Cowboy's Christmas Carol: An Older Man Younger Woman Christmas Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 30)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Don’t worry. We’ve got all night. I’ll be gentle,” he says.

  “Thank you,” I say. I exhale hard, still staring at just how big he is. I haven’t seen a ruler in years, but darn if it doesn’t remind me of one. Just a lot thicker.

  Colt gets up on the bed and I grab his rod with both hands feeling it in my grasp. There’s an old saying that some men are born and some men are made. I think Colt’s both. They must have broken the mold when they made him. I didn’t know there was a XXXXXL when it came to men’s appendages.

  Colt spreads my legs and takes in the sight of his shaved gift.

  “Wait!” I say. “Can you lay down?” I ask.

  “You want me to lay down?” he says. “I think it’s better if I lead.”

  “There’s something I have to do first. Something I’ve been dreaming about.”

  “Dreaming?”

  “Yes, dreaming.”

  “Okay then,” he says. He lets loose of my legs and he lies down flat on his back. I mount him, taking his cock in both hands as I run my grip up and down his shaft. I can see a tiny drop of fluid already forming at the top. He’s ready.

  I rise up on my shins just a bit and stare deep into his eyes. I line his cock up and then at the last second I swing my leg over and bring my other leg across. I’m facing away with one hand on his cock from the front and one hand on his cock behind me.

  I put his tip at my entrance and then slowly slide down his rod feeling him opening me. I can only take a little bit and it hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt. I lift back up and lower myself down again. I want to let gravity help me take him all and I want nothing more than to ride him reverse cowgirl.

  A few passes later and I’ve taken half of him. There’s a lot more to go, but I’m still opening up.

  “Fuck, you feel so tight,” he says. “So perfect.”

  “Tight because I’ve been waiting on you,” I say.

  I feel his hands gently take my sides as he guides my body so he can slide in and out of me as I move my hips in rhythm.

  “Was it worth the wait?”

  “I would have waited forever just to feel this,” I say. And it’s true. I couldn’t imagine anyone else, and now that I’ve seen him I couldn’t even comprehend how I could ever even think of another man, not that I ever would or would want to. I’m ruined for life. His dick is just too big, thick, and perfect. No one else would even come close to comparing.

  I may not have had sex before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know just how lucky I am. I’ve seen things online and I know just how those other guys don’t come close to stacking up. He’s like a tall stiff silo and I can feel by his girth that he’s filled to the top.

  I breathe in and out slowly taking a little more of him with each and every pass until finally I feel my crack make contact with his pelvis.

  I reach around and grab the outsides of his legs as his grip tightens on my hips. He guides me up and down and up and down until suddenly I’m out of control. I’m bouncing up and down as my crack crashes into his pelvis as he splits me open. I rise up only to feel the vacuum of him leaving me before he quickly fills me again.

  My hair is flying in my face and I can’t even see as everything seems like a blur.

  “Fuuuck!” he moans as he squeezes tighter.

  “I want to cum,” I say.

  “Cum all over my dick as I cum deep inside you. As I plant my seed so deep it’s going to be there for weeks. You’ll feel it dripping out of you while you sit at your desk wondering when I’ll fill you again.”

  Oh my god he’s pushing me over the top.

  “You’ll call me like an addict, but you won’t even need to. We’ll live together and I’ll be waiting on you every night to get home. I’ll be covered in sweat from a hard day’s work and I’ll smell like a freshly chopped oak tree. I’ll take you in the barn, in the hay, out back. I’ll take you everywhere and plant my seed deep inside you each and every time until you give me our first-born. And then we’ll do it again, and again. You’re going to give me my perfect sons,” he says.

  Holy shit! I didn’t know it went this deep…for him or for me. His words are like music to my ears. I’ve got the one and the one wants nothing more than me and a family with me.

  I brace my hands on his outer thighs again and ride him with everything I’ve got. I’m bouncing up and down with a ferocity I didn’t even know I had as he howls like a wolf.

  “I’m gonna—” he says, but it’s too late. I feel him explode inside me which causes my juices to flow all over his cock. He’s barely been here thirty minutes and I’ve already cum twice. He already owns my pussy, controls it, and knows how to please me.

  I feel my stomach tighten as a second wave hits. His cock jerks inside me and I feel more of his seed fill me. He’s completely inside me. There’s no way his baby-making fluids are escaping the clutches of my cunt.

  My body leans forward and I collapse onto the bed. There’s a sucking sound as he exits me.

  I curl up into a ball and wonder what in the world just happened. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually that was like nothing I’ve ever even come close to experiencing.

  I feel his touch on my shoulder and then his big, warm body behind mine. He spoons me as we both try and catch our breath although I know I’ll never fully get mine back. He’s taken my breath away and now there’s no going back.

