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It seemed that all this single mother needed was a good, firm spanking and someone who wasn’t afraid to take her on.
“You know what I need, cowboy. If you really wanted me to stop with all the sass, you should’ve put that mouth to use somewhere else.”
As my eyes fluttered closed from the impact of her words, a deep groan tore through me at the mere thought of getting my mouth in and around her pussy.
I could only imagine the effects her sweet nectar would have on me.
She’d have me wrapped around her finger was what she would have me. Wouldn’t want to go a day without having her thighs squeezing my head until I had her screaming my name.
I could almost guaran-fucking-tee that.
Then with the smallest amount of restraint I had left, I pulled away from her. Chest heaving, cock straining, I gave her perfect ass one final squeeze.
“And I will,” I grunted, hating that I was choosing this exact moment to stop, but when I told her I was going to fix her lights, I fucking meant it. And now that she fully surrendered to me, and gave me the words I desperately wanted to hear, I couldn’t let her stay out in the cold a fuckin’ second longer.
The risk of hypothermia.
Fuckin’ frostbite. I’d rather cut off my own arm then have her suffer.
“Need you to go inside and warm up, baby.” I guided her out of the ladder where I lowered myself to the ground to assist with pulling up her pants. In a cloud of haze, Diana willingly let me help her and within seconds, she was covered again with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.
“Go, I’ll be inside as soon as I’m finished.” Swatting at the curve of her thigh, she quickly ran off into the house without sparing me a second glance.
I just fucking hoped and prayed that she wasn’t already regretting this.
Chapter Seven
DIANA
Oh fuck, what did we just do…
What did I just let him do, and why did I want to do it again?
After I scurried off into the house with flushed cheeks, a sore ass, and an insatiable hunger for cowboy cock, I ran straight into my bedroom to change. I was beyond horrified with myself. Not just from what he did, but how it made me feel.
I never wanted it to end.
Running my mouth off to a man never felt so satisfying. Having him spank the attitude right out of me until I was a panting mess was something I could have never expected to happen, let alone enjoy.
His never-ending punishment.
His rough, calloused palms on my skin.
I felt like I was transported into a whole other universe I never knew existed, and I wanted more.
Foolishly, I wanted a lot more.
Once I was stripped of my clothes, I decided against wearing anything sexy and dressed back into my pajamas. ImpressingLawson was the last thing on my mind, especially now that he had already taken the liberties with both my attention and personal space.
I also didn’t want him thinking that anything more would happen between the two of us. No matter how desperate I was.
After fixing myself up and mentally preparing myself for when Lawson came back into my house, I spent the remainder of my time in the kitchen preparing some hot chocolate.
To get my mind off things.
And it seemed to be working until I heard the familiar sound of heavy boots stomping through the door.
“Darlin’? You in here?” Lawson's voice echoed through the house as if it belonged here. As if he’d stepped into this house over a hundred times, with his boots stomping across the hardwood floor and a “honey I’m home” presence.
