Page 35 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“I know, I know,” she fussed. “I just want it to be pretty when everyone wakes up.”
A low growl rumbled up from my chest as I crossed the space in two steps, my arm hooking around her front and yanking her back against me. My free hand went to her neck, holding her in place as her chest heaved, her pants filling the quiet.
“Smoke,” she breathed.
God, that fuckin’ nickname would be the death of me.
I shifted, moving my other hand to the front of her jeans—my favorite pair—and flicking the button open. Her hands went to my forearm at her chest as she braced for what was to come. I bent my neck, my lips finding the shell of her ear as I yanked up her sweater, feeling goose bumps rising across her endless curves. “Takin’ care of everyone, Valerie,” I whispered. “That’s all you do. Every fuckin’ day.” My hand splayed across her soft stomach as she whimpered. “Doin’ all this for me and thinkin’ I wouldn’t fuck you in front of the tree.” I lowered my hand, the tips of my fingers sliding underneath the thin lace of her panties. “Is that what you want? Hmm?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. She tried to turn her head, but my hand tightened around her neck.
“No,” I refused, turning us to face the tree. “I want you to take all this in as you fuck my hand. I want you to realize how amazing you are for this.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, sinking my hand farther, my fingers finding her pussy, warm and wet. I chuckled, grazing my teeth against her skin as I kicked her legs open wider with my boot. “Always soaked for your cowboy, baby,” I praised, lightly touching her clit.
Her entire body jerkedin my hold. “Honey,” she breathed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I ordered quietly. “Be a good girl and let me play.”
I stroked her clit, back and forth, savoring her sounds. Desperate pants and pleading whimpers. They were all for me and I fuckin’ loved it. It wasn’t long before my fingers were soaked with her and her legs were shaking. “Haven’t even stretched you yet,” I murmured, looking over her shoulder, watching my hand move in her jeans. She arched, pressing her ass against my crotch, grinding against my cock. I bit down, my jaw jumping. “My greedy little slut.”
She moaned. “Den—”
Fuck, but she was so close, wasn’t she?
My hand clamped over her mouth as I shoved two fingers into her pussy. I clicked my tongue. “We have a full house, beautiful. Don’t need anyone hearing you come apart for me.” I fucked her with my hand, listening to the sounds of it. Another dark chuckle left me. “Even your cunt wants to be loud tonight.”
She came then, unable to stop it. Her nails dug into my arm as she screamed into my palm, her body jerking, back arched, pussy flooding my hand.
“Yeah,” I rasped. “Fuck yeah, baby. Soak my hand. That’s the Christmas gift I wanted.”
My cock ached for her. Her head landed on my shoulder, and I watched her eyes roll back with pleasure. I knew then I didn’t have the patience to carry her upstairs to finish this. I didn’t care if anyone heard us.
I needed to fuck my wife.
I ripped my hand from her. “On your hands and knees,” I commanded, shoving her jeans down. “Stick that ass out for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she rasped, lowering to the floor.
“Eyes on the tree.”
She kept her head straight, knees planted wide and back arched, waiting for me. I stared at her as I undid my buckle, the sounds of it surrounded us. “Please, Smoke,” she whispered.
“Shut your mouth before I fuck it,” I growled. “Be a good girl.”
She went quiet again as I fisted my cock, stroking it, my eyes on her ass covered in red lace. I grunted, dropping to my knees as my mouth watered. Both of my hands went to her cheeks, and I put my face in her cunt, sucking on her clit through the thin fabric. Another moan escaped her, the sound making my cock twitch as her sweetness coated my tongue.
“Smoke, baby, please,” she rasped.
I rose up and fisted her underwear with both hands, ripping it right down the middle before pulling the flimsy material from her body. I covered her then, fisting her hair, yanking her head. “Open that disobedient mouth,” I rumbled, balling up the lace, my hard cock resting between her ass cheeks.
Those green eyes were dilated with desire, her cheeks painted red, her dark waves surrounding her beauty. The sight was almost too much, and when she opened her pretty pink lips, I felt a bead of cum form at the tip of dick. My upper lip curled as I shoved her soaked panties into her mouth and covered it with my hand. “Taste your cum while I fuck your slutty little pussy, wife,” I said hotly, lining my tip with her entrance. Her beautiful body trembled underneath me as I slowly pushed into her heat. She coated my cock, drenching me as her walls stretched around me.Fuck.
My arm curled underneath her as I braced my free hand on the ground. I pulled out and snapped my hips as I groaned into her hair. “I’ll never get used to you, Valerie,” I rasped against her, my hips moving now. “My enchantress.”
She moaned, the sound muffled.
“Gonna fuck you into the floor now, gorgeous.” I cupped her tit, squeezing it. “You be a good girl and take it, yeah?”
She nodded against me, and in the next second, I had my hand on the back of her neck, pinning her top half to the rug, keeping her ass in the air. My free hand went to her ass as I slowly pulled out, watching how my shaft glistened with her. “So pretty, allstretched out for me,” I murmured as she groaned, pushing back against me, forcing my cock back inside. “You ready to get fucked under the Christmas tree?”
