Page 39 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
I let my head rest against the back of the chair and brought my free hand to trace the outside of my nipple through the ribbon. “I need your mouth here,” I breathed, imagining his teeth pulling at the tender flesh, his cock pounding into me.
“I can give that to you,” he said, sounding tortured. “Untie me, Wildflower.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I need you to listen to me. Obey me.”
He went silent then, and soon, I was panting, my own climax building. I moaned his name, imagining him breaking free, picking me up, and fucking me against the wall, his hand over my mouth as he made me see stars. My core clenched again, and my hips started rotating, searching for him.
“Christ.”
“Yes,” I rasped, eyes closed, lost in myself. “Yes, Beau.”
“Baby, get back up here and touch me. I’m sorry,” he pleaded, voice shaking with need. “I’ll listen. Please, beautiful.”
My eyes opened, my fingers moving faster now. “I need you to be…oh, fuck.”
“Need me to be what?” he pressed feverishly, the bed creaking as he pulled against the restraints. There was no way he was getting out of those. I’d been tying knots just as long as he had.
“I need you to be…” I trailed off on another moan, meeting his eyes.
His next words set me off, forcing me to reach the peak before I could stop it. “You need me to beyour good boy, baby? Is that it?” he growled.
Good boy.
I was gone. My mouth fell open as my back arched, my hand going faster and faster, my clit spasming as I came in front of him.
“That’s fuckin’ it,” he praised, taking his role back as pleasure wrapped around me. “Come for me, Abbie. Only me.”
“Beau, Beau, Beau.”
“I’m your good boy, baby. I’ve been a good boy, now come fuck me,” he clipped harshly.
I was out of the chair in an instant, climbing on the bed, then onto him. I pressed my pussy against his thick shaft, grinding back and forth against it, still coming.
“God dammit,” he groaned, his head going back into the pillow.
I whimpered, a second climax coming as I planted my hands on his hot chest. “Take it, Beau,” I whispered. “Take it like a good boy.”
“If I don’t get inside your cunt, I’m going to die,” he breathed out, a sound coming from him I’d never heard before. My eyes widened as I watched him. He looked up at me, eyes pleading as he whimpered, “Put my cock inside you.Please, baby. Please.”
I slid forward, arched my hips, found his tip, and took him.To. The. Hilt.We both moaned, and I didn’t hesitate, didn’t bother giving myself time to adjust. I fucked him, hard and fast, bouncing on his cock, and he watched in awe.
“Thank you,” he chanted. “You feel so good. Thank you.”
“Beau!”
“Yeah, Abbie, make me fuck your cunt. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
My nails dug into his skin. “You’re mine,” I whispered, groaning.
“Need you to get there,” he warned.
I shook my head. I needed his hands on me. “Not yet.” I slowed my hips, his cock pulsing inside me as I leaned over, grabbing the Christmas lights. With a simple tug, the strand of lights around his wrists loosened, and he was free. I didn’t even get a chance to pull the lights away before his arms were around me, yanking me down. My face was inhis neck, and with a growl, he snatched my hands from his chest, yanking them behind me and wrapping the lights around my wrists.
When he was done, he adjusted his hips, banding both of his arms around me andfucked.
I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream as he pounded up into me at a ruthless pace, his balls slapping my pussy as he tortured me with his words.
“Good boys fuck their women until they can’t walk.”
