He moves closer to the bed, standing right at the edge where I'm kneeling. His cock is at eye level now, thick and intimidating and absolutely beautiful. I reach out, wrapping both small handsaround him, and even with both, I can't completely encircle his girth.
"Jesus, you're huge," I breathe.
"You can take it," he assures me, his hand coming to cup my face. "That pretty pussy of yours is so fucking wet, you'll take every inch."
The confidence in his voice makes me clench. Makes me believe him even though logically I have no idea how something that size is going to fit inside me.
But I want to find out.
I lean forward and spit directly onto his cock, watching the saliva slide down his length. Carter groans and his cock twitches in my hands.
"Fuck, Alice. That's so fucking hot."
I spread my spit with both hands, stroking him, getting him slick and ready. His skin is hot and smooth, velvet over steel, and I love the way he responds to my touch. The way his breathing gets heavier, the way his hips thrust slightly into my grip.
"You keep doing that and I'm going to come all over those pretty tits," he warns, his voice strained.
"Later," I promise, giving him one last stroke before releasing him. "Right now, I need you inside me."
I lie back on the bed, spreading my legs in invitation. The cool air hits my soaked pussy and I know he can see everything, how wet I am, how swollen, how ready.
Carter climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. But instead of pushing inside like I expect, he grabs his cock and drags the head through my folds. The contact makes me gasp, makes my hips buck up seeking more.
"Patience," he murmurs, doing it again. Rubbing the thick head of his cock against my entrance, up to my clit, back down. Teasing me. "Beg for it."
"I already begged," I whimper, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"Beg again." He presses just the tip inside, barely an inch, then pulls out completely. "Tell me how bad you need it."
"Carter, please." My voice breaks on his name. "Please, I need your cock. Need you to fill me up, fuck me hard, make me come again. I'm so empty, I need—" I gasp as he pushes the tip in again, just barely. "Please, please please, fuck me, Carter. I'll do anything. Just please—"
He thrusts forward, burying half his length inside. The stretch is immediate and intense. My pussy struggles to accommodate him, clenching tight around his cock, and for a second it borders on pain. But then my body adjusts, relaxes, and the pain transforms into the most full I’ve ever been.
"Oh my God," I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck, you're so big—"
"And I'm only halfway in," Carter grits out, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight."
He pulls back slightly, then pushes in deeper. Another inch, then another, working his way inside with shallow thrusts that gradually go deeper. My pussy is drenched, practically gushing around his cock, providing all the lubrication we need, but it's still a stretch. Still overwhelming.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand moving to my thigh, spreading me wider. "Open up for me. Let me all the way in."
I do. I relax completely, letting my legs fall open, surrendering to him and only him. And on his next thrust, he slides home. All the way to the hilt until I can feel his pelvis pressed against mine.
We both freeze.
I'm completely full. Stuffed beyond anything I've ever experienced. His cock is pressing against places inside me I didn't know existed, stretching me in ways that feel impossible and perfect all at once.
"Fuck," Carter breathes, his head dropping to my shoulder. "Alice. Fuck. You're taking all of me."
"Move," I beg, my nails digging into his back. "Please move. I need—"
He pulls back until just the tip is inside, then slams back in. I cry out, pleasure sharp and intense, and my pussy clenches around him.
"Again," I gasp. "Do that again."
He does. Sets up a rhythm that's hard and fast and exactly what I need. Each thrust drives his cock deep, hitting that spot inside me that makes fireworks burst behind my eyelids. The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room, obscene and perfect, mixed with my moans and his grunts of effort.
"So good," I babble, completely incoherent. "So, fucking good, don't stop, please don't stop—"
