Page 36 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
She nodded rapidly in my hold, her hair spread all over the rug.
I gave her what she wanted, thrusting back into her to the hilt. Her pussy tightened, and my head fell back, my balls resting against her heat. “Every single time I’m inside you, your cunt doesn’t want me to leave. You’re my heaven, Val.”
Another sound came from her, but I didn’t bother registering it, a primal need taking over now. Her muffled whimpers faded as I began slamming into her over and over, pounding, rutting. The tip of my cock hit her womb in an endless loop of blinding pleasure. After a few minutes, my hand on her neck shifted, my fingers tangling in her thick locks once more. I bared my teeth as I yanked her up against me, and the image of us came to me. Her in my hold as I fucked her, both of us still halfway dressed, the Christmas tree, all of it drenched in the warm light of the fire as the blizzard raged on outside. “Hands on my thighs,” I ordered.
She obeyed, reaching back and bracing her hands on my jean-clad legs.
I forced her to arch, neck and back, and when our eyes met, I growled, “Aside from our children, you’re the greatest fucking gift this damn world has ever given me.”
Tears shined in her eyes.
“You could never hurt me,” I continued, circling back to our conversation in the kitchen. “Your breath is all I need, but knowing how far you’ve gone, how much you’ve tried…guts me, baby.” I paused, groaning as her walls began to flutter around me. My woman needed praise, but she would never admit it. “You’re such a good wife, doing everything you can to make me happy,” I murmured, chest heaving, still pumping into her. A drop of sweat slid down my temple as my hand came to her front, finding her clit. I rubbed her in circles in time with my fucking. “You’re the best thing a cowboy like me could ask for. I don’t need a perfect Christmas, Val. I just need you.”
Her face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes gleaming.
I knew what she needed.
I pulled the underwear from her mouth, my hips slowing as she gasped. My fingers didn’t slow. I needed her to reach her peak before I lost my mind.
Her hands lifted slightly. “Smoke, I can’t—”
“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” I ordered, voice dark.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her breath labored. She was close, her body shaking again. “I can’t—Denver, please.”
My eyes darted upwards, finding the clock on the mantel. “It’s midnight, baby. Christmas,” I taunted. “Be a good little slut and give me my present. Milk me.”
Her pussy clamped around me like a vise as pleasure consumed her, her hips grinding uncontrollably as I pinched her clit. I swore under my breath, released her hair, and shoved my hand up her sweater, pulling the cup of her bra down. My hand engulfed her breast, fingers digging into her plump flesh before I pushed her forward. She fell onto the floor, biting her lip, trying to contain her moans as I mounted her, knees on either side of her ass. I rose up, putting both hands on her lower back and held her down, thrusting into her with abandon now.
“Yes,” she hissed, twisting her neck to look at me with her enchanting green eyes. “Fuck me, Smoke. Ruin me.”
“I’m gonna get you pregnant again,” I threatened harshly. Even though we were done having children, our breeding kink grew stronger as the years went on. “Is that what you want, baby?”
A breathless laugh of pleasure left her then. “Yes, sir,” she moaned. “Breed me, Denver.”
Breed me.
Fuck.
Jesus—fuck.
Pleasure consumed me, our skin slapping together. White spots scattered across my vision as my balls drew up. I covered her then, my mouth landing on hers as I humped her, letting go. Myseed filled her as I took her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. My body jerked and my fingers pressed harder into the plump flesh of her hips. She would bear my marks tomorrow, a reminder of this special moment. By the time I broke our kiss, our breaths were colliding violently, our bodies slowly coming down from the peaks we’d found in each other.
“Thank you,” she whispered, stretching her neck and kissing me again.
I leaned up, giving her a bit of space. “Don’t have to thank me for fuckin’ you, baby. It isn’t a chore.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Her eyes dropped to my lips as she reached up to touch my beard.
“Let me clarify,” I muttered, pulling my hips back before pushing them back against her. Her lips parted. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. We’ve been over this.”
“I know.”
“So stop thanking me.”
Her eyes met mine again. “You’re my greatest gift too, Denver.”
My jaw tightened and I dropped my head. “Great. Now I gotta fuck you again.”
