Chapter 924: Chapter 924 Table
Carrie’s lips hovered just inches away. She could smell him—big, masculine, intoxicating.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she finally gathered her courage and pressed a shy kiss to the swollen crown.
The contact made her whole body jolt.
His cock was hot, almost burning against her mouth.
She pulled back, her face flushed scarlet, then leaned in again, placing another hesitant kiss, longer this time, letting her lips linger.
Ross groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating with approval.
"Good girl..."
The praise made Carrie’s stomach flutter. Slowly, nervously, she let her tongue slip out.
With the faintest touch, she licked the broad head, tasting a bead of salty fluid that sent her reeling.
It was strange, but not unpleasant—thick, musky, and addictive.
She tried again, giving him a longer lick, this time circling the tip clumsily like she was savoring ice cream.
Encouraged by the deep rumble Ross let out, she continued, dragging her tongue along the ridge, then darting it into the slit at the very top.
Her hands finally lifted, one wrapping around his thick shaft but unable to encircle it completely.
Even just holding him made her realize how massive he was.
Ross rested a hand gently on the back of her head, not pushing, simply guiding.
"Take your time, Carrie. Taste me... make me feel that sweet little tongue of yours."
Her heart skipped.
She obeyed, licking more boldly now, her tongue tracing along the thick veins that bulged under his skin.
Each motion earned another groan from Ross, his hips shifting slightly as his cock twitched in her grasp.
The sounds he made, the sheer weight of his cock in her hands, and the taste of him filling her mouth—it all made Carrie dizzy.
Her body grew hotter, her thighs pressed together as a strange excitement stirred inside her.
Ross smiled down at her, watching the innocent girl tