Page 38 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
Fuck.
The air felt entirely different now as if ignited with electric tension.
Peering just over my chest, my legs were still spread out like an offering while my stomach quivered with each breath I took. I hardly recognized my own body. Heaving, damp, completely exposed. It was a complete contrast to the controlled life I lived and right now, Lawson held the power.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as he circled around me with slow, deliberate steps as if taking me in from every angle.
“Fuck…” he growled under his breath as I finally captured his smoldering gaze. “Look at you.”
My heart leaped at his praise.
“Stunning. Fuckin’ stunning, Diana. My little Christmas miracle right here.”
Lowering himself on the bed, every sculpted muscle and vein called my attention as I devoured every glorious inch of his exposed form.
How was this man even real? He resembled a god more than he did a human, while here I was, at least fifteen pounds overweight and had stretch marks covering the length of my hips.
How in the world he saw me as his “Christmas miracle” was beyond me, but I definitely wasn’t going to question it. Not when he settled himself in between my spread thighs with a look of pure hunger written across his face.
Then shifting himself closer, I felt the front of his cock brush against my core.
“Oh shit!” My head tilted back as I became overwhelmed with the sensations of his hardness prodding against me, all the while he anchored himself above me.
Then encasing his arms around my head, he melded his contoured chest against mine until I felt nothing but the rhythmic tempos of our hearts.
Everything felt so in sync.
So perfect that I urged with the subtle thrust of my hips that I was eager to have him inside me.
“Put it in, Lawson. Fuck me bare.” I tempted him again with another slow roll of my hips and finally, gripping my thigh, he angled me against his hip on a growl. He then slid the whole length of his cock through and around my folds before carefully pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, testing, teasing. Then with a deliberate push, he began to ease himself inside, filling me entirely.
“Oh my god…” The words fell past my lips on a moan that I felt in my toes. Within a few seconds, I already felt my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Bigger than I’ve ever taken, pain crossed my vision as I pulled tight on the tinsel, seeking any sort of relief from the mounting pressure.
“Fuck, baby, can you take more?” His hold on my thigh tightened as he paused in the midst of a thrust.
More?
“There’s more?” My hazy eyes widened at the idea of having to take more of him.
Though his jaw was clenched tightly, that didn’t stop him from finding amusement in my question. “Ain’t even halfway yet.”
Oh my god.
Then with a firm, smooth glide, he pushed himself farther, breaching past the point of no return. My back arched and my eyes slammed tightly shut in response to the invasion.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, Diana. So fuckin’ good,” he praised, cradling the side of my face with his palm. Pure adoration radiated in his gaze as he peered down deeply into my eyes.
Though the pain was blinding, I reveled in his unwavering affection and adoration.
It was slowly alleviating the discomfort until the only thing I could feel was euphoria.
“God, I feel so full,” I moaned, then immediately after circled my legs around his waist to pull him in closer, but he released a pained groan in response.
“Jesus! Fuck…” he cursed as his eyes rolled back.
Staring at him, lost in lust, I swear I’d never in my life seen something more beautiful than this.
I did that. I made him feel like that.
