Page 25 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
Her pussy smashed up against my belt buckle.
I’d never seen anything more perfect, more erotic in my life.
“Dammit, Diana. Fuck…” Each slow roll of her hips grew more intense and sure as her breaths turned ragged. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much you love fuckin’ my belt.”
Her lust-filled eyes met mine, then tossing her head back, she released a primal moan.
“I can feel every ridge and bump on the buckle, Lawson.” Her voice was thick with arousal, as if she could barely believe the sensation. Her eyes then met mine, but only for a moment as she seemed to fall under from the intensity of it all. “They feel…” She tossed her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat to me. “Holy shit, they feel so good.”
Pride surged through me.
Without a moment of hesitation, I reached around her and palmed her ass with each hand.
“That’s right, darlin’,” I urged. “Fuck my belt, baby. Rub that sexy little pussy all over it until the metal gets worn out.”
As much as I wanted to assist in bringing her to her peak, I reluctantly sat back and enjoyed the ride. As difficult as it was, I maintained a steady demeanor, hoping she wouldn’t notice my desperation. Every now and then I’d guide her to the left, then the right, and occasionally the center where the buckle poked out just enough to heighten her pleasure.
Her moans were like music to my ears, a beautiful symphony of high-pitched tones intermingled with breathless sighs that left my heart racing uncontrollably. Nothing sounded morebeautiful, more intoxicating than the sound of this woman falling apart.
I didn’t want to go a single day without hearing her cries of pleasure.
She then peered down into my lap, watching herself move on me. Her juices cascaded over the sides of the buckle and seeped through my Wranglers.
“Lawson, I’m dripping all over you,” she gasped, a hint of embarrassment decorating her voice.
“Fuck yeah you are. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Diana. You were made for me.”
A breathy whimper filled the air, causing her grinding to intensify.
She was getting close.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her skin while her eyes were glazed and hooded.
“That’s right, needy girl. Keep riding those ridges… Fuck, you look so goddamn perfect right now,” I praised, tortured between my desire to prolong this moment and pushing her over the edge. “Swear to fuck, I’ll never clean this belt, Diana. I’ll wear it every day, in your honor. Taste it when I’m desperate for your pussy. It’ll be your mark on me. Your claim.”
“Jesus, Lawson!” She let out a desperate cry before leaning herself forward and hooking her hands behind my neck. “I thought your buckle was going to be the one to make me come, but I think it’ll be your mouth that pushes me over the edge.”
Squeezing the supple curves of her ass, I couldn’t help but plead with my eyes for her to surrender.
“You mean my words, darlin’? Trust me, once you’ve had my mouth, you’ll find it impossible to live without it.”
She pressed herself more firmly into my lap, her movements growing faster, harder, and more determined. “Oh shit,Lawson!” her eyes collided with mine as fear filled her contorted features. “Oh fuck, I think… I think?—”
“Don't stop, Diana. Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop,” I said through gritted teeth. “Ride that fuckin’ wave and let go. Give it to me,” I demanded. “Give me what I want.”
Her movements turned frantic. Sharp nails began digging into the back of my neck as distress painted her expression.
Come on, baby. Let go.
I noticed the onslaught of tears that began to blur her vision, causing her movements to turn sloppy and desperate. But it was her pleading eyes begging me to help her that sent my chest heaving. It was borderline maddening watching her get off on me while I sat back, willingly and submitting to what I so foolishly agreed to. But her eyes—those big, beautiful, pleading brown eyes remained heavy on mine and told me everything that I needed to know. And in an instant, I was clutching onto her waist, and rolling her all over my lap. It didn’t take long until I found the perfect rhythm, and once I perfected it, Diana inhaled sharply.
“Here it comes, darlin’,” I warned, my muscles tensing as I worked her body against my belt and tried not to lose control.
Her eyes fluttered closed as her head fell back and her body started to seize up.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I urged, my voice thick with delirium. “Soak my goddamn belt.”
Moments later, her movements grew frantic and with a sharp gasp, she unleashed a scream so loud, so fuckin’ beautiful, that it ignited a primal instinct deep within me.
