{"id":258152,"date":"2026-07-13T16:05:21","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/debt-ridden-jessa-kane\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:05:21","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:05:21","slug":"debt-ridden-jessa-kane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/debt-ridden-jessa-kane\/","title":{"rendered":"Debt Ridden – Jessa Kane"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I can\u2019t let her know how eager I am. Can\u2019t let her know that I am salivating over the fact that she is on the other side of this door naked. Waiting for me to come collect on her parents\u2019 debt. Although\u2026 There must be a conscience rattling around somewhere inside of me, because the insane lust raging inside of me is now tinged with guilt. Shame. I\u2019m a thirty-five-year-old man about to defile an eighteen-year-old girl who set out to be brave for her family.<\/p>\n

To fix a problem she didn\u2019t cause. Perhaps if I wasn\u2019t so fucking drawn to Billie, I\u2019d forgive the debt without making her sacrifice her body. But I know damn well there is no other way I can have her. No other way she\u2019d choose me. She\u2019s a light. I\u2019m a dweller of the dark. If this is the only way I can experience her, so be it.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll ignore my conscience. I\u2019ll ignore how she\u2019s getting to me\u2026emotionally. That horrifying admission has me ripping the door open with a snarl curling my upper lip. I\u2019m going to attack her. I\u2019m going to spread her legs open and ride her as hard as I want, because that was the deal. I get to do anything I want to her. Right? I\u2019m in a trance at the foot of the bed, however.<\/p>\n

Marveling at the treasure laid out before me. She\u2019s exquisite. I\u2019m a rich man simply by observing Billie, naked in my bed. Her pussy is a shadow between her bent knees, her tits rising and falling with nervousness. Her wet hair has been towel dried and left to fall in dark brown waves on my comforter. I can smell the fresh, inviting warmth of her flesh.<\/p>\n

That spot where her tight ass cheeks transform into her cunt makes my balls clench and out of necessity, I unzip my jeans, relieving some of the pressure. Pressure she causes just by existing. \u201cYou actually followed instructions for once,\u201d I say, sounding winded. Her gentle smile reaches me in the dark. \u201cDon\u2019t get used to it,\u201d she whispers. I make a gruff, involuntary sound. I don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening to me. I\u2019m overwhelmed with hunger for her.<\/p>\n

All of her. Her delectable body, her quick wit, her soft heart, her admirable courage. Instead of holding her down and taking what I need with some impersonal fuck, I find myself unbuttoning my shirt and removing it, knowing if I don\u2019t feel her skin against mine, I\u2019ll regret it for the rest of my miserable life. I notice her breathing quicken once I\u2019m bare chested and wonder what it means. Does she enjoy my body, with all its crude ink and shank wounds?<\/p>\n

Doesn\u2019t matter what she enjoys, roars some angry voice in the back of my head.<\/p>\n

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I HUDDLE on my bedroom floor, hugging my knees to my chest while my parents argue in stressed out whispers on the other side of the door. They think I\u2019m sleeping and don\u2019t want to wake me up, but my mother had an extra tumbler of whiskey tonight, so she\u2019s not as quiet as she thinks, her sobs cutting into me through the wood at my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are we going to do, Porter?\u201d asks my mother. \u201cThat fancy horse trainer came into the town and stole half of our business. His cattle are more in demand, and heck, we lost sixteen cows to bloat in the fall. We\u2019re behind six months on the mortgage.<\/p>\n

I just\u2026I don\u2019t see a way out of this debt without declaring bankruptcy.\u201d \u201cI told you, I\u2019m not doing that,\u201d my father whispers, the pain clear in his voice. Pain that razes my insides. Bankruptcy. I\u2019ve heard the word whispered before. I\u2019m eighteen and I paid attention in school all the way up to graduation day. Especially in economics class, because my plan was always to take over the ranch someday. It\u2019s the only home I\u2019ve ever known.<\/p>\n

I know what it means to declare oneself financially ruined\u2014and I know my father\u2019s pride will never survive that. His standing in town, respect from his fellow ranchers, his sense of self. He values those things so highly and he would be sacrificing them all. \u201cMaybe you could take a trip up the mountain and speak to Knox Morgan?\u201d My entire body tenses at the mention of his name. The mysterious man who swooped in and purchased our land, as well as thousands of other Montana acres that surround us.<\/p>\n

We pay him the mortgage now. Dozens of our neighbors call him landlord, as well. He lives up on the mountain overlooking everything he owns. I\u2019ve never met him in person, but I\u2019ve been terrified of him for years. My father sighs at my mother\u2019s suggestion that he go pay Knox Morgan a visit. \u201cThe man doesn\u2019t take kindly to visitors, and there is no way in hell he would forgive our debt, woman.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d throw me out of his house and shoot me in the ass for good measure.\u201d I shiver at my father\u2019s hushed words. \u201cI met him one single time at a town hall meeting. Trust me, he\u2019s made of pure ice. The most hateful human being I\u2019ve ever encountered in my lifetime. There is no help to be given from that corner, trust me.\u201d Hmm. Is that so? My toxic trait is that when a task is labeled impossible, I feel personally challenged to prove that it\u2019s not impossible for me.<\/p>\n

Many horses have come through our ranch that were called wild.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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