Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,25
bed. With whatever I was wearing. And what you did—” Her face flushes a shade of pink that I would devour if I could.
“You mean eating your pussy?” She flushes redder. “You can say it.”
Carley doesn’t. “That almost never happened.”
“That’s a shame,” I tell her. “You’re delicious. It was his loss.”
I love how embarrassed it makes her, but if she needs me to prove it again and again, I will. But there’s more that I want answers to.
“What happened to make you leave?”
She swallows. “You know I moved to Chicago just for him? Because he got the offer at the law firm after school. I wanted to support him, and I thought we were happy. He proposed and I said yes. And then three days before our flight here, I found out that he’d been cheating on me for our entire engagement.”
I freeze, anger so intense that I want to scream, but I don’t want to do anything that will make her stop speaking. “With the same woman that he always complained about at work. I was just there, making his life perfect because he worked so hard. It didn’t matter what I wanted or if I had ambition. It was just about him, and he doesn’t even think that what he did is wrong.”
Smoothing her hair back from her forehead, I look Carley straight in the eyes. She’s so vulnerable right now it makes me want to break. “That’s so fucked up I don’t even know what to say to that. You were right to dump his ass.”
“You’re the first person to say that.”
“What?”
She closes her eyes against my shock. I’ve hit a nerve with that. Fuck. But how in the hell would anyone in their right mind think it was a good thing to stay in a relationship that wasn’t loyal?
Instead, I lean my forehead against hers. “What were your ambitions?”
“Hmm?”
“You said that it didn’t matter what you wanted or that you had ambition. What did you want to do?”
“I—” Carley shakes her head. “I don’t think I know anymore. I have a job at a florist, and I like it there. And they obviously like me enough to give me this amount of time off during Christmas. I don’t know…I’ve always been around flowers. They’re like home for me. Still, there’s only so many ways to stick a rose in a vase.”
I move, shifting us so that we’re reversed, and Carley is lying across my chest. Where she can feel me breathe. With my hands on her back, she sighs deeply, melting into me. “But then again, I kind of like sticking roses in vases.”
“If you could do anything,” I said softly. “what would you do?”
She takes another deep breath and releases it, thinking. Then I feel her smile against my skin. “This.”
Reaching down, she grabs my half-stiff cock and she moves down my body before I can stop her. Her mouth is on me, hot, wet, and holy fuck—
I’m blind. I can’t breathe suddenly, my dick going fully hard instantly. When I was younger and still yearning after her, I imagined this. I wondered what it would be like to watch her sink down onto my cock like it was the only thing that she needed to survive.
The reality is so, so much better.
Carley takes me deep into her mouth fast, and the suction makes me feel like I’m in high school again, ready to blow. Holy fuck.
I know that it’s a distraction. She doesn’t want to answer my question, and so she’s trying to distract me. I’m not a strong enough man to resist this temptation. But I’ll be coming back to that question later.
“Fuck.”
She laughs softly, swirling her tongue under the head of my cock. Her pussy is still all over me, and now she’s licking it off. God, the thought makes me groan.
Turning her head, she drags her mouth down the side of my shaft, sucking and licking until she’s all the down. She tastes every inch that she can reach with her tongue.
I watch as she takes me in hand and licks me like a lollipop. She looks me directly in the eye while she does it, and my cock jumps in her hand. She has a big grin on her face.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I manage to grind out.
“No,” she says. “I want to. Unless you don’t think—”
The thought hits me all at once and I stare at her. “Don’t you dare suggest to