Chapter 20

CARRIE

He tastes so good. On my knees, I can’t stop sucking his big cock. I am in awe of its size. I run my mouth over it, and I can’t stop thinking about how it is going to feel inside of me.

I want to stay down here and keep going. I would love nothing more than to swallow his load. But I also want to feel him inside me.

With some difficulty, I pull my mouth from his cock and stand up. As I stand, I push him back onto the bed. He falls willingly. His erection lies straight as he is on his back. I smile down at him as I slowly drop my yoga pants and panties.

“Wow,” he says as he admires my body.

I don’t say anything. I just smile as I slowly walk to him. I run my hand down to my mound, stroking myself as I climb on the bed. I’m soaking wet. My fingers are dripping in my juices. As I climb on Blake, I give him my hand. He sucks my fingers, licking them clean.

I grip his cock in my hand, climb on top and position myself over him. I have never fucked a man with such a large cock and I am a little nervous. I hold his cock between my hands and slowly let it slide into me. Moaning as it goes inside, I struggle to take the whole thing. It’s bigger than anything I have ever had and it feels different. My shaking body and quivering thighs betray this.

It’s only as his cock slides all the way into me that I begin to work him. Up and down, I move. Back and forth. My hands rest on his chest, using him as leverage as I continue to grind. He grabs my hips and slides in and out of me. I move up to his shaft, just as his head is about to come out, and then I fall back on it. I do this again and again. Each time an electric pulse runs up my body.

His hands move up and grip my heaving breasts. He squeezes them and pinches my nipples. He sits up, and I gasp as he does. Not just because of how it feels, but his abs. He is ripped, and as he sits up, his six-pack hardens.

But I only have a moment to enjoy the view as his head buries itself into my breasts. He licks and nibbles my nipples, causing me to moan in pleasure.

I straddle him as I continue to grind. His hands wrap around my body and pull me in tighter. I find his back with my nails and drag them down his skin. He lets off a low moan at the sensation. He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my head back. He kisses and tears at my neck. It is pure ecstasy.

I want to ride him all night, but after a few moments, I feel that familiar heat rising in my body. It starts in my toes and works up my thighs. It spreads through my belly and over my entire body. I am about to come. I ride him harder and harder.

“I’m close,” I tell him.

“Come, baby,” he says.

My movements become more erratic and unstable. I scream, and he moans, telling me he is about to come. I can feel his cock pulsating inside of me. I can feel that he is close. I push myself forward, grinding hard. As I do, I feel him release inside of me. I come at the same time, screaming as I do.

As soon as I am physically able, I pull myself off him and fall down by his side. We are both hot and sweaty. Not to mention sticky. I nuzzle into his chest, kissing him on the neck as I settle in.

“Ah, shouldn’t you be on your back?” Blake suddenly says.

“What?” I ask, sure that I misheard.

“On you back. With your legs in the air? Isn’t that the best way to ensure that you get pregnant?” He is serious, too. I can hear it in his voice.

“Maybe?” I say, not really sure. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not ovulating right now.”

“But still,” he says. “Shouldn’t we do it anyway? Just in case?”

“We?” I ask, sitting up. “You mean me? And you really want me to lie here with my legs in the air?”

“Well, yes,” he says.

“Look, how about this,” I begin. Looking at his face, I realize that he isn’t being a dick or anything of that nature. He’s just a man and with that comes certain failings. “When I am ovulating, I will happily lie on my back, if that makes you feel better. But for now, let’s just enjoy the moment.”

I lie back down, and as I do, he wraps his arm around me. He is warm, and I can feel his heart beating. It’s still fast, and as I nuzzle into him, it increases.

“You know,” he says. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. “With me?”

“Well, yes. But also that we are doing this. I’m glad that it’s with you.”

“Oh,” I say, not sure how to respond.

“I like you, Carrie,” he continues. He sits up, moving me so that I am looking at him, into his eyes. “And like I said, I am glad you agreed to this. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling warmly at him. I lean up and kiss him on the nose.

“And having a child, too. It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.”

He lies down, and I snuggle into him again. It’s odd, but for some reason, I don’t believe him. I believe that he is glad that I am here, and I believe that he wants a baby. But to say that it is all he has ever wanted? I am not so sure.

Then again, as I lay beside him and I feel him drift off to sleep, I wonder if I am just thinking that to justify my actions. Despite how much I do like him, and I do, I can’t forget or forgive what he did to my sister. I just hope that when the time comes and I have the baby, that I can go through with what I have planned. I owe Lyndsey that much.