Surrender.

That’s what I do when Carter takes his mouth to mine, our lips locking as if they were designed with that one purpose in mind. I turn on the couch so that my body is pressed tight against him, his hands running up the side of my body, and the moment I feel his touch on me… It’s as if all the sadness and desperation that engulfed me just moments ago simply faded away.

It’s all there, of course. Underneath the joy I’m feeling right now, there’s a pang of loss to it; but being here with him, our love finally out in the open, it helps.

“I love you,” I repeat, these three words feeling like honey on my tongue. I never believed in love, but now… Now I’m a convert. I guess all I needed was to meet the right man, the one capable of breaking through my barriers and strong woman posture, and get to the little girl that lives deep inside me.

“I love you too,” Carter whispers back to me, running his fingers through my hair as his eyes meet mine. Never breaking eye contact, I rest one hand on his chest and then let it fall down… My fingers go over his belt, and my heart tightens up inside my chest as I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, feeling how his cock becomes harder and harder with each passing second.

“I want you… I want you right now,” I continue, curling my fingers around his bulging shape and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then, without giving him enough time to react, I climb on top of his body and straddle him, throwing both my arms over his shoulders and pressing my forehead against his. “I need my daddy right now…”

“And your daddy needs you,” he replies, taking his hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks, a burning sensation spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I hike my dress up to my waist and then press my crotch against his, feeling his cock pulse against my pussy; without wasting a single breath, I start swaying my hips back and forth, rubbing my wetness against him and allowing desire to take over my mind.

I move my body as if his cock is already inside of me, bucking my hips at him so fiercely that I can’t help but let short moans tumble out from between my lips.

“Your cock… Give it to me,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his ear. He digs his fingers deep into my ass cheeks as I say it, moving his hips so that his crotch meets mine with all the pent-up lust raging through his body.

“I can’t wait…” he starts, pushing each word out from his mouth as if they weighed a ton, “to be… inside… your tight pussy.” Letting go of my ass, he rests his hands on my knees and then slides them to my inner thighs, pushing my dress up as he does it.

Sitting back, my ass resting across his legs, I open up the necessary space for me to reach for his crotch. I grab his belt with trembling fingers and, without taking my eyes off of his, I unbuckle it; I push his zipper down and then he does the rest. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, his hard cock springing free in a fraction of a second, and then he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him once more.

I close my eyes as I feel my pussy pressed against his naked cock, my soaked thong the only barrier between the two of us. A barrier which Carter makes short work of, with one hand once more on my inner thighs, he flicks my thong to the side and, using his free hand, he angles down his cock so that its tip is brushing against my folds.

Swallowing hard, I purse my lips in anticipation, and no words need to be said. We just look into each other’s eyes and, moving our bodies at the same time, we guide his cock home, sheathing it up to the hilt inside my pussy. I throw my head back and close my eyes as I feel his shaft making its way inside of me, Carter’s thickness stretching me wide in such a way that I can’t help but moan.

Before I had his cock inside of me, my body moved in a rhythm driven by anticipation but now… Now pleasure has erupted all over my body in full force, and now both my body and mind are responding in kind. With Carter’s twelve inches buried deep inside of me, the tip of his cock pressing against my G-spot, I’ve lost all semblance of control; I’m like a puppet right now, my strings being pulled by an unseen force. A force made up of lust, desire, and an unbridled eagerness to be fucked like every woman should be. Because, make no mistake about it, every woman should experience, at least once in a lifetime, a man like Carter or Derek. Not only do they have gigantic cocks but, more important than that, they know how to use them; and that makes all the difference in the world.

Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.

Pressing my chest against his, I bury my fingernails in the muscles of his back, doing it so hard that I might draw blood. He doesn’t complain, though—all he does is groan while, at the same time, he grabs me harshly by the ass and thrusts upward, impaling me on his cock with all his strength. And, from one woman to another, let me tell you… Carter really knows how to use those 12 inches of his. Because, you know, there’s a difference between knowing how to use one’s cock, and knowing how to really use it … and, in that department, Carter is a real winner.

