“Fuck, Caroline, you’re going to make me come like that.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
“No, baby. You can touch me later, but I need to make you cream all over my cock first.” I want to devour her.
Chapter Eight
Caroline
He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, and I’m completely stark naked. The feel of his hands on my backside is intense. His firm hand grips my ass like he’s afraid I’ll slip away, even though I’m not going anywhere. We enter my bedroom, and he can’t find the light. I giggle and slide off his sexy body and flick the light. “I’m not running, Parker.”
He wraps his arms around my waist with his chest to my back, his head leaning against mine, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Damn right, you’re not, because I’ll follow you anywhere.”
“Even to the North Pole?”
“I’ll become the new damn Santa if it means you’ll be mine, Caroline. Now get your ass on that bed,” he commands. The deep, growly tone in his voice shoots straight to my female bits. I’ve never felt so damn needy the way I do when I think about Parker.
I scurry over to the bed with glee and bounce on the bed, pussy aching with so much desire that I can’t even think straight. Every nerve ending tingles, and I want him to touch me. “I’m here, waiting.”
He stalks toward the bed, feet and chest bare, only wearing his slacks with his zipper open. Damn, I want to lick his perfect abs. I’ve never wanted to do something like that before. Now I know what all those books talk about. “My eyes are up here, Caroline.”
“They are, and your abs are so…”
“Are what?”
“I want to lick them.”
He climbs onto the bed and places his hands on my knees, yanking my legs apart. Parker licks his lips as he stares at my pussy before he looks at me again. “Later. I have some licking to do, baby. You lick my abs, and that might not be all you’ll lick.”
“I’ll have no problem sucking on that fat candy cane,” I confess, lust pumping through every inch of me. My pulse intensifies as his hands snake up my legs, and he lowers himself onto the bed, lying on his stomach.
“I do. If you touch it again, I might come before I get inside that tight little pussy where I need to be.” His warm breath fans over my thighs, and then his tongue swipes my slit, nearly sending my hips off the mattress, but his hands firmly hold me down.
“Never hide away from me again,” he growls.
“Never again,” I moan. The pleasure is almost too much. He continues to lash at my core, licking and whipping my pussy until I’m soaked and on the verge of screaming. Then he stuffs one finger into my tiny hole, and I’m begging for release. “Oh lord. I’m going to come.” His finger plunges in and out of my slit while his mouth works my little nub. I start shaking and then I scream, coming violently.
He slides off his pants and briefs, freeing that big cock between his legs, and all my talk from earlier disappears. There is no way I can handle his massive package, but I’m going to receive it. “Relax, baby. You were made for me.”
“You were made like nothing I could have imagined.”
“Why, thank you, beautiful.” He winks and leans down, pressing the head of his large cock at my entrance. He slowly rubs the darkened tip along my slit, mixing his pre-cum with my juices. There’s a shock of pleasure so intense that my eyes shut with excitement.
“Keep those eyes open for me. I want you to watch as I slide into your sweet, tight pussy. You’re mine, Caroline.” He gently guides the head into me, pushing past my lips, allowing my folds to swallow it up. I’m immediately shocked by the fullness, and he’s hardly inside me. Slowly he leans down, sending himself deeper inside. I gasp when our hips meet and I feel him all the way in my stomach.
“Oh my goodness. You’re so deep,” I sigh. My hands cling to his forearms, bracing myself from the pressure.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, it’s just…” He pauses and pulls out just a bit, giving me a bit of breathing room as he rests on his knuckles, staring into my eyes.
“You can tell me.”
“You’re huge, and it’s my first time.”
“Sorry, baby. It just feels so incredible. Caroline, I am so fucking hungry for you. I could eat that sweet pussy of yours again. Do you know how good you taste on my tongue?”
“Let me see,” I demand. He bends down onto his forearms and kisses me. We make out for several minutes, and my body begins to relax under his talented tongue. Damn, he makes me feel so good. I’m turning into a puddle of goo as he whispers how much he needs me.
