Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

DIANA

I was being a fool, a beyond reckless, stubborn fool who was severely blinded by my desires that I couldn’t see past the moment. I wanted this cowboy entirely and consequences be damned.

Even the simplest of things that should be a no-brainer when hooking up with a man was becoming clouded with uncertainty. No rational single mother would let a man they just met fuck them bare, but I was beginning to think that this was no ordinary situation or man.

Unless I’d been utterly naive the whole night, it was becoming entirely clear that Lawson Boone wanted me more than just for a fleeting moment. He wanted all my days, all my nights, and a place in my heart that I swore no man would ever reach.

And yet, despite the overwhelming tide of uncertainty soaring within me, he sure had an uncanny ability to lure me into things I never imagined I would willingly do.

“Keep your arms up, baby, “Lawson ordered softly as he made his way up the side of the bed with the tinsel in his hands.

Nerves like no other shot through me, but it wasn’t fear that sent my heart racing, it was anticipation. I was certain that no matter what he introduced me to, I would embrace it wholeheartedly.

“Gonna tie your hands now, darlin’, so stay still.” Warm hands enveloped mine and soon, the soft, crinkled texture of the tinsel encased both my wrists. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable—on the contrary, it felt oddly exhilarating. But once he tied the other end to the intricate design of my headboard, my arms stretched taut. “You tell me if it’s too tight and I’ll loosen ’em, okay?”

Fuck.

The air felt entirely different now as if ignited with electric tension.

Peering just over my chest, my legs were still spread out like an offering while my stomach quivered with each breath I took. I hardly recognized my own body. Heaving, damp, completely exposed. It was a complete contrast to the controlled life I lived and right now, Lawson held the power.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as he circled around me with slow, deliberate steps as if taking me in from every angle.

“Fuck…” he growled under his breath as I finally captured his smoldering gaze. “Look at you.”

My heart leaped at his praise.

“Stunning. Fuckin’ stunning, Diana. My little Christmas miracle right here.”

Lowering himself on the bed, every sculpted muscle and vein called my attention as I devoured every glorious inch of his exposed form.

How was this man even real? He resembled a god more than he did a human, while here I was, at least fifteen pounds overweight and had stretch marks covering the length of my hips.

How in the world he saw me as his “Christmas miracle” was beyond me, but I definitely wasn’t going to question it. Not when he settled himself in between my spread thighs with a look of pure hunger written across his face.

Then shifting himself closer, I felt the front of his cock brush against my core.

“Oh shit!” My head tilted back as I became overwhelmed with the sensations of his hardness prodding against me, all the while he anchored himself above me.

Then encasing his arms around my head, he melded his contoured chest against mine until I felt nothing but the rhythmic tempos of our hearts.

Everything felt so in sync.

So perfect that I urged with the subtle thrust of my hips that I was eager to have him inside me.

“Put it in, Lawson. Fuck me bare.” I tempted him again with another slow roll of my hips and finally, gripping my thigh, he angled me against his hip on a growl. He then slid the whole length of his cock through and around my folds before carefully pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, testing, teasing. Then with a deliberate push, he began to ease himself inside, filling me entirely.

“Oh my god…” The words fell past my lips on a moan that I felt in my toes. Within a few seconds, I already felt my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Bigger than I’ve ever taken, pain crossed my vision as I pulled tight on the tinsel, seeking any sort of relief from the mounting pressure.

“Fuck, baby, can you take more?” His hold on my thigh tightened as he paused in the midst of a thrust.

More?

“There’s more?” My hazy eyes widened at the idea of having to take more of him.

Though his jaw was clenched tightly, that didn’t stop him from finding amusement in my question. “Ain’t even halfway yet.”

Oh my god.

Then with a firm, smooth glide, he pushed himself farther, breaching past the point of no return. My back arched and my eyes slammed tightly shut in response to the invasion.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good, Diana. So fuckin’ good,” he praised, cradling the side of my face with his palm. Pure adoration radiated in his gaze as he peered down deeply into my eyes.

Though the pain was blinding, I reveled in his unwavering affection and adoration.

It was slowly alleviating the discomfort until the only thing I could feel was euphoria.