Thrusting upward, he slams his cock so hard into me that I can’t even think straight. I buck my hips at him with the same rhythm, my pussy burning more and more with each passing second. Sliding his fingers over my ass, he then caresses my ass crack with his fingertips, pulling at my thong and pushing it to the side. He moves his index finger up and down the length of my crack, always lingering over my asshole and, every time that happens, I feel a high voltage current running up and down my spine, electrifying every single one of my thoughts.

What happens next is inevitable.

Carter presses one finger against my asshole while, at the same time, he thrusts so hard that my body has no other option but to surrender to ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I let moan after moan escape from my lips, an orgasm raging through my body and beating every single one of my nerve endings into submission.

“Oh God, oh God,” I repeat over and over, my brain short-circuiting as it tries to process the pleasure consuming him.

“God has nothing to do with this,” Carter whispers against my ear, hooking his fingers on the straps of my dress and pulling them down my shoulders. He pushes my dress down to my waist, bunching it up, and then leans forward and buries his face in my cleavage, running his tongue on the valley between my breasts. His hands slide up from my ass to between my shoulder blades and, losing no time, he unhooks my bra and yanks it off my body with one quick tug.

My skin prickles as my hard nipples reveal themselves and, allowing instinct to kick in, I lean forward and press my right breast against Carter’s mouth. Parting his lips, he allows my nipple inside his mouth and twirls around it with his tongue, lapping and sucking at it hungrily.

“I want more of that cock of yours, daddy,” I find myself whispering, softly rocking my hips against him and trembling as I feel his thickness pulsing against my inner walls.

“Of course you do,” he replies, softly allowing my nipple out of his mouth and looking me in the eye. Turning around, he lays me down on the couch, and that without taking his cock out of my pussy. I lace my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, and tangle my fingers in his hair.

“I can’t get enough of you, I just can’t,” he breathes out, his mouth finding mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues dancing around one another as Carter starts building a slow rhythm, gently sliding his cock in and out of me. Our lips don’t part as he fucks me, our mouths hungry for a kiss while our bodies devour each other.

Our rhythm starts slow, but it doesn’t take long for it to grow into something else. Before I know it, Carter is already pistoning into me hard, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Pulling away from his kiss, I press my forehead against his and just look into his eyes as he fucks me, his cock relentless moving in and out of my pussy. Our bodies are locked together and, in their frenzied pace, they become one. I know, I know… Such a chichéd thing to say, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

“I love the way... Daddy’s cock fills me up,” I whisper, my lips against Carter’s hair. My hands go around the side of his body and I claw at his back, running my fingernails along the ridge of his spine. “I love the way… Daddy fucks me,” I continue, digging my fingernails deep into his flesh.

“Fuck, Eliza… You drive me crazy,” he replies with a groan. “You and this tight pussy of yours,” he continues, his thrusts becoming so fierce that, even though I open my mouth to offer him a reply, all that leaves me is a hard scream of utter delight.

“D-don’t stop,” I finally manage to say, shutting my eyes as I feel my pussy tightening around his shaft, electricity pooling in my muscles. I can feel the pressure building up on the back of my mind, and it’s as if a fuse has been lit… There’s an orgasm looming on the horizon, and it’s coming for me with a promise of violence and pleasure.

When it finally explodes inside of me, it’s as if my own soul has caught fire. My legs and arms grow limp, and I let go of Carter as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a seizure of pure ecstasy taking over my body.

Arching my back, I let the orgasm ripple through me, waves of fire and electricity consuming and devouring me with an intensity I only found out could exist the moment Carter and Derek stepped into my life. But now there’s only Carter and … no, I can’t go there. I can’t start thinking of him right now.

“More,” I breathe out, pushing Carter back and forcing him to sit up. I need more of his cock; it’s the only way I can purge these thoughts of Derek, push them out of my head.

“I like that word… More,” Carter tells me, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. Then, moving fast, he turns me around and makes me go on all fours. He knees down behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, and then presses the tip of his cock against my aching pussy.

He runs his cock along the length of my pussy lips, teasing me but never actually thrusting. He does it for a few seconds only, but that’s enough to be moaning hard, my body begging for his cock.

