Page 26 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“Lawson!” she screamed my name, piercing my ears as she rode out her climax.
Doing my damnedest to prolong her pleasure, I continued to roll her hips onto me. Firm and slow, an overflow of juices began to coat my lap.
“Such a good fucking girl, Diana. Leavin’ a pretty little mess all over your man's lap.”
Her breathing had turned erratic as her eyes went misty from the long-lasting effects of her orgasm. She looked like she had just run a marathon, with ragged breathing and flushed skin. I could only fuckin’ imagine the breathtaking disarray she would be in once I fucked her.
Eventually, I eased my grip on her waist, allowing her to gently descend back to earth and back to me. With her hands still locked tightly around my neck, her stare that was filled with a whirlwind of emotions had met mine.
“Lawson, that was?—”
“Perfect,” I interjected, a smirk pulling at my lips. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Chapter Nine
DIANA
Coming down from the most intense, mind-altering orgasm that I had ever experienced, I was taken aback by the overwhelming amount of emotions that were flowing through me. From feeling a serene sense of completeness to intense desire, it was a mixture I wasn’t accustomed to. And being the way I am, I was searching for every reason why I shouldn’t want this.
But despite how hard I tried, I couldn’t find one solid explanation that would carry any weight.
It felt so freeing, taking what I wanted and not giving a damn about whether it was right or wrong. Nothing about this felt wrong.
Nothing about us felt wrong.
If anything, everything about this, about us, felt extremely right.
Still reeling from the aftereffects of my orgasm, I couldn't help but find comfort in Lawson’s expression. Yes, he looked immensely turned on and at any given moment he mightpounce, but beyond that, he watched me as if I was the most precious thing in the world.
As if he couldn’t believe his eyes that I had just let down my guard with him.
He looked honored.
Fucking privileged, and I swear I felt my heart triple in size.
“You okay?” Lawson asked, his eyes searching mine for any trace of uncertainty and regret that I might be experiencing.
A bubbly laugh fell from my mouth. “Yes, I’m more than okay.”
As I felt his cock lurch from beneath me, I couldn’t help but wear a playful smile.
“The real question is, are you okay?”
I could only imagine how torturous it was for him to watch me reach my peak while he remained achingly neglected.
My poor cowboy.
“Does it feel like I’m okay?” With an upward thrust, he showed me just how painfully hard he was. “I just watched you fuck my belt like it was your goddamn job, woman. Of course I’m not okay. I’m turned the fuck on and have been since the moment I met you.”
I couldn’t help but smile from the effect I had on him.
“And you really expect me to just ‘help’ you with your little problem?”
His jaw went taught while desire ignited in his gaze.
“I don’t expect you to do anything, darlin’,” he gritted. “But what I will do, is beg you like a goddamn pussy for you to either let me fuck your throat or let me inside that soakin’ wet cunt of yours.”
My mouth dropped at his blunt words and the rugged tone he used.