  CHAPTER 15

  Carol

  Buzz!

  “I’ll get it,” I say from the bedroom. I’m still feeling the postcoital glow as I take off for the door. I stop and laugh realizing I’m totally naked. I wrap my hair up in a towel and wrap another towel around my body.

  “Wow, that was fast,” I say as I dash back to the door. I guess nobody really orders Chinese food for delivery on Christmas. They were the only thing open, not that I’m complaining. I worked up an appetite. It took a lot of work just to keep Colt off of me long enough to allow me to take a shower. Now he’s in there rubbing his hands along that sexy body of his. I can just imagine how lost he must be with all those girly soaps in there. He’s going to smell like one of us now. I laugh as I make it to the door.

  I look through the peephole but it’s dark. It’s not like a deliveryman to play that kind of a joke. Strange, I think. But who cares? I’m feeling great.

  I swing the door open.

  “Surpr…” my dad says, his jaw half open and that’s not the half of it. Next to him is Jared from work. What in the hell?

  “Young lady I think you need to put some clothes on,” dad says.

  “Dad…uh, Jared. What are you doing here?”

  “Thought I’d surprise you for Christmas. Just so happens this young man arrived at the same time. Says he works with you and that there’s a bit of an office romance brewing between the two of you.”

  “Uh…” I begin. I’m completely shocked and completely about to have a panic attack.

  “Did he bring extra szechwan sauce? I’m really starving after our work—” Colt says as he enters the living room with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “Colt?” my dad says.

  “Mister McCoy?” Jared says.

  “What the fuck?” they say together.

  My dad takes off running into the apartment. He’s already past me before I can do anything. He lays out completely horizontal as he flies through the air tackling Colt. They start wrestling on the ground and Colt’s towel is immediately off. “Be careful with that!” I yell at my dad as I see Colt’s wiener being dragged across the floor as my dad tries to twist him into position so he can sock him.

  Colt manages to do some sort of wrestling maneuver and gets my dad flipped over. Jared dashes in to break up the madness, but just then my dad gets a hip up and pivots as he throws a punch at Colt which he brings an arm up to block.

  Unfortunately for Jared he slides right in-between both.

  My dad socks him in the left side of his jaw while Colt’s elbow catches his
right. He collapses to the floor and dad and Colt continue on as if nothing even happened.

  As much as I want to there is no way I’m stepping in-between these two brutes. There is almost thirteen feet of man and well over four hundred pounds of muscle between them. I’d wind up with a fate much worse than Jared, who appears to be out cold.

  Colt manages to get my dad flipped over on his stomach and pinned down. The angle is weird and I get a view of Colt that’s a little more than I was hoping for.

  “Don’t fight me, Volt,” Colt says to my dad.

  “I ain’t gonna fight you. I’m gonna kill you! Stay away from my daughter you mother fucker!”

  “It’s not like that. It’s real.”

  “Only thing that’s real is the pain you’re gonna feel when I break every bone in your body.”

  My dad tries to maneuver out of Colt’s grasp, but he’s got him locked up good.

  “You’re gonna leave now until you cool down.”

  “I ain’t leaving. You’re leaving. I pay for this damn apartment and you’re not welcome here.”

  “Okay then,” Colt says. He looks at me and nods, letting me know this is just temporary until my dad calms down. “I’m going back to my hotel and we can sort this out later.”

  “Nothing to sort out you fuckin’ traitor. I turn my back for one second and you slide in like a goddamn snake!”

  “You got any rope?” Colt asks.

  I shake my head. Is he really thinking of hog tying my dad? This is spiraling from out of control to absolute ludicrous.

  I run to the bedroom and grab Colt’s clothes. I run back and set them just outside the front door. It’s terrible, but it’s the only way right now. If Colt tries to get dressed in here he and my dad will be right back at it.

  Colt nods and comes up off my dad. I toss Colt the towel and he makes his way to the door.

  My dad gets up and tries to stretch out the kinks the wrestling match put into his body. He moves toward the door and grabs it by the edge slamming it.

  “You little whore,” he says to me.

  Suddenly the doorbell rings.

  “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” he says.

  My dad makes a fist with his right hand and grabs the handle with his left.

  “Dad! Don’t,” I plead as I grab him by the waist.

  My dad opens the door and prepares to throw his punch.

  “Two chicken szechwan and extra…” The delivery man ducks, but thankfully my dad holds his punch.

  “What just happened?” Jared says from the floor as he scratches his head.

  CHAPTER 16

  Carol

  One week later

  I haven’t talked to Colt or my dad in a week.

