Page 39 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“Next time I’m tying these fuckin’ legs to the bed,” he grumbled in frustration before drawing himself completely out, then pushing his way back in. “Fuck, Diana. Your pussy is perfection.”
I felt him leaving my body, and instantly I was tightening my muscles around him to keep him inside. “Oh god, no. Get back in me and don’t stop.”
Frantic for more friction, I began to roll my hips over him in a slow, intoxicating motion.
His jaw went unbelievably taut.
“Shit… darlin’.” He drawled through clenched teeth. “You realize what you’re doin’? Movin’ your hips like that and squeezin’ the fuck out of my cock?”
“I can’t help it. It feels so good,” I moaned.
“I know, I know it does. You feel like warm fuckin’ silk around my cock.”
His thrusts intensified into deeper, more calculated plunges that generated a wet, sultry sound of our intermingled juices.
Sex had never felt like this—so good and intense. If anything, up until this moment, every experience before Lawson was wrong.
This was what I had been waiting for my entire life.
Lawson Boone, the cowboy of my dreams to steal my heart and fuck me like I deserved.
“Yes… Right there,” I hissed as he continued to brush against the spot inside me that had me seeing stars.
“Fuck yeah, don’t stop grippin’ me.” He powered through with determination etched on his face before shifting onto his knees for a new angle that drove him even deeper than before. His muscles tensed and coiled as he hovered above me with a savage gleam in his eyes.
My god, he was fucking like his life depended on it. Never wavering, never slowing for a moment to catch his breath, he continued on until the first telltale signs of an orgasm began to surface.
“Lawson… I can feel it. Oh hell, please no. I don’t want this to end!” I cried out, fucking myself back onto his cock with an animalistic fervor that sent him to a point of no return. “I want this feeling to last forever, please!”
“Baby, calm down, fuck…” He hit me with a hard, powerful thrust. “You’ll be gettin’ this dick more than once tonight and for the rest of your life if I have anything to do with it. Anytime you need a good fuck, tell me. I won’t let you go without it anymore.”
“Oh god, yes!” I screamed.
“This dick is yours. All fuckin’ yours.”
He hammered into me like a man possessed. Growling and glistening with sweat covering his skin, I finally let myself surrender to the sensations, losing myself completely to the feel of him.
“That’s right, baby. Milk my fuckin’ cock. Drain me.”
My body suddenly went rigid as a wave of tension powered through me. Then in a flash, my breath hitched in my throat.
“Fuck yes… Don’t stop coming, Diana. Ride it out as long as you can.”
Before I knew it, I was coming.
Hard.
A piercing scream ripped through me as everything around me turned a shade of black. It was a never-ending orgasm that was being drawn out by forceful thrusts and the groans and growls of a man utterly possessed.
“Lawson!” I shouted, causing his eyes to blaze with heat.
“Oh fuck…” His brows dipped together as his delirious eyes found mine. “Here it comes, fuck…”
With unfocused eyes, I watched him in all his glory as he finally toppled over, his corded neck tipped back as a primal growl saturated the air around us. “Diana!”
With one final shove, he froze, suspended in the moment.
He was coming—filling me like he said he would with warm spurts that bathed my insides.