“Please,” I whisper, trying to thrust back against him. Ignoring my plea, he just keeps on brushing the tip of his cock over my pussy and then, no warning at all, he feeds one inch of his huge member into me. Once more, I try to buck my hips back at Carter, but he resists and just allows one more inch to slide into me.

“Oh, God, please … just fuck me,” I moan, and that does it. Holding me by the waist, he thrusts his cock deep and hard, his 12 inches sliding all the way inside my pussy in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, and that while Carter runs one hand around my waist and goes for my clit, pressing down on it with two fingers. Fucking me while he strokes my clit, each movement of his like one from a well oiled machine, it doesn’t take long for me to feel another orgasm start to build inside of me.

God, only a man like Carter could do this to my body… It’s a miracle how he works me with his cock, with his tongue and fingers… He knows exactly what to do, and when to do it, to unleash hell upon my body. And it feels absolutely perfect. A gift from the heavens, in the shape of a 12-inch cock.

“I’m -- I’m gonna --” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as Carter slams his cock into me with such strength, his two fingers unleashing hell on my clit. I come just like that, my words being replaced by a violent scream, loud enough to shatter glass and rupture my own eardrums.

Instead of stopping as I come, Carter just redoubles his efforts; he pounds me hard and mercilessly, each movement of his completely demolishing me. I let him do it until I feel his cock start pulsing hard against my sides, and then I can’t help myself; I throw my body forward, his cock suddenly popping out of my pussy, and turn around to meet his gaze.

“I want you to come… in my mouth,” I whisper, sliding down to the floor and kneeling there. With a grin on his lips, he goes up to his feet, his hard cock glistening from my pussy cream.

“That sounds perfect,” he exhales softly, the tone of his voice telling me that he’s close to cumming. All he needs now is just a little push. And that’s exactly what I want to give him.

Reaching for him with one hand, I curl my fingers around his shaft and then lean into him, parting my lips and resting them right over the tip of his cock. I close my eyes and suck on him, the musky scent of my own pussy blanketing my mind and making me lose all control. Before I can stop myself, I open my mouth as wide as I can and let my lips roll down the whole length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel his cock pressed tight against the back of my throat. Then, wasting no time, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, still grabbing his cock with one hand and stroking him with a matching rhythm.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he says, his head thrown back as he lays both his hands on the top of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He moves his hips slightly, working in tandem with my mouth, and I close my eyes and surrender to this beautiful dance of sex and lust we’re creating.

Of course, it doesn’t last long; all it takes is just a few seconds and his cock throbbing against my thong. A fraction of a second later and he starts shooting up his cum into my mouth, its thick saltiness filling me up fast, strands of semen already escaping from between my lips and dripping down my chin and his shaft.

I keep on sucking and licking as he comes, not bothering with all of the cum escaping my mouth. A stream of semen makes it way down my chin and continues lazily toward my breasts, and that just makes me go even harder, needing to have Carter gush his whole load into my mouth. And that’s quite a task, let me tell you; he cums in gallons, a never-ending stream of his seed spurting inside my mouth.

When his cock’s spasms finally die down, I roll my lips out from his shaft and look up at him, enjoying the expression of pure ecstasy on his face. With my eyes locked on his, I offer him a wicked smile, run the tip of my tongue over my cum-coated lips, and swallow.

His manly taste—oak and ocean—goes down my throat easily, and my eyes never leave Carter’s as I do it.

“Come here, baby girl,” he says, slowly going down to his knees. He grabs me by the hair and, without waiting for a reaction, he leans in and crushes his mouth against mine. Our tongues roll together in a blanket of cum, and I feel a few beads dripping down both our chins, the wickedness of what we’re doing making my head spin.

When he pulls back from me, Carter rolls to the side and lies down on the floor, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. I lie down by his side, my hand looking for him, and lock my fingers on his.

“So good…” I whisper, staring blankly at the ceiling while a dreadful word dances over my tongue. “But --”

“I know,” he cuts me short, squeezing my hand softly. “It’s not the same.”

“No, it isn’t,” I find myself saying, my heart tightening inside my chest as I think of Derek. As perfect as it is with Carter … nothing can compare to what the three of us experienced. More than perfection, that was transcendence.

We’re three matching pieces and now, one of us is missing, and we’re incomplete.