Chapter Thirteen

Carson

 

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I was somewhere soft, warm, and sweet-scented, with sunlight streaming in. Blinking, I heard a voice singing off-key. Caroline. I was at Caroline’s place.

 

Groaning, I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my hands. I hadn’t slept that well in weeks. I hadn’t been fucked like that in weeks, either. Caroline had been amazing: so thirsty, so sexy, so loud. I loved how she’d eagerly taken my cock again and again, begging for more whenever I stopped. Thinking about it again was making my cock twitch between my legs, and I licked my lips hungrily thinking of Caroline.

 

When I walked into the hallway, I saw her standing in the kitchen. She had her back to me, and she was wearing this killer silk bathrobe. It made her ass look incredible, and my cock rose to a semi-hard state. Something smelled incredible, and I took a look around to see plates of bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and pancakes. My mouth watered, but whether it was from the food or from Caroline, I couldn’t tell.

 

Caroline whirled around in surprise. She grinned when she saw me. At first, she looked a little different, and then I realized she wasn’t wearing makeup. She didn’t need it, either; her skin was as creamy as ever, with no blemishes or marks anywhere. She looked at me nervously.

 

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I made everything,” she said in a soft voice. My eyes travelled down her body to her curvy breasts bounding beneath her robe. I stepped closer.

 

“I like everything,” I murmured in a husky voice. A blush painted Caroline’s face crimson. Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned softly as I kissed her and tangled her hands in my hair. Remembering how loud she’d been last night, I broke the kiss and covered her mouth with my hand.

 

“You have to be quiet this time,” I said teasingly. “You don’t want to wake the neighbors, do you? Especially since you won’t be moving out any time soon.”

 

Caroline’s big eyes pleaded with me. I could tell how hot she was just by looking at her, and I could feel my cock stiffen into a full erection. Caroline unbelted her silk robe and let it drop to the floor. I ran my hands down her body and turned her around so my cock was pressing into her amazing, generous ass. Caroline groaned and leaned over the table, holding onto the edges with both hands. She gently moved her hips and ground her pussy against my cock, moaning under my fingers. I felt a jolt of arousal spike through my body as I pulled her close and slipped my cock inside of her. Caroline cried out; even from behind my hand, I heard her.

 

She felt so incredibly good. Being inside of her was like making love to wet, warm velvet, and I luxuriated in the feel of her pussy before beginning to pump in and out. Caroline moaned softly and arched her back, shoving her ass against me. With my free hand, I fondled and groped the flesh, spanking her softly at first and then hard enough to leave a red handprint. Every time I spanked her, Caroline would cry out and push her hips against me. I started fucking her harder and harder, grunting with the effort of it all. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me, and I groaned loudly, pulling Caroline’s hips as close to me as I possibly could.

 

She uttered a loud moan, and I felt her tongue slip between the cracks of my fingers. Even though I’d felt her tongue before in much more intimate places, the lewdness of the wet feeling on my hands was enough to set me off. I felt my cock gush inside of her like a geyser, filling her with my seed. Caroline screamed, and I pulled my hand away, letting the sounds of her raw pleasure fill the apartment. She cried out again and again, and I felt her pussy tense around my cock and pulse with her own savagely delicious orgasm.

 

Afterwards, she lay on the table for a second before standing up and collecting her robe. She looked at me with mussed hair. Suddenly, she seemed shy and young beyond her years. I couldn’t believe that she was close to my age. She seemed like a teenager after losing her virginity, or falling in love for the first time. Caroline’s vulnerability entered my heart like worm, and I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair. She began to shake, and I sensed again just how scared she really was.

 

“I promise I’ll help you,” I whispered into her hair. She didn’t reply; instead she pulled away and served us heaping plates of breakfast. When I looked at her, she sniffed.

 

“Elizabeth gave me some food,” she said sheepishly. “There was no way I could eat all of this by myself.”

 

I laughed shortly. “I’m starving,” I admitted. “Thanks for doing this.”

 

Caroline sat with her plate food in front of her, untouched, as I gobbled through all of the sausage and most of the bacon and eggs. She traced circles on her plate with her fork before finally taking a small bite of toast.

 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m not great company right now.”

 

I reached across the table and cuffed her affectionately on the shoulder. Caroline looked up at me with her big, worried green eyes. “It’s okay,” I said finally. “Everything will be okay.”

 

“You keep saying that,” Caroline said nervously. “How can you be sure?”

 

I shrugged. “I can’t,” I said. “But I plan on seeing that creep today and getting the pictures back.”

 

Caroline rolled her eyes. “You think I haven’t tried that?”

 

I looked at her evenly. “I’m a lot more convincing,” I said. “He has to listen to me. Right?”

 

Caroline’s eyes met mine. “Whatever you say,” she said, biting into a piece of bacon. “Whatever you say.”