Christmas Pet by Jamie Knight

Chapter Twenty-Four - Pearl

The past few weeks had been hell on earth. The night James left the trailer, instead of sleeping on the sofa, I’d wanted to run after him and tell him I was sorry and that I hadn’t meant what I’d said. That I was stupid and stubborn.

But my pride got in the way, and I’d allowed him to walk out of my life. I reasoned with myself that it was all his doing, and if he wanted to drive home in a snowstorm, he was welcome.

It wasn’t his fault things ended as shittily as they had. My insecurity had caused the problems between us. Sure, he hadn’t told me the truth about the fundraiser and Lyla. It would have been nice if he had. Like I’d told him, I would have been irritated, but I would’ve gotten over it.

He’d respected my decision to end things, and since then, we hadn’t had any communication that wasn’t professional.

I tried to convince myself I was fine, but I wasn’t. Not one bit.

Nothing could get me out of my self-pity funk. Not even binging on reality shows with Bella and getting blind drunk while we made fun of stupid people who got married at first sight.

When I went back to work after the holidays, all of the managing partners had called me in to a meeting to congratulate me on my new position as an associate. That news was something I had wanted to celebrate with James. I wouldn’t have gotten it without him championing me.

The partners all made it clear that I’d gotten the promotion because of my work ethic and drive. They hadn’t said outright that it had nothing to do with my previous relationship with James. They were all tactful and diplomatic, which I appreciated. Even Susan had congratulated me on getting the promotion and hadn’t once made any snide remarks about James and me.

I hadn’t been brave enough to talk to him and apologize for my behavior. Some of the things I’d said to him were unforgivable and hurtful.

I placed my hands on his chest, loving how his heart pitter-patted against my palm. “I really am sorry for everything I said at the trailer. I didn’t mean a word. I should never have compared you to—”

“Ssssh. Don’t fret, pet. We all say and do things in anger, but I will have to punish you for your behavior.”

I grinned. “Now, sir?”

“I’ll save it for later. I’ll have to come up with something suitable.”

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what it is when you do?”

He chuckled. “And ruin the surprise.”

I groaned. “You know how much I love surprises, sir.”

He curved his hands around my waist. “Hop up on the table, pet. There’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I overheard your phone conversation.”

My heartbeat accelerated. If he was going to do what I thought he would, I would die and go to heaven.

Laughter danced in his eyes. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

I slid up onto the polished surface, and James positioned himself between my knees.

It took me a second to figure out what he meant, and when I did, I giggled. “Will you do something for me, sir?”

“What would that be, pet?”

I batted my eyelashes and sighed contentedly. “Will you throw me over the conference table and eat me out?”

“It would be my pleasure, pet.”

He brought his hands down to my blouse and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere and pinged off the table. Roughly, he pulled down my bra, grabbed my tits, and massaged them, showing my nipples no mercy.

He could be as rough and as ruthless with me as he wanted. I needed to feel alive, wanted, and loved.

He pressed me back, grabbed my ankles, and anchored my feet on the end of the table.

“Hold yourself open for me, Pearl.” He took my hands and placed them on my knees, and I spread myself wide. Just like he did with my blouse, he ripped my thong off.

He blew out a long, low whistle. “I’m happy to see you’re already sopping wet.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer, sir. It’s been too long. Way too long. Nothing can make me feel the way you do. Nothing can make me explode the way you do. After I come, I want you to kiss me. I want to taste my orgasm on your lips.”

“I see you’ve got naughtier over the past few weeks.”

“You have no idea.”

He pressed my thighs wider and buried his head between my legs. At the first sweet touch of his mouth against my pussy, my back arched off the table, and I groaned out his name. My hips undulated, and my body writhed. Every cell in my body sang halleluiah, and the wisps of my orgasm began to unfurl in my stomach.

When I was on the precipice, James lifted his mouth from between my legs and moved up my body, kissing, sucking, and nipping every inch. I grabbed his head and pushed him back down. More than anything, I wanted to come on his mouth.

He dropped to the floor and dragged my legs over his shoulders. My hips rocked and gyrated, and I was powerless to stop the waves of arousal flooding through me.

“That’s it, pet. Fuck my tongue, smash your pussy against my mouth.”

Wordless cries tumbled from my lips, but then James lifted his head from between my legs, leaving me anguished.

He adjusted his position and slammed two fingers inside me. I clawed at the table, moaning and squirming.

He walked his fingers up my torso and pushed them into my mouth, giving me a taste of my tangy essence. I sucked and licked, relishing my taste before he returned his fingers and attention to my pussy.

To hold him in place, I clamped my thighs on either side of his head. His teeth rasped over my clit, and he sucked the taut bud into his mouth.

“Oh, God! Don’t…stop. Please…don’t….stop.” Heat flooded my veins, and a powerful orgasm washed over me. I screamed and bucked and attempted to push his head away, but he imprisoned my legs with his hands, preventing an escape.

Finally, my strained muscles relaxed, and my weak body collapsed back, my breathing harsh, my heart thundering.

James gazed up at me, his lower face glistening in the dim light. “Touch yourself, pet. Show me what you did without me. Show me how you made yourself come when I wasn’t around.”

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “I’ll show you and tell you what I did without you. Every night when I went home, I’d grab my cock and jerk off to thoughts of you. I would imagine my dick buried inside you. I would imagine being deep in your mouth and you sucking me dry and drinking every last drop.”

I reached down and spread my folds, giving myself access to my sensitive clit. My nipples puckered to tight points as I watched James jerk off.

The sensations churning inside me urged me to close my eyes, but I wanted to watch him. I wanted to see him come.

The faster he moved his hand, the quicker I moved mine. Our breathing picked up speed. My hips rocked back and forth.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips.

“Come for me, pet. Show me.”

I dragged James closer until the tip of his weeping cock hit off my clit. That was all I needed to tumble over the edge. I called out his name, my inner muscles clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. The liquid heat flowing from me covered his balls and shaft.

James grabbed his cock with a death grip and pumped hard and fast. His hot come splashed all over my pussy. I massaged his seed around my clit, and another round of spasms shot through me. When the last of the tremors rippled through us, James grinned and blew out a satisfied breath. “We’ve fulfilled another one of your fantasies. I wonder how many more we can fulfill?”

“Being loved by you and becoming your wife is every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.”

“Me too, pet. Me too.”