STUFFED (The Slate Brothers 2)

My lips part. His cock is huge— larger than any I saw in the locker room that day, and seemingly thick as my wrist. The very idea that it would fit inside me is terrifying and thrilling at once. My eyes jump to his, and there’s a glint in his gaze.

“I’m going to fuck you with this, Astrid,” he says, stepping closer. “I’m going to fuck your tiny virgin pussy with my cock. Would you like that?”

I nod, licking my lips, and he steps closer still, till his knees brush the edge of the bed. “Touch me,” he commands, and I immediately obey, lifting my hands and wrapping them around his cock. One on top of the other, I don’t come close to covering the length of him. I can feel blood pulsing through his cock as I hold him, and he groans as I lightly move my hands up and down, pumping against him. He’s so hard that it seems impossible that I’m touching a human body and not solid stone.

“You’ve never sucked a cock before either, have you?” he asks, looking down at me.

“No,” I say, and suddenly I want to— badly.

Carson puts his hands on my head gently, stroking my hair back as he does so. “Just for a moment— because I can’t wait any longer than that to get deep inside you. Kiss me here,” he says, and motions to the head of his cock. I lean my lips down and kiss the spot he mentioned, tasting him, spicy and masculine on my tongue. “Again,” he murmurs, groaning a bit as I part my lips a bit more this time and kiss him, extending my tongue to run it along the rigid underside of his head. He groans again and pushes a little harder on my head, until I part my lips entirely and let his cock enter my mouth. He fills me so quickly, striking the back of my throat just as my hands, still encircling his shaft, meet my lips. Hands and mouth combined, I can take all of him. I press my tongue up against his cock as he lightly fucks my mouth; when I look up and meet his eyes, I’m aware of how hard he’s fighting to restrain himself.

“Okay,” he breaths, pulling away from me quickly. “God, Astrid. I can’t come in your mouth yet.”

“Why not,” I pout, reaching for his cock. He twists away.

“Because I’m going to come in your pussy,” he says firmly, hungrily. I smile, heart quickening, and Carson reaches into a nightstand drawer and removes a condom. He keeps his eyes on me as he tears the packaging and slides it over his cock; even though I know it’s wise, I can’t help but wish I could feel him bare inside me. Carson takes a few slow, steadying breaths. “Lie back,” he commands. I do so, and he climbs onto the bed between my legs, pressing my knees apart, lightly touching my pussy again to confirm I’m still soaked. He tilts over me, lowering his head to kiss me deeply, tongue toying with mine.

“Are you ready?” he murmurs, moving his kisses to the side of my cheek.

“I—I think so,” I say. “I want this.”

“I’ll be careful with you,” he says, kissing my neck. “You’re so small…I’m going to fill your little pussy up so quickly.” He reaches down between my legs, lining his massive cock up at my entrance; suddenly, I’m aware of just how right he is about my size. I’m also aware of how badly I want him in me even as part of me is terrified it will hurt. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching me, clearly loving this moment— the moment before.

Then he pushes forward, and his cock eases into me.

There is mounting pressure, and at first I wonder if I can actually do this. Take him all the way. I open my mouth to tell him to wait, panic rising inside of me.

And then the pressure gives way, as something inside of me seems to suddenly stretch to accommodate him. There is a burst of momentary pain and then another burst of pure ecstasy.

My mouth opens; I gasp in surprise and pleasure. Carson groans, loud and long, but when my eyes start to drift shut he finds his voice. “No, look at me. I want you looking at me when I take you,” he growls. It’s a fight, but I keep them open as he continues to inch into me, stretching at my pussy, straining at every wall of me until I moan and rock my head back. It doesn’t feel good now— it feels incredible, as my body seems to get more and more accustomed to this new feeling. Carson braces himself with a hand above my head, and places the other by my hip so he can twist his torso and circle farther in.