“God, I feel so full,” I moaned, then immediately after circled my legs around his waist to pull him in closer, but he released a pained groan in response.

“Jesus! Fuck…” he cursed as his eyes rolled back.

Staring at him, lost in lust, I swear I’d never in my life seen something more beautiful than this.

I did that. I made him feel like that.

“Next time I’m tying these fuckin’ legs to the bed,” he grumbled in frustration before drawing himself completely out, then pushing his way back in. “Fuck, Diana. Your pussy is perfection.”

I felt him leaving my body, and instantly I was tightening my muscles around him to keep him inside. “Oh god, no. Get back in me and don’t stop.”

Frantic for more friction, I began to roll my hips over him in a slow, intoxicating motion.

His jaw went unbelievably taut.

“Shit… darlin’.” He drawled through clenched teeth. “You realize what you’re doin’? Movin’ your hips like that and squeezin’ the fuck out of my cock?”

“I can’t help it. It feels so good,” I moaned.

“I know, I know it does. You feel like warm fuckin’ silk around my cock.”

His thrusts intensified into deeper, more calculated plunges that generated a wet, sultry sound of our intermingled juices.

Sex had never felt like this—so good and intense. If anything, up until this moment, every experience before Lawson was wrong.

This was what I had been waiting for my entire life.

Lawson Boone, the cowboy of my dreams to steal my heart and fuck me like I deserved.

“Yes… Right there,” I hissed as he continued to brush against the spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

“Fuck yeah, don’t stop grippin’ me.” He powered through with determination etched on his face before shifting onto his knees for a new angle that drove him even deeper than before. His muscles tensed and coiled as he hovered above me with a savage gleam in his eyes.

My god, he was fucking like his life depended on it. Never wavering, never slowing for a moment to catch his breath, he continued on until the first telltale signs of an orgasm began to surface.

“Lawson… I can feel it. Oh hell, please no. I don’t want this to end!” I cried out, fucking myself back onto his cock with an animalistic fervor that sent him to a point of no return. “I want this feeling to last forever, please!”

“Baby, calm down, fuck…” He hit me with a hard, powerful thrust. “You’ll be gettin’ this dick more than once tonight and for the rest of your life if I have anything to do with it. Anytime you need a good fuck, tell me. I won’t let you go without it anymore.”

“Oh god, yes!” I screamed.

“This dick is yours. All fuckin’ yours.”

He hammered into me like a man possessed. Growling and glistening with sweat covering his skin, I finally let myself surrender to the sensations, losing myself completely to the feel of him.

“That’s right, baby. Milk my fuckin’ cock. Drain me.”

My body suddenly went rigid as a wave of tension powered through me. Then in a flash, my breath hitched in my throat.

“Fuck yes… Don’t stop coming, Diana. Ride it out as long as you can.”

Before I knew it, I was coming.

Hard.

A piercing scream ripped through me as everything around me turned a shade of black. It was a never-ending orgasm that was being drawn out by forceful thrusts and the groans and growls of a man utterly possessed.

“Lawson!” I shouted, causing his eyes to blaze with heat.

“Oh fuck…” His brows dipped together as his delirious eyes found mine. “Here it comes, fuck…”

With unfocused eyes, I watched him in all his glory as he finally toppled over, his corded neck tipped back as a primal growl saturated the air around us. “Diana!”

With one final shove, he froze, suspended in the moment.

He was coming—filling me like he said he would with warm spurts that bathed my insides.

“Take it… Take it all.”

And I did.

With my legs still wrapped around his hips, I tilted in the direction in which I would get the entirety of his load inside me. I didn’t want to let a single drop go to waste.

I thought my orgasm was intense, but it paled in comparison to the intensity of his. Face contorted, it took a good two minutes before he returned to reality and released a long, shuddering sigh that seemed to echo in the air around us.

I was rendered speechless, not once regretting everything, even post-orgasm.

I wanted more.

“I’m staying the night,” he demanded as he left his softening cock inside me. “Then tomorrow we can figure out the future. Sound okay, darlin’?”

A flutter of warmth hit my stomach. Then purposely clamping my soaked walls around him, I peered into his darkening gaze.

“Sounds good, cowboy.”