Page 24 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
Chapter Eight
LAWSON
“Keep the pants on, cowboy.” Her plush mouth tilted to the side, causing my cock to bubble at the tip.
Holy fuck.
Her lower half was exposed, a stunning vision of creamy skin that seemed to stretch out for miles. And then there was her pussy. Fuck… Just having the privilege to be up close and personal with it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. A thin strip of hair trailed down to her pretty pink center. Nothing ever looked sweeter.
Tastier.
More fucking mine, than she did right now.
Then just when I thought she couldn’t take my breath away any further, she did. This brave, beautiful woman settled back onto my lap until she was hovering right above my belt buckle. With her hands clamped onto my shoulders, she seemed to hesitate with what her next move was going to be.
She didn’t appear nervous, but more so deep in thought.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, darlin’?” I questioned, my hands desperate to reach around and get my palms on her ass again.
“I’m deciding.” She nibbled on her lip, still lost in thought.
Contemplating.
“Deciding what?”
Her gaze latched onto mine.
“Whether I want to ride your belt buckle or cock.”
FUCK.
Her blunt words sent me spiraling, sending my vision black for half a second. Noticing the effect she had on me, satisfaction filled her features as a smirk lifted on her face.
“Did I really make the arrogant cowboy speechless?” she teased, her confidence fucking intoxicating.
Fuck yeah you did.
I struggled to form a logical thought, let alone find words as all my blood rushed to my groin.
“I like that.” She lifted and lowered herself, an erotic dance that was only for the purpose of teasing. “I like that I can surprise you.”
You have no idea.
“Your choice, darlin’.” I somehow managed to get the words out as they were laced with desperation.
Her movements transformed from unsure to “I want to fuck with your head a bit more” as she hovered herself over my buckle, never quite making contact with it as she writhed.
“I know it is. And although I’m curious to see how well and thoroughly you’ll fuck me, I want to fuck your buckle first.”
Before I could react, or respond, she lowered herself onto my belt and watched me with wide, euphoric eyes.
“Oh…” It took her a second, but she slowly swiveled herself on the buckle, getting used to the feel of the cool metal on her flesh.
Fuck…
I could barely catch my breath.
My hands falling numb at my sides, I gradually inched them toward the bottom of her shirt that was obstructing my view of what glorious things were happening behind it. As I lifted the fabric, I swear I almost died on the spot.
