Page 24 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

I can’t help but offer a mischievous smile before I bite my lower lip and proceed to touch myself. “Yes, sir.”

He strokes himself a couple of times, watching me as I flick my fingers over an insanely sensitive clit.

“Please, sir,” I beg him with a pout. “I need you. Please.”

“Keep touching yourself,” he commands me. “I’m coming, baby, but I need you to come with me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Colton grins and plunges deep inside me. I hold my breath as he fills me to the brim, stretching me until it almost hurts. He’s on top of me, his massive frame obscuring everything else. My fingers keep moving. Teasing. Working my body into a second round of raw pleasure.

Slowly, he begins to move.

One thrust and I whimper and lock my legs around his narrow waist. I keep one hand on my breast, kneading the flesh under his watchful eye while I bring myself closer to the peak of a maddening release.

“That’s it, baby,” Colton says, pumping harder and deeper into me.

He uses one elbow to support himself, while his other arm snakes around my hips, raising me to better receive him. “Holy fuck,” I gasp as he goes all the way into the center of my soul. “Oh, wow. Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop!”

“I need to feel you come all over my cock, Melissa.”

“Yes, sir,” I play along, eager to explode.

Our eyes are locked, our lips glistening and parted as he fucks me faster, harder, deeper. I love the sound of skin slapping skin, his hardened balls bumping with every intensifying thrust.He spears me, over and over, and I stroke my clit, harder and harder. The tension becomes unbearable. His breath is ragged and uneven.

“Fucking hell,” he snarls and kisses me, then flicks his tongue over my lips before he bites into my breast, pounding into me like a wild beast.

I fall apart, feeling every inch of him inside me. My pussy clenches hard as I come apart. “OH, GOD!” I manage and bite his shoulder as I let loose. He goes wild and splits me in half, harder and faster until I glaze him with my juices, and he releases everything, and I feel the hot jet of cum streaming through me.

“Oh, Colton.”

“Melissa,” he whispers in my ear, beads of sweat trickling from his temple.

I taste it. I lick it off his cheek, then kiss him as he gives me the last few pumps.

My whole being is ablaze, an explosive supernova that expands into the great wide nothingness. My lips quiver as they meet his for the kiss that ultimately seals the deal. Tonight, I am his, and he is mine.

We’re locked and fused together, having forgotten about everyone and everything else. We’ve given into a hunger that had been growing within us since the moment I got here.

I’ll regret it in the morning, I tell myself again as we dissolve into the sparkling afterglow. He collapses on top of me, leaving soft kisses along my neckline as he takes his sweet time pulling out of me. Not that I mind. My core is still rippling, my pussy stillsqueezing him tightly.

As the minutes melt into the sweet silence that follows, Colton’s body keeps me warm and motionless beneath him. I try to make the most of this moment and live in it fully, unapologetically, but something snaps, somewhere in the back of my head. A pressure builds up in my chest, and it is not pleasant.

Oh, no.

My eyes pop wide open.

I feel trapped under the full weight of the man I welcomed deep inside me. I can’t breathe. Everything turns white as I suddenly fight to get him off me.

“Melissa, what’s wrong?” he asks, quick to pull back.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe…”

I’m crying and wheezing, my chest too tight. My lungs hurt. My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I have no control over any part of my body. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I try to look at Colton, but all I see is an impression of him through a curtain of steaming water. My skin is so tight. My bones so heavy.

“Melissa, try to breathe. You’re having a panic attack,” he says, gently caressing my bare back, my shoulders.

But nothing seems to work.

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