  And to make matters worse I got fired. They cited the terms of my contract which strictly forbid romantic relationships with clients. As if our romance had much of a chance to even take off. It was obviously a vendetta from Jared. Apparently they’ve already replaced me with a new girl who has bigger boobs, wears tighter clothing, and has lower grades. She reached out to me for advice. She was so excited about her “future” with the company. Weren’t we all?

  I search through more job listings. I figured there would be plenty this time of year. I mean, don’t companies do a lot of hiring in January? They’ve got money in the budgets for the year so they start looking in December. Well, apparently they’re not looking for me.

  My dad’s not paying my rent anymore so from here on out it has to come from my savings. And if I run out of money it’s not like I can go home anytime soon. At this point I’m not even sure what qualifies as home.

  I’m embarrassed, alone, and burning through what little money I do have.

  In order to get a job I need a reference, but Jared and Mister Dudley already told me not to expect one from them.

  “As per the terms of your employment,” they said over the phone. “As per the terms,” I repeat in an annoyed and derogatory voice.

  I’ve barely been sleeping this past week and I can’t start now. I have to keep looking for work.

  I go to the kitchen and search for some coffee, but there’s none to be found. Did I really already drink it all? Jeez.

  Wait. I have some of those instant three-in-one coffee, creamer, sugar packets in my bag.

  I go to my bag and feel around for the packets but can’t find them. “I know they’re in here somewhere,” I say. Great, now I’m taking to myself. When my roomie gets back to start the next semester she’s going to think I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

  I pull out the stack of paperwork. Oh yeah. I forgot all about that. I guess I won’t need to be finishing this up.

  And there the coffee packets are, in the bottom of course.

  I make a coffee and settle in on the couch with my laptop in tow. I look at the stack of papers and laugh. What a joke making me do all that work leading up to Christmas. Jerks.

  I look a little bit closer at the name on the top. Okay, that’s weird. There’s Colt’s contract right there, not that I even know what it entails.

  They never even really showed me how the business worked. Just told me I’d learn in time. Well, I guess the time is now. I might as well learn something from my time there, even if it’s after the fact and it’s self-taught.

  I probably shouldn’t be reading this, but I’m curious. Not only that it’s real world experience and I have to be able to draw on something if I finally do land an interview and then get grilled with real world questions.

  It looks pretty standard. I start reading through the first few pages. I’ve taken a couple business law courses and even business writing. Maybe I’m just a student without real world experience but by about page four it really starts to change in tone and word choice as it morphs from simple to extremely complex. All the industry-specific wording and references to charts and graphs and appendixes are almost like a maze that leads to nowhere.

  I pull out a pen and paper and try to visualize what everything says. Futures contracts are complex but I understand them as that’s my field of study.

  I draw a triangle which quickly becomes a rectangle and before I know it there are like ten sides to this thing. It seems like the contracts get bought and sold and packaged and resold…this looks a lot like those credit default swaps that brought the housing and banking sectors to their knees in September of 2008.

  Wait a minute.

  I read further and suddenly I feel the hair stand up on my arms.

  I flip back to the first page and see the big X in the area for Colt’s signature.

  Does he even realize what he’s gotten himself into?

  CHAPTER 17

  Colt

  I shovel the manure into the wheelbarrow. It’s well past dark, but these chores need done and there’s no help in sight.

  After what happened in Chicago I can’t get anybody to help out. I don’t know if Volt said something to the ranch hands or they just figured it out another way. Whatever did happen sure isn’t helping.

  This war has got to end, but I know Volt. He’s hardheaded. He’s not just gonna forgive and forget, especially not anytime soon.

  Maybe in twenty years he’ll pretend, but even then he’ll always have that thought in the back of his mind. He’ll always remember and he’ll never really forgive me.

  But I ain’t got twenty years. I’ve got the girl of my dreams waiting, and likely not for long. I need to come up with a plan for this or else I’m gonna lose everything real quick.

  What I can’t understand is what she sees in that big city. I know there are a lot of nice people there, but there sure seem to be a lot of snakes too. Just like those fellas she worked with, if she’s even still employed there. I could see that boy Jared didn’t take too kindly to me being in her house.

  I stop for a second and wipe my brow with the back of my forearm. I place both hands on the top of the pitchfork and look over at Rocket. If there’s one thing that can help me get Carol back it just might be h
er, or…

  CHAPTER 18

  Carol

  I bury myself in the few contracts I have. They all look the same. Same extremely complex terms with no positive outcome in sight for the “investor.”

  “They’re crushing these guys,” I say to myself. “I bet these guys have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into and by the time they do it’s way too late.

  I check Google for anything I can relate to foul play on the part of my former employer. Nothing.