Page 22 of Her Cowboy Santa
Getting my pussy licked was a pretty rare thing, right up there with my birthday or holidays. Not something I figure most men really enjoy doing.
“Look at me,” he says, tenderness shining in his gaze. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does. “I’m your man. Taking care of you in here is my job. You tell your cowboy what you need, and I provide it. Simple as that.”
He’s been providing for me since the moment we met. He hasn’t once flinched when I’ve had a need. “Lick my pussy.”
He grins. “Happy to. Dirty talk?”
I chuckle. “Yes, please. This feels like I’m getting to order from a naughty menu.”
“You are. Whatever you want. Tonight is all about you.”
“I want to watch.”
“Even better.” He passes me some pillows so I can prop up on them. “Get comfortable.”
When I’m comfortably reclining, he reaches for the waistband of my pajamas. He tugs them down slowly, teasing me. I wish I were wearing sexy panties instead of my plain white cotton ones. The ones that scream mom.
“I can’t wait to see your pussy.” He buries his face between my thighs and inhales deeply. His nose just barely grazes my clit. “But I haven’t earned that right yet.”
He presses kisses along the inside of my thigh, his beard soft and ticklish. I like the way it sounds as it rasps against my bare flesh.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs as he moves lower, kissing the inside of my knee.
“You’re going in the wrong direction,” I pant, wishing that he’d just rip off my panties and feast on me.
He smiles. I can’t see it. I can only see the top of his head, but I feel his lips against my skin. “Told you. I have to earn my first taste of your sweet pussy.”
“Earning something is over-rated,” I complain.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear.” He looks up then, our gazes connecting. “Before this night is over, I’m going to spread you wide and sink nine inches deep. I’m going to ride you long and hard. When I’m done, I’ll make you take every drop of my come and thank me for it. But first, you are going to learn to wait like a good girl.” He finishes his speech by swatting my panty clad mound. It doesn’t hurt, but it does get my attention.
I squeak, pretty sure I just had an orgasm. “You…you’re pretty good at the dirty talk.”
“It’s not dirty talk. It’s a filthy guarantee.”
Then he goes back to those gentle kisses on my legs like he didn’t just say the most obscene things. My panties are damp, and I try to squeeze my legs together to get some relief.
But he’s having none of that. He wedges his shoulders between my thighs. “First, you’re going to come in your panties. Then you’re going to come in my beard. Finally, you’re going to come on my cock while you scream and beg for mercy.”
I whimper.
He moves down my leg, trailing kisses slowly. When he gets to my foot, he kisses it too before switching to the other foot. He places soft kisses up my leg until he’s back at my panty-clad pussy.
I dig my heels into the mattress to leverage myself up, offering him my aching body. “Now.”
“Your panties stay on until you’ve thoroughly soaked them,” he says before tonguing the cotton material. It’s a gentle swipe, more of a tease than anything.
I groan his name.
“Be a good girl and ride my face,” he commands, his words muffled by the fabric.
I reach for his hair, tugging on the strands, as I rub his face into my panties. I’m so close.
“Just a little bit more…” I gasp out.
Then I feel it, the soft featherlight licks near my clit. Once, twice, and then the third time I’m floating above my own body, watching as this cowboy gives me the most intense orgasm of my life while my panties are still on.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s peeling the fabric down my legs. He shows it to me. “Look at all that good cream you made for me.”
