Chapter 6
IKE
My body burns, flames licking at every inch of flesh. All it takes is one look in Caroline’s direction, and my cock twitches into a new, harder-than-before erection. I have no idea how someone could be this mesmerizing, but she is. This beautiful, this sexy.
Caroline stayed after hours, and she taps at her laptop with half a mind, the same way I do.
My employees leave, ready to celebrate that it’s Friday.
They’re so enraptured by the prospects of the weekend they barely bid me goodbye before they cross the threshold and disappear into the early evening.
My heartbeat picks up. I count the seconds, waiting for them to stretch into minutes.
Caroline stands up from her desk and stretches her arms over her head.
Her delicious tits bounce slightly with the motions, but I don’t think she notices.
She doesn’t know all the things I see in her.
She shoves her fingers through her hair, combing it behind her, then closes her laptop.
Her lips part, and I’m hypnotized by their plumpness for a moment.
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine. Electricity shoots straight into my balls. They squeeze in my pants, jerking me into awareness. She’s ready. She’s ready to leave with me.
I shoot to my feet. There’s no one here to judge us now, no one who would curl their noses and complain about how inappropriate it is.
I don’t give a fuck about any of that. This woman is the one thing I desire.
I order the computer to shut down, not caring to close any software, merely hoping in the back of my mind I saved my projects.
With my wallet, phone, and keys in hand, I leave my office and walk to the main door, spearing the keys in it.
Caroline picks up her pace, skittering closer with her purse hanging from the crook of an arm. I should have waited for her. In my rush to leave and get her into my place, I forgot she’s got shorter legs.
“Sorry,” I say, bending to intertwine our fingers. “I should have waited. That wasn’t very gentlemanly of me.”
Caroline curls her button nose. “I don’t care for gentlemen.”
And I don’t know if that’s the reaction she wants from me or not, but my cock goes so hard it almost bursts through my pants. Shit, I need to adjust it so bad. Should have foreseen this would happen.
Her small fingers between mine, I walk her out of the office.
After I lock the place up, we make our way down, past the ground floor to the garages.
She doesn’t say a thing as I guide her to my BMW and open the door for her.
Caroline sits, small and pale against the dark leather of the seat.
I kneel next to the door, bringing both her hands to my lips.
I kiss each of her knuckles until her shoulders relax and she sinks into the supple fabric. A small smile teases at her lips.
I shoot to my feet and give her a long look.
She looks good like this. Sitting on the passenger seat of my expensive car, looking beautiful and shy, with her eyes burning on her face.
My heart grows in my chest, aching for more of her.
I shut the feeling out—this is not the moment.
After closing the door, I make my way behind the wheel.
The way home is quiet, but not uncomfortable.
I hold her hand in mine, our fingers propped on top of the stick.
With her free hand, Caroline picks up her phone and goes through her comic’s social media, liking comments and replying.
I squeeze her fingers in mine as I drive into the underground garage of my building.
Caroline puts her phone away. She seems to bloom as I guide her out of the car and into my apartment. Her eyes go wide, curious, attentive. I stand back and watch her, committing to memory the sight of her in my place. How bright and colorful it all seems when she is around.
I don’t give her long. There’s not much control left in me.
Crossing the space between us, I wait for her to face me.
Her eyes glitter when they lock with mine, and I rope my fingers through her hair, tilting her hair back.
Her eyelids flutter shut, mouth dropping open, and this is all I needed as a sign.
Caroline’s lips taste like a dream. She’s sweet and cinnamon, a memory of Christmas, something nostalgic.
Her hands race up my arms to cling to my shoulders, and I notice her propping herself on her toes to make it easier to kiss me.
I explore her arms and her neck, down her back, then I grip her hips and bring her up against my body.
She gasps when her legs sling around my waist. I hold her against my hardness, and the contact makes her blush into the cutest hue of pink. She’s this mix of sexy and shy that has me on my knees.
“Is this alright?” I grumble out, her petite, curvaceous body pressed to mine.
She nods. “Very, very alright.”
As I make my way to my bedroom, I move her body up and down my cock. Her core seeps warmth into me, and I drag her against my member until her eyelids flutter closed, her breath coming out in gasps.
