u2019ll be his fake wife for a cut of the huge inheritance he\u2019s about to land. It\u2019s all supposed to be pretend. But that\u2019s before I get lost in those gorgeous, fierce eyes. That\u2019s before I fall for that filthy mouth, those tempting lips, and that body carved out of marble. \u2026That\u2019s before I wake up hungover, half-naked, and totally actually married to the hottest, most toe-curlingly alpha moonshine-making outlaw in Sugar County.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m so screwed. Silas: Being a Marine sniper left me a little wild. But seeing her? Well, that makes me crazy. The moment I lay eyes on her, I know one thing: she\u2019s mine. That firecracker mouth, those curves that beg for my filthy hands to hold on tight, and that ass a man could sink his teeth into.<\/p>\n

She has me obsessed and driven to claim by any means necessary – even if I have to throw her over my shoulder caveman-style. Sweet as pie and hot as summer rain. She\u2019ll be my captive. My prize. My perfect country bride. I\u2019m gonna show her how we do liquor out here in the country. \u2026And I could sip her sugar all day long. OceanofPDF.com C H A P T E R 1 W I N O N A The fire crackles, twigs snapping and catching as the kindling takes light.<\/p>\n

I smirk to myself, laying some bigger sticks across the growing flame and sitting back on the log I dragged over to my little fire pit. The smug look on my face grows. Yeah, this city girl can do the shit out of some camping. It\u2019s been years since I got out into the wilderness, longer still since I was even in Kentucky.<\/p>\n

Camping used to be something I did to get away from it all sometimes. But then, it was usually with my dad before. And ever since his passing a few years ago, it\u2019s just felt like I\u2019ve never had the time anymore. Time. The smugness drops from my face as I\u2019m suddenly reminded of the reasons why I\u2019ve now got all this free time for a three-day-long camping trip into the hills of Kentucky.<\/p>\n

Reasons like getting fired from my job with the ad agency back in Atlanta. Reasons like finally being single. I wrinkle my nose, glaring into the fire. A getaway is great, but I know this trip is more of an escape than anything else. My dad would\u2019ve called this running from my problems, and he\u2019d be mostly right.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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