Chapter 26 – Garrett
I can’t get enough of Carolina. I can’t let this be the end. I have to take her one more time. Or two or three.
I follow her and she pulls over once she notices me signaling wildly to her.
“What?” she says, rolling down her window on the side of I-25 and laughing.
“I need to see you again,” I tell her, shouting out to her in her car.
“When?” she asks.
“Right now! We still have the room until check out at noon. Let’s make good use of our goodbye time.”
It’s a chickenshit way to say it. Really I don’t want to say goodbye to her at all. But I’m just trying to get her to say yes to being with me a little longer.
“That’s what all your crazy waving at me was about?” she asks. “Why didn’t you just call or text me?”
I hadn’t even thought about that. I am so out of sorts when I’m around her.
“I thought it would be funnier this way,” I tell her, because I don’t want to admit the truth.
She laughs and says, “Okay, let’s go back, then.”
Yes. We head back to the hotel room, her car following mine, and I want to do a victory dance, but I refrain.
I know I looked pathetic chasing her down like that, but I can’t help it. She makes me do crazy, senseless, out of my normal mind type of things. And I don’t even care because I love the way she makes me feel.
I’m so glad to be back with Carolina again, free of workplace expectations or office policies. I no longer care about anything except having her in my arms.
Being around her intoxicates me, enthralls me, turns me on in a way I'd never known before. Now that we’re in the hotel room, I can’t wait to do everything and anything I want with her, including making passionate love to her. I just want to ravish her to my heart's— and my cock's— content.
After we’ve had sex several times, I wait until I’m ready to go again. Then I pick her up and carry her to the bed, but instead of laying her down on it, I turn her around and place her on her hands and knees, her beautiful ass in the air.
I remove her clothes until she is only wearing her heels and her panties. This is exactly how I always imagine and remember her in my fantasies, how I used to wish she always could have been at the office.
I squeeze her ass and admire its perfectly round curves. Then, I look down at my cock, which is standing at attention for her.
I pull her panties to the side and shoved my fingers deep into her pussy.
“I can see that you’re still dripping wet for me,” I tell her.
“You make me come so much,” she says, turning around to look at me.
I get on my knees behind her on the bed, and then I grab her hair and turn her head forward. I want to be inside her, but I know that if I have to see her face when she comes, I’m never going to want to leave her.
“I'm going to fuck you again now,” I tell her.
“Good.”
With one hand holding her hair and the other holding her voluptuous hips, I shove my cock deep inside her. She gasps as I plunge myself in and out of her.
“Oh, my God, Garrett,” she says, leaning back onto my chest.
My hand moves up to her nipple, and I begin playing with it as I fuck her. With my other hand, I begin massaging her clit, driving her over the edge.
“Oh, yes. Oh, Garrett,” she says, moaning and gasping, becoming like putty in my hands. “I'm going to come.”
“Come in my hand,” I coax, and she does.
Her pussy contracts around my cock, and I give another deep thrust, filling her completely as the orgasm ripples through her entire body.
Once she is satisfied, I think about how much she pleases me. How I would do anything for her. I know deep inside that I am going to break all my rules for her. I know she is nothing like my own mother and never could be.
She is Carolina Abbott—my sweet, beautiful, innocent yet dirty little lover. It’s time to give up my fears and give into my certainties. As long as she’s willing to be with me, too.
I’m also certain I want to do something else with her that I’ve done before.
“I want to take you in your ass again,” I tell her, as I put my hand on her head and turn it back around. “Will you let me?”
"Yes, Garrett."
I love how adventurous and willing she is when she’s with me.
My cock is still soaking wet from being inside her pussy, and I slide it slowly into her ass and bite her gently on the neck.
“Woah,” she whimpers and takes a deep breath, but it’s more like a love bite I'd just given her.
I push my cock in a little further, little by little, inch by inch, as she grips the sheets and lets me take her sweet little asshole again.
Soon, she’s leaning back a bit and enjoying the way I’m fucking her ass, just like she did when I fucked her pussy.
“Do you like when my cock is inside you?" I ask her, as I ram my shaft into her asshole.
“I do,” she says. “I'm so glad you showed me how amazing this can be.”
I hold her hands back and pull her into me as I push my cock further into her. It feels so good that I allow myself to give into the overwhelming need for release, even though I wish I could fuck her again and again and again.
“I'm about to come,” I tell her, feeling my cock clench inside her.
“Do what you want with me,” she says, so I take my cock out of her ass and let my cum shoot all over her ass and back.
I rub it over her ass, using my cock as a wand to rub it in more for good measure.
“There,” I tell her. “Now you're marked. Claimed as mine.”
“Just for today, right?” she says, as I sit down on the bed and pull her into my arms. She sounds sad.
“Of course,” I reply.
Well, there goes my plan to confess my love for her. Fucking coward.
But was I really going to? I probably would have chickened out anyway. I can't ever seem to get past the fear— the fear that we’ll end up just the same as my mother and father.
It's best to keep this to what it is, an office dalliance. A farewell fuck.
It's best to bid adieu to whatever fantasies I have of Carolina, and forget that I ever thought it could be something more.