Page 29 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“Oh fuck, Diana. Do it again.” He grunted as his corded neck was now vertically aligned with the ceiling. His chest puffedout, working overtime, as his hands found themselves wrapped tightly into the material of my soft couch.
He must have felt so mistreated as I gave him another short, firm lick. Letting out a low grunt of frustration, in one swift movement he captured the hair at the nape of my neck and twisted it around his hand.
The sting from his extreme hold caused me to release a yelp. Then with the final shred of patience he had left, he tilted my head back until my freshly blurred eyes captured his.
Fuck, he looked like a man ready for war. Muscles bunched up tight and an expression so deadly, he could scare off any capable male.
It was beyond my wildest dreams that I’d ever be in this situation, and yet here I was.
“You’ve had your fuckin’ fun, Diana. Quit playin’ with your food and lick my cock like you fuckin’ mean it.” He yanked me over him until I was hovering above his aching tip. “Give it to me good, baby. I deserve it after the torture you’ve just put me through tonight.”
Then before I knew it, I was being forced down onto his frosting-covered cock. Lips widening to accommodate his impressive length and girth, I took him as far as my throat would let me. And in doing so, all the frosting I had worked so hard on had slid down to his base where it pooled at his pelvis.
“Fuck!” Lawson shouted, his voice colored in rapture while his hips surged frantically.
It was the exact reaction I was hoping for. My needy cowboy voicing his desire while I sucked him down greedily. And as if I hadn’t already gone through all the stages of an orgasm, my pussy began to pulsate again.
Searching out for him.
Searching out for any sort of friction I could find.
“You tryin’ to suck me dry, darlin’?” he grunted through clenched teeth while his cock twitched in my mouth.
Hell yeah I am.
I was on a mission. One that involved my throat being sprayed down with his release as he roared out my name. It seemed like the only clear thing in my head at the moment while everything else was clouded.
“Because it’s fuckin’ workin’, and although I feel goddamn murderous at the thought of another man having felt this silky mouth of yours, I’m going to make sure this is the last and only cock you take from now on.”
I forgot how to breathe as I took in the gravity of his words. Lying beneath his filthy words were hidden promises of the future. That he wanted more and he’d make sure he’d have it too.
In response, a garbled whine fell from the open gaps of my mouth. Everything sounded so wet and so sloppy as my mouth worked him with fervor, and that only seemed to spur him on.
“Oh, fuck yeah, keep doin’ that, baby. Suck me in deep.” He tangled his other hand into my hair, forming the perfect grip before tilting my head back to capture my tear-filled gaze. “You look so damn pretty with my dick shoved between those perfect lips.”
Dropping my mouth down to the base of him, I slowly inched my way back up with my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft, all the while my eyes remained heavily focused on his. It was a movement meant to entice.
To bring forth the beast within him that was desperate to unleash his frustrations.
“Jesus Christ, you’re goddamn mine, woman. All fuckin’ mine.” He punctuated his statement with three firm plunges. “Never lettin’ you put up lights on your house alone again.”Thrust. “Never lettin’ you drive more than two inches in thesnow without me.”Thrust.“Never lettin’ you go a day without havin’ my cock to fill you up.”
My eyes began to roll as I let him wreck my entire mouth and windpipe. With tears pooling in my eyes, and a mess of saliva mixed in with red frosting coating the whole length of him, I begin to prepare myself.
I knew he was close.
He had to be from the newfound rhythm of his thrusting and franticness in his motions.
“Tell me I can have this whenever I want it. Tell me this mouth is all mine,” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
I was too engrossed with what I was doing that I neglected to answer him. Mouth slurping, my palms now resting onto his knees, I became all too eager to bring him to climax. He tugged my hair in warning.
“Fuck, Diana! Fuck…” A hint of panic flashed across his face as he pounded with vigor. “Don’t stop slurping my dick, I’m about to fill that mouth with my cum.”
I took his words to heart and with the remaining amount of strength I had left, I shifted my mouth into overdrive, giving him everything I could physically handle.
Ass lifting off my couch, he powered into me on a low, desperate growl that filled the room.
“Oh fuck, here it comes.”