“Do you like this?” I ask, my voice coming out thick with lust.
“It feels so good.” She sighs against my lips, and I devour them with mine. Shit, she tastes so good. I’m already hooked.
The second we hit the bedroom, I put her down on my bed. It takes some convincing before she lets me go, but I need to see her. I need to admire every inch of this perfect body of hers. Shit, that might make me blow too early. Tough call.
First, I kick off my shoes and get rid of my suit, shirt, and pants. Caroline props herself on her elbows to watch me, her eyes heavy-lidded. Her pink tongue comes out to lick at the corner of her lips.
“Don’t do that, love,” I roar out, and the second I notice I called her ‘love,’ it’s already too late to stop myself.
Before she sees what I did, I climb onto the bed and kiss her again, marking her lips, scratching her soft cheeks and chin with my stubble, and smelling her sweet scent until it’s marked on me like a tattoo. “You drive me crazy.”
She sighs against me, and I pull back to undress her.
Button by button of her shirt, a torturous action, revealing inch by inch of creamy, perfect skin.
I bend and lick a stripe up between her fantastic breasts, then dot kisses down her stomach.
She holds her breath, tightening her abdomen, but I reach out and pop her lower lip free from between her teeth.
“Don’t do that, love. You’re perfect the way you are.”
She relaxes against me, and I strip her shirt off, kissing and adoring every nook and cranny.
Once she’s lying down, relaxed, pliable, I move to her shoes, then her pants.
She grows tense again, and I kiss the nervousness away.
Goosebumps pop down her skin, and I lick at them, trailing a path down her navel to the waistband of her panties.
“You sure?” she asks me.
She asks me. Both my brows shoot up. “I’m the one supposed to ask that, love.”
She lifts a shoulder in what is supposed to be a nonchalant shrug, but the motion is too loaded for it. “We’re so different, Mr. Jackson. Completely opposites. I’m short and fat. You’re all... big. So big.” And she shudders.
Shit, it’s clearly a lust-filled shudder, and her eyes tell me everything I need to know. I climb on top of her again, cradling her face in my hands. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and these curves of yours are fucking made for sin. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Caroline’s mouth drops and she nods once.
Craning her neck, she kisses me. With the self-doubt out of the way, I unhook her bra and feast on her fantastic tits.
Pressing them together, I can almost suck on both nipples at the same time.
It’s a fucking banquet. She tastes amazing, and I can’t wait to lick all the rest of her.
She grows breathless, and I keep looking up to catch sight of the face she makes when I give her pleasure.
I abuse her nipples, no remorse. Suck them, twist them, play with them until they’re swollen. And then I move down her stomach, pulling her panties along. Caroline is so breathless from the attention I lavished on her tits, she takes a solid minute to notice what I’m about to do.
“Mr. Jackson, no—not there!”
I grip her knees, forcing them apart as she tries to clamp them together.
“First thing, love. No Mr. Jackson here. My name is Ike. Second...” And she gives up on fighting, letting me part her knees.
Her pussy makes a delicious wet noise as her lower lips part, and I gape down at the pink wetness, juices glistening on her skin.
“Holy fuck. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. ”
She opens her mouth, ready to complain, but I’m faster.
Gripping her thick thighs to keep them parted, I lower my head and close my lips around her cunt.
She cries out, hands shooting to my hair, and in two seconds flat she’s bucking into my face.
I’ve never tasted something so good. So sweet.
Her pretty cunt disappears between my lips, and I lick and circle the tip of my tongue around her nub of pleasure until she’s arching her back off the mattress.
“Oh, Ike!” she cries out, and I never knew my name could sound this filthy.
Shit, I almost blow in my boxers. My hips gain a life of their own, fucking the mattress, and the taste of her on my tongue is the one thing I need to come apart.
She moans my name, guiding my rhythm, and I devour her pussy until she’s coming on my tongue, leaving her taste behind.
By then, I’m a second away from a heart attack.
Raising my too-big body over hers, I grip both of her wrists and pin them over her head.
She gapes and gasps, mouth abused, nipples hard.
The most perfect sight of my life. Shoving my boxers down, I fist my cock in a hand.
