"Not stopping." Carter's voice is strained, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. "Not until you come all over my cock. Want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you come."
His words push me higher. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper. My hands are everywhere—his back, his shoulders, his ass—trying topull him closer, trying to get more even though there's no more to get.
"Carter… I'm close, so close…"
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it."
He thrusts into me harder, faster, and I can feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine. It's different from the first one: deeper, more intense, radiating out from where we're joined.
"Oh God. Oh fuck, Carter—"
I come with a scream, my entire body going rigid as the orgasm crashes through me. My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, rhythmic pulses that milk him as wave after wave of pleasure drowns me.
"Fuck yes," Carter groans, fucking me through it. "Just like that. So fucking beautiful when you come."
He doesn't stop. Keeps thrusting even as I'm still trembling, prolonging my orgasm until I'm oversensitive and shaking.
"Too much," I gasp. "Carter—"
"One more." He slows his pace but doesn't stop. "Give me one more, Alice. I know you have it in you."
"I can't—"
"You can." He shifts, sitting back on his heels, and pulls me with him until I'm straddling his lap, his cock still buried inside me. "Ride me. Take what you need."
I'm sitting on his cock, impaled completely, and when I shift my hips, the sensation makes me whimper.
"That's it," Carter encourages, his hands on my hips guiding me. "Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock however you want."
I start to move. Lifting up until just the head is inside, then sinking back down slowly. The drag of his cock against my walls is torture. From this angle, I can control everything—the depth, the speed, the angle, and I experiment until I find what feels best.
"Fuck, you look amazing like this," Carter says, his eyes dark and fixed on where we're joined. "Watching my cock disappear into that tight pussy. Watching your tits bounce. You're so fucking perfect."
His words spur me on. I start moving faster, bouncing on his cock with increasing confidence. My breasts are bouncing with every movement just like he said, and when his hands come up to cup them, thumbs brushing over my nipples, I moan.
"Yes, touch me!"
He does. Kneads my breasts, pinches my nipples, all while I ride him. The dual sensation: his hands on my breasts and his cock filling me over and over is almost too much.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard while I keep moving, and the combination makes my rhythm falter.
"Carter, fuck!"
"Keep going," he says against my breast. "Don't stop. Want to watch you make yourself come on my cock."
I force myself to keep moving even though my thighs are burning, even though I'm not sure I can come again. But the pleasure is building anyway, coiling tighter in my core with each bounce.
Carter's hands move to my ass, gripping hard, helping me move. Lifting me and pulling me back down, controlling the pace, making me take him deeper.
"That's it. Fuck, yes. Take it all."
I'm close again. Can feel it approaching like a freight train. My movements become erratic, desperate, chasing that edge.
"Touch yourself," Carter commands. "Play with your clit while you ride me."
I hesitate. I've never done that in front of someone before. My ex thought it was weird, said if he couldn't get me off then something was wrong with me.
But Carter is looking at me with nothing but hunger and encouragement.
