Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy: A Spicy Christmas Novella

by Remi Rose

“Um… Excuse you? I don’t think spinning out in basically a blizzard and ending up in a ditch makes me a shitty driver.”

“I think everyone ends up in a ditch once in their lifetime, don’t you think?”

“That’s somethin’ only a shitty driver would say, darlin’.”

With a little pep in my step, I ran inside and slammed the door shut behind me before refocusing my attention back on to the stranger in my home. Or, not technically a stranger. Fred’s sex-on-a-stick son.

“You don’t think I have a soft side?” He leaned in with a faint smirk on his mouth. “Define soft.” His smirk deepened. “Those curves you got, darlin’.” He nodded his head in the direction of my hips and dragged his stare over my waist. Suddenly feeling hot, I took a long swig of wine. “Think I could be real soft to those.”

“Your ass was made for my hands, Diana,”

“I… I admit it, Lawson—I’m a brat. Now will you please make me feel good?”

“Fuck, baby,”

“You know what I need, cowboy. If you really wanted me to stop with all the sass, you should’ve put that mouth to use somewhere else.”

I plan on fuckin’ all that hate you have for me out of you.”

“You’re very… forward, cowboy.” I glared, despite all the naughty images floating around in my head. “And very fucking mistaken if you think I’m letting you fuck me.”

“You like forward, just how you liked having my hands and mouth all over your ass outside.”

“You’re the most stubborn, bullheaded, indecisive female I have ever met and despite all the reasons why I shouldn’t want you, I do. Fuckin’ Christ do I want you.”

“You goin’ to let me fuck this mouth later? Or is it too sore from all that arguing you were doing with me?”

“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?”

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

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“You okay?” Lawson asked, his eyes searching mine for any trace of uncertainty and regret that I might be experiencing.

“Yes, I’m more than okay.” As I felt his cock lurch from beneath me, I couldn’t help but wear a playful smile. “The real question is, are you okay?”

“Does it feel like I’m okay?” With an upward thrust, he showed me just how painfully hard he was. “I just watched you fuck my belt like it was your goddamn job, woman. Of course I’m not okay. I’m turned the fuck on and have been since the moment I met you.”

“Fuck off, Diana. I’m not in the mood for your games.” With a firm grip, he tangled his hand through my hair and yanked me close until our eyes locked together. “I may have said I was a gentleman earlier, but I swear to fuck, I’m this close to losin’ my patience. You want somethin’ tasty? You want both sweet and salty? Then you better put that frosting on my cock like you did those cookies up on the counter and lick me clean until I fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.”

“Darlin’… I’m going to need you to take that shirt off,” I ordered, but it came out as more of a plea as I studied the rise and fall of her chest. “Haven’t seen your tits yet and when I’m lickin’ on this pussy, I want to be able to see and grab ’em.”

“Christ, Diana,” I swore under my breath. “You’re the prettiest damn thing my eyes have ever seen.”

A shiver went through her body, causing her breasts to jiggle from side to side. I was fuckin’ hypnotized.

As a surge of raw, primal need coursed through me, I anchored her in place with the hold I had on her thighs and buried my face directly into her slit. Tongue running up and down, nose buried, I was finally fucking eating.

“Fuck, baby…” I groaned against her flesh before withdrawing from her center. “You squeeze my cock like you are my finger right now, I’ll have no other choice than to get on my goddamn knees and propose right the fuck now.”

I haven’t been with a woman in two years. Never gone bareback and never wanted to until I met you. Now it’s all I can fuckin’ think about.”

“I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel you, Diana. Fill you up…”

“Tell me you don’t want this dick fillin’ you up.”

“Tell me you ain’t dyin’ to have all my cum inside you.”

“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.”

“Take it… Take it all.”

“Gonna teach you a little somethin’ about cowboys, yeah?” I raised a brow, waiting for a nod of approval. “As much as we love a good, hearty breakfast in the morning, nothin’—and I do mean nothin’—will ever be more beneficial to us than the taste of our woman’s pussy when we wake up.”

“I want you, Diana. I want to be the one who puts that gorgeous-as-fuck smile on your face every day and shows you that true love is real and worth believing in… And if it takes time for you to see that, then so be it. I’m more than willing to wait.” I moved in closer and readjusted my stance. “I know it’s not just you that I have to prove that I’m worthy to. I just hope you’ll let me have the chance to prove to your son that I can and will be a good, honest man to you both.”

“Baby…” I said softly. “Please, don’t be afraid of this.” I reached for her hand and laid it directly over my heart. “Feel that?” I asked, watching her closely for a reaction. “That’s how it is whenever I’m near you. It ain’t a heart that’s scared, it’s a heart that is desperate to be loved and adored by you. And all I need is an opportunity, Diana, a chance to be the man you both deserve.”