But with that heat came fear—a creeping dread that coiled in Carrie's belly.
If it's this hard just to take him into my mouth… how can I survive when he finally puts it inside me?
The thought made her shiver.
Part of her truly believed she might break apart—or even die—once Ross claimed her virginity with that monstrous cock.
And yet… the other part of her longed for it, craved it, as though her body was begging to be conquered.
Ross's gaze never left her, pride and hunger mingling in his dark eyes.
To him, there was nothing more beautiful than this girl, trembling yet willing, choking on his cock yet refusing to stop.
He let out another groan, his cock twitching against her lips.
"Carrie…" he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "It's about time."
And in that moment, Carrie knew she would give him everything—fear, pain, and pleasure alike.
"Hmmm?" Carrie looked up, her lips straining to take Ross's thick cock but failing each time.
