Page 23 of Her Cowboy Santa
My cheeks heat as I see the evidence of my arousal. I can still feel it gushing from my empty channel. “Fill me up.”
“Filthy guarantee number two. You come in my beard next.”
“I don’t usually come twice, let alone?—”
He swats my pussy. I’m not wearing panties anymore but this one doesn’t sting either. “Coming isn’t your job. Your job is to lay back and relax. It’s my job to handle everything else.”
I melt into the pillows. I doubt I’ll be able to come again, but I’m not objecting to the idea of him trying to wring one more out. And if he gets the third from me? Well, that will put him in the cowboy hall of fame.
“Such pretty curls,” he murmurs as he spreads my lips. “So wet for me. Have you ever seen yourself down here? Fuck, I don’t know how I’m going to get work done ever again. I want to spend my days just staring at your perfect cunt.”
It’s such a crass word, but it does something for me. I moan softly, the sound escaping my lips without my permission.
“Does it turn you on when I talk about how pretty and pink you are down here? How I look at your glistening folds and think you’d keep my cock nice and warm on these cold, dark winter nights?”
I gasp his name. “You said I’d come in your beard!”
He traces my folds with his tongue, getting dangerously close to my clit but not quite there. “You like that idea, don’t you? Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Come in at night after working the farm and slide right into your perfect heat. I’ll call you my little cockwarmer.”
“Why are you so filthy?” I thrash as the images he’s filling my head with push me higher. I can see him now, coming in the ranch with his eyes blazing as he demands I take care of him.
“Because you crave it, and my good girl always gets what she wants,” he answers before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it. Hard.
I have only seconds to put my hands over my mouth and muffle my own cries of ecstasy. He doesn’t let up when the orgasm begins, he keeps working me through it, tonguing my clit with firm insistence. He’s not just giving me an orgasm. He’s controlling it, making me take my pleasure.
I thought after the first orgasm I was done. I didn’t think he would be able to make me come again. But then he did.
He licks me through the aftershocks, not letting up until I make a noise of protest. He lifts his head, and his beard is soaked. The bottom half of his face is coated in my juices.
He licks his lips. “Never cared much for sweets, but that’s the best damn cream I’ve ever had.”
I chuckle. “I can’t believe you got me there again.”
He moves up the bed and reaches for my fingers, his still damp from where he was spreading my lips. “You’re worth the effort. Whether it takes thirty minutes or thirty days, you deserve a man that makes it his personal mission to satisfy you.”
His words warm me. I just accepted that I never liked sex. I didn’t consider that maybe my lover was selfish. But I don’t want to be thinking about anyone else right now. There’s only one man that’s on my mind.
“You still have one more guarantee to fulfill,” I tell him as I reach for the waistband of his pants. I peel them down to find he’s gone commando, and it’s little wonder. I’m not even sure they make men’s underwear big enough for what he’s packing.
I reach for it, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he’s given me. But he stops me by taking my hand in his. “We covered this already. Your job tonight is to lean back and relax.”
I eye his cock. “It doesn’t seem fair that you’ll be doing all the work.”
“Oh, you’ll be working not to scream while I give it to you,” he answers with a smirk before grasping his erection. He pumps himself once then twice. He pauses, disappointment crossing his features. “Shit, I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on birth control, and I’m healthy,” I tell him. I’ve never been so glad for those daily pills I take as I am in this moment.
“I’m healthy too, but are you sure?” Even though, there’s a wild, feral look in his eyes, there’s something else too. Concern, tenderness. Emotions that sweep over me, filling the cracked places in my heart.
“Ride me, cowboy,” I say, spreading my legs wide. I’ve never been this uninhibited in the bedroom. But there’s something about being with him. He makes me feel safe to explore and experiment.
“I won’t be gentle. You’ll take every inch.” He’s squeezing his cock now.
I lick my lips. “Don’t hold back.”
He positions his body over mine, slipping easily into my pussy. I’m so slick and swollen from the earlier orgasms that it doesn’t burn the way I thought it would.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, and I’m only halfway there.” he’s panting and trembling, working to hold himself steady. “Is it hurting anywhere?”