A fat drop of precome on the tip is what I use to lubricate my way in.
She’s drenched, but she’s tiny, and I’m fucking terrified of hurting her.
“Here’s how it’ll go, love,” I roar against her neck, nibbling on the pulse. “You tell me if it hurts, and I stop. Simple.” She nods. “This your first time?”
She bites on her bottom lip, and her cheeks grow even redder. Finally, she agrees.
“Shit. I’m fucking honored. And I promise.
” I kiss her ear, down her jaw. “I’ll make you feel good.
You want that?” She nods. I bite her earlobe, hard, and she whimpers and snaps her eyes open.
“Say it, love. You want to feel good? You want my cock buried inside your cunt? You want me to come all over you?” I’ve never been a man for dirty talking, but this woman brings out new, wild things I had no idea of.
She makes me violent, possessive, and lustful.
Caroline parts her pretty lips. “Yes. I want all of that. Please.” She adds the last word as an afterthought and fuck, she knows how to play me.
Pressing my cockhead to her entrance, I soak it in her juices before pressing in.
She winces, but I don’t pull back, waiting for her verbal plea.
She says nothing, and I keep pushing, entering less than an inch before I pull back.
It takes long minutes and works me up like hell.
My cock spills precome like crazy, and it makes the glide easier.
Reaching between us, I thumb her clit and watch her climb into another orgasm. It’s then that I pop the head in. Caroline’s painful sob mixes with a moan as I flicker her knot, and I keep the same rhythm, entering an inch, giving her a moment to get used to it, then moving again.
My beautiful Caroline blossoms beneath me.
Her tiny body shakes with the aftershocks of an orgasm, her tight cunt fluttering around me, and then her face relaxes.
I see it happen. The moment the pain becomes pure bliss.
Holding her wrists between my fingers, I palm her breasts before I move to her cunt again. Then I start fucking her in earnest.
With every thrust, she cries out my name.
Every pound brings her higher into another wave, and she climbs it, and she rides it.
Caroline is pure sex at this moment, glowing with desire, and she moves her hips in time with mine, absorbing the impact, angling herself so I’m uncovering the hood of her clit to touch her differently.
She sparks, then explodes with another orgasm, her muscles tightening around me.
I kiss her hard, and she moans and whimpers against the kiss.
Letting go of her wrists, I grip her ass cheeks, parting them so I can enter her deeper.
Another cry, another whimper, and I enter her to the hilt.
She flings her arms around me, then races her nails down my arms, down my back. She marks me as hard as I mark her.
Sinking my fingertips into her fleshy hips, I pound again and again, the sound of flesh slapping the most erotic thing. Her moans join in, a beautiful symphony, and I can’t have enough of her. I will never have enough of her.
“Mine,” I roar into the kiss, biting into her lower lip. “You’re mine.”
My balls tighten. Pleasure barrels down my spine, igniting every nerve ending, setting it all on fire, and I blow.
I blow hard, harder than I’ve ever done in my life, as if my very existence depended on this.
Spurt after spurt, I fill her with my load, pumping through the last of it so I can bring another orgasm out of my pretty Caroline.
Her entire body convulses with aftershocks as big as her orgasms. She’s exhausted, out of breath, and I lay her down and admire her like this for a long moment.
Chest heaving, cheeks flustered, her pussy dripping with my come.
My fingers itch to feel her against my body again, but I need to give her some time.
Shooting to my feet, feeling more alive than ever, I go into the bathroom and retrieve a wet towel.
With that, I clean her up. Then I find a massage oil and rub her feet until she dozes off.
Caroline naps, but it’s early and I know she’ll need some food, so I get into my boxers and find my phone so I can order her something to eat. Since I don’t know what she likes, I order a little of everything from my favorite places, so I’ll have whatever she feels like having.
After dinner, she can go back to sleep again. I won’t send her off, no. Not ever. As she sleeps, I study and comprehend that feeling, making my heart grow. I’m madly in love with her, and I won’t let her walk away. From this moment on, she lives with me, if she wants to.
She’s too important for me to let her go, and I don’t care how fast we moved. I’m obsessed with her, and I will do anything for us to stay together.