Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

LAWSON

“ K eep the pants on, cowboy.” Her plush mouth tilted to the side, causing my cock to bubble at the tip.

Holy fuck.

Her lower half was exposed, a stunning vision of creamy skin that seemed to stretch out for miles. And then there was her pussy. Fuck… Just having the privilege to be up close and personal with it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. A thin strip of hair trailed down to her pretty pink center. Nothing ever looked sweeter.

Tastier.

More fucking mine, than she did right now.

Then just when I thought she couldn’t take my breath away any further, she did. This brave, beautiful woman settled back onto my lap until she was hovering right above my belt buckle. With her hands clamped onto my shoulders, she seemed to hesitate with what her next move was going to be.

She didn’t appear nervous, but more so deep in thought.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, darlin’?” I questioned, my hands desperate to reach around and get my palms on her ass again.

“I’m deciding.” She nibbled on her lip, still lost in thought.

Contemplating.

“Deciding what?”

Her gaze latched onto mine.

“Whether I want to ride your belt buckle or cock.”

FUCK.

Her blunt words sent me spiraling, sending my vision black for half a second. Noticing the effect she had on me, satisfaction filled her features as a smirk lifted on her face.

“Did I really make the arrogant cowboy speechless?” she teased, her confidence fucking intoxicating.

Fuck yeah you did.

I struggled to form a logical thought, let alone find words as all my blood rushed to my groin.

“I like that.” She lifted and lowered herself, an erotic dance that was only for the purpose of teasing. “I like that I can surprise you.”

You have no idea.

“Your choice, darlin’.” I somehow managed to get the words out as they were laced with desperation.

Her movements transformed from unsure to “I want to fuck with your head a bit more” as she hovered herself over my buckle, never quite making contact with it as she writhed.

“I know it is. And although I’m curious to see how well and thoroughly you’ll fuck me, I want to fuck your buckle first.”

Before I could react, or respond, she lowered herself onto my belt and watched me with wide, euphoric eyes.

“Oh…” It took her a second, but she slowly swiveled herself on the buckle, getting used to the feel of the cool metal on her flesh.

Fuck…

I could barely catch my breath.

My hands falling numb at my sides, I gradually inched them toward the bottom of her shirt that was obstructing my view of what glorious things were happening behind it. As I lifted the fabric, I swear I almost died on the spot.

Her pussy smashed up against my belt buckle.

I’d never seen anything more perfect, more erotic in my life.

“Dammit, Diana. Fuck…” Each slow roll of her hips grew more intense and sure as her breaths turned ragged. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much you love fuckin’ my belt.”

Her lust-filled eyes met mine, then tossing her head back, she released a primal moan.

“I can feel every ridge and bump on the buckle, Lawson.” Her voice was thick with arousal, as if she could barely believe the sensation. Her eyes then met mine, but only for a moment as she seemed to fall under from the intensity of it all. “They feel…” She tossed her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat to me. “Holy shit, they feel so good.”

Pride surged through me.

Without a moment of hesitation, I reached around her and palmed her ass with each hand.

“That’s right, darlin’,” I urged. “Fuck my belt, baby. Rub that sexy little pussy all over it until the metal gets worn out.”

As much as I wanted to assist in bringing her to her peak, I reluctantly sat back and enjoyed the ride. As difficult as it was, I maintained a steady demeanor, hoping she wouldn’t notice my desperation. Every now and then I’d guide her to the left, then the right, and occasionally the center where the buckle poked out just enough to heighten her pleasure.

Her moans were like music to my ears, a beautiful symphony of high-pitched tones intermingled with breathless sighs that left my heart racing uncontrollably. Nothing sounded more beautiful, more intoxicating than the sound of this woman falling apart.

I didn’t want to go a single day without hearing her cries of pleasure.

She then peered down into my lap, watching herself move on me. Her juices cascaded over the sides of the buckle and seeped through my Wranglers.

“Lawson, I’m dripping all over you,” she gasped, a hint of embarrassment decorating her voice.

“Fuck yeah you are. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Diana. You were made for me.”

A breathy whimper filled the air, causing her grinding to intensify.

She was getting close.

A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her skin while her eyes were glazed and hooded.

“That’s right, needy girl. Keep riding those ridges… Fuck, you look so goddamn perfect right now,” I praised, tortured between my desire to prolong this moment and pushing her over the edge. “Swear to fuck, I’ll never clean this belt, Diana. I’ll wear it every day, in your honor. Taste it when I’m desperate for your pussy. It’ll be your mark on me. Your claim.”

“Jesus, Lawson!” She let out a desperate cry before leaning herself forward and hooking her hands behind my neck. “I thought your buckle was going to be the one to make me come, but I think it’ll be your mouth that pushes me over the edge.”

Squeezing the supple curves of her ass, I couldn’t help but plead with my eyes for her to surrender.

“You mean my words, darlin’? Trust me, once you’ve had my mouth, you’ll find it impossible to live without it.”

She pressed herself more firmly into my lap, her movements growing faster, harder, and more determined. “Oh shit, Lawson!” her eyes collided with mine as fear filled her contorted features. “Oh fuck, I think… I think?—”

“Don't stop, Diana. Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop,” I said through gritted teeth. “Ride that fuckin’ wave and let go. Give it to me,” I demanded. “Give me what I want.”

Her movements turned frantic. Sharp nails began digging into the back of my neck as distress painted her expression.

Come on, baby. Let go.

I noticed the onslaught of tears that began to blur her vision, causing her movements to turn sloppy and desperate. But it was her pleading eyes begging me to help her that sent my chest heaving. It was borderline maddening watching her get off on me while I sat back, willingly and submitting to what I so foolishly agreed to. But her eyes—those big, beautiful, pleading brown eyes remained heavy on mine and told me everything that I needed to know. And in an instant, I was clutching onto her waist, and rolling her all over my lap. It didn’t take long until I found the perfect rhythm, and once I perfected it, Diana inhaled sharply.

“Here it comes, darlin’,” I warned, my muscles tensing as I worked her body against my belt and tried not to lose control.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her head fell back and her body started to seize up.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I urged, my voice thick with delirium. “Soak my goddamn belt.”

Moments later, her movements grew frantic and with a sharp gasp, she unleashed a scream so loud, so fuckin’ beautiful, that it ignited a primal instinct deep within me.

“Lawson!” she screamed my name, piercing my ears as she rode out her climax.

Doing my damnedest to prolong her pleasure, I continued to roll her hips onto me. Firm and slow, an overflow of juices began to coat my lap.

“Such a good fucking girl, Diana. Leavin’ a pretty little mess all over your man's lap.”

Her breathing had turned erratic as her eyes went misty from the long-lasting effects of her orgasm. She looked like she had just run a marathon, with ragged breathing and flushed skin. I could only fuckin’ imagine the breathtaking disarray she would be in once I fucked her.

Eventually, I eased my grip on her waist, allowing her to gently descend back to earth and back to me. With her hands still locked tightly around my neck, her stare that was filled with a whirlwind of emotions had met mine.

“Lawson, that was?—”

“Perfect,” I interjected, a smirk pulling at my lips. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”