Page 14 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“Love you, Firefly,” I grunted over her whimpers. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me, both of us chasing after our highs now. “Get there,” I growled, feeling my balls tighten.
She shook her head, denying me. “I want—I want to savor you.”
My hand wrapped around the front of her neck. “You can savor me by coming on my cock.”
Her eyes flashed with ecstasy, and with a final thrust, she gave me what I wanted and let go. She cried out my name. Her body spasmed against mine, her thighs shaking as the walls of her cunt fluttered around my shaft, my piercing against her womb.
“That’s it,” I praised softly. “Come on your cowboy’s dick, baby. Make a fuckin’ mess on me for Christmas.”
My firefly’s head fell back as her back arched, a beautiful gasp leaving her as I continued to fuck her through her climax. She leaned back, and I kept her suspended in the air with one arm, holding her hips down with my free hand now as I pounded into her.
My woman. My lover. My light in the darkness.
“Mine,” I clipped. “All fuckin’ mine.”
“Yours, yours, yours,” she chanted as her eyes rolled back, her blond hair hanging down like a waterfall of heaven. Her tits bounced, her body taking my fucking as it was meant to. Her hands slid down my chest, both of them going to my scars, tracing over the damaged flesh with love. “I love you, cowboy.”
Fuckin’ hell.
I barked out her name, black spots covering my vision as I filled her. My thrusts became erratic, short and harsh as I coated her womb with my seed. Moments later, I pulled her into my arms, lifted her up, and took a seat in my chair with her on my lap, my cock softening inside her. The logs in the fireplace cracked and split, orange embers floating into the chimney as she buried her face in my neck. I dragged my fingers up and down her spine lightly, feeling her weight on top of me, her heart racing against my chest, matching mine. We stayed like that for some time, both of us savoring the silence as our bodies calmed down.
“You’re going to need to do that again before we go to bed,” she whispered, pulling back to look down at me. Her hair was a mess, her face flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She was a work of art.
I brought my hand up, tracing a single finger down the column of her neck, over her collarbone, and along the outside of her breast. I watched in awe as her nipple hardened again, her pregnant body ready for more.
“Drove into town three times this week to fuck you between your client meetings,” I reminded her. “Poor Thomas hasn’t had a chance to enjoy his lunch at his desk since the middle of December.”
She shifted in my lap, causing me to groan. “The doctor said my libido would increase at the end of the first trimester.”
“Yes, but your man has work to do.”
Her lips stretched into a smile. “Would you rather me just take care of it myself?”
The image of her in her office, leaning back in her chair with one of her pencil skirts shoved up filled my mind. My cock began to harden inside her again. “I’m gonna fuck you again before we head up to the main house,” I threatened.
Her smile widened. “Please.”
I looked to the ceiling, searching for strength.This woman was going to kill me.
The smell of sex surrounded us, but it was the scent of cinnamon in the air that had my attention now. This meant her famous apple crispwas in the oven. I looked over my shoulder to the kitchen, my eyes narrowing on the cast-iron skillet sitting on the stovetop. That’s what she used to cook the apples in. “Is that apple crisp for me?” I asked, fully ready to make her ride me here and now as a reward.
“No, it’s for tonight.”
So she wanted to make me wait? To torture me? On Christmas eve?
“I can wait until tonight,” I replied, looking at her again. “This is the season of giving, baby.”
“No—Mags, it’s for the prep party tonight. Just a little snack for everyone.”
My head ticked to the side. “Your apple crisp is my favorite thing to eat on this fuckin’ planet.” I cupped her face in my hands. “That, and your cunt. Now, you’re telling me that I have to share?”
She pressed her lips together, holding in her laugh for a second. “You do realize that NJ loves my apple crisp too, right?”
“Sharing with her isn’t a problem. She doesn’t eat much.”
Diana raised a brow. “Uh huh.”
I looked at the Christmas tree and then back to her. “What the hell is a prep party?”
