Chapter Nine
Parker
The weekend is over, and I have to go home so I can return to work. I’ve finally gotten dressed since we spent the weekend pretty much in some form of undress. “So you work all week?” she asks as she stands in just a long tee and pajama shorts looking delicious.
“Until Christmas Eve.” Then, I’ll be back where I want to be, sliding Caroline into my arms and fucking her until she passes out.
“Are we going to see each other at all this week?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip with a hint of sadness in those gorgeous, caramel-colored eyes.
“If you want to see me.” I might have bulldozed my way into this relationship, but I’m not going to demand all her time unless she’s ready to give it.
“Of course I do.” That’s what I wanted to hear.
“I only work until Wednesday at noon because I have a meeting with some foreign investors, so I’ll be harassing you then.”
“I can’t wait,” she says. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I run my hands up her back and then drop my lips to hers for a kiss. I pull her flush against my body and then pin her to the door.
“We keep this up and I’m never leaving,” I grunt.
She smiles against my lips. “Sounds good.”
I shake my head and continue attacking her mouth.
It takes me another five minutes of kissing her tender and now swollen lips before pulling away and leaving her house for me to actually get in my car.
The entire drive back to my condo, all I can think about is getting back to Caroline.
Being away from her feels like absolute shit.
I hate it to no end. My chest actually aches as I step through the door of my calm, empty space.
****
It’s already Wednesday, and I’m so close to going to see my woman. I’m counting down the hours like a kid at Christmas, and this is the excitement in my life I didn’t know I was missing.
She sends me a text message for me to call when I get a chance. Fuck, I have checked the cameras and haven’t gotten a message from Maxim, so I assume it’s not an issue with Tom. I hope she hasn’t had a change of heart about seeing me.
“Hey, I, like, know you’re insanely busy right now, but I needed a moment of your time.”
“I’m never too busy for you.” I’m typing up an email, but I decide it’s better to close it, so I can concentrate on my woman who deserves my full attention.
“You say that now.”
“Always, Caroline.”
“I was just reminded today of something that I completely forgot about because of you. I know you’re probably not interested, but I was invited to a Christmas party that’s tonight.”
I can hear the hesitation in her voice. She’s nervous. “Oh. I’ll come if you want me to. I’d like that.” I’ve come to the realization that I’ll do pretty much anything to make her happy.
“You would like that?” she questions like I’m bullshitting her.
I chuckle. “No, it’s not that I’m jumping to go to a party, but being without you is getting a little hard to do.”
“I know.”
“I miss you when I’m not around you,” I confess. I want to say more, but it’s too soon and we’re not face to face yet.
“Has it only been a week?”
“A bit more, but yes.”
There’s a brief silence between us, tension building. She’s the first to break it. “Well, we can go, and if you feel uncomfortable at all, let me know and we will leave.”
I sigh, “I can socialize with the other humans, you know. When it’s not Christmas, I’ve attended other functions, so I can just pretend it’s another work event.”
“Parker, I understand. I just know that some things aren’t as easy as they seem.” I love that she’s trying to be considerate of my feelings. It makes me want her even more than I already do. The woman is precious in every way.
“What time is the party?” I ask, needing to plan ahead.
“Six.”
I make a note on my desk planner. “Okay I’ll be at your house to pick you up.”
“Wonderful.” I can hear the excitement in her voice, and that causes me to smile.
“Great. Is there anything special you want me to wear?” I hope it’s not one of those ugly sweater things because I don’t own any of them and I’m not in the mood to go get one.
“You know, I don’t know. Let me check.” I’m sure she is shooting off a text. “He said party casual. I suppose holiday type.”
“Okay. I’m sure you have something perfect to wear, sweetheart. I just won’t wear a suit.”
“I like you in suits, and I like you without them,” she mewls.
“Damn it, baby. I wish I was there right now.” I need to take a breath to cool my lust. If I could fuck her through the phone, I would.
“Me too.”
“Maybe I’ll get there a little early.”
“I’d really like that.” So would I. I grip my cock through my slacks and give it a squeeze, trying to calm down.
“Is that pussy wet, baby?”
“Yes, it is. It’s always wet when I think of you.”
“Baby, my dick is so hard right now I could break stuff with it.”
“And I know you could break me with that.” Her voice is laced with that sweet hunger that she had all weekend.
“Are you horny, honey?” I needed to know if I’m going crazy or is she on the same page as me.
“Yes.” Her answer vibrates over the phone.
“I wish you were sitting on my face right now.” I plan to have her ride my chin until she’s screaming down her house.
“That would be so good.”
“Be there in two hours.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I end the call, and then I finish my business, wrapping up my work faster than I ever have in my life.
My assistant has never seen me so eager to leave the office. “Boss, it’s good to see you smile. Merry Christmas, Sir.”
“Merry Christmas.”
I’m in my car, driving with grin and fighting a hard on the entire trip. The second her front door opens, I’m on her, carrying her to the bedroom, tossing my stuff off and kicking my shoes off on the way. She giggles and gasps. “No laughing now. I’ve had hours to imagine your pussy on my face.”
“Oh my, Parker. Please make love to me,” she pants. Thankfully she was a wise girl and dressed in only her robe and a towel, making it easy for me to access that creamy slit. I tug off the towel under the robe and then untie the thing, leaving it on, but open.
We’re on the bed and her ass is in the air as I get under her with my mouth at her soppy wet entrance ready for my greedy mouth. I press my face to her cunt and eat away. “Mine,” I grunt and growl. She squeals and moans, trying to get away as I pull her ass down on me.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I growl, my words muffled as I eat her juicy pussy while she rides my face. Her hands are on the headboard, holding on for dear life while I grip her thighs, enjoying my meal.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she cries out, ass lifting up and back, stiffening as she orgasms all over my mouth and chin. I grab her waist and flip her onto the mattress and then climb on top of my woman.
“I’m not done with you, my little winter wonderland beauty.” I suck one of her tits into my mouth. “Can’t wait until they’re swollen with milk for my babies.” I slip into her wetness in one long, smooth motion. “It’s like you’re calling for me to fill you up.”
“I am,” she moans out. “Oh, it feels so good.” She mashes my face into her chest.
I flip us back over because I want to watch her tits bounce as she works my length.
I help her slide her warm pussy down my shaft.
“There you go, baby. Keep going. Bounce that round ass. Ride that dick. You are doing so good.” I grab her hips, and I hope I can hang on long enough so I don’t fucking come so fast with her tight cunt wrapped around me.
We fuck wildly on the bed while sweat beads off our foreheads.
I need her so bad. “I’m going to come inside that tight little pussy and fill up you with so much cum and you’re going to have my babies.
Are you ready for that sweetie? You want to be bred today? ”
“Oh, yes. I can’t wait to start a family.
” She arches back with her hands splayed on my chest as she cries out and comes on my cock.
Her pussy walls clench so hard that I nearly black out as I grunt and come too.
My hands hold her hips down as I flex my hips upward and flood her womb.
This isn’t some fucking pillow talk. I plan to knock her up.
I’m keeping my Christmas miracle before she can change her mind about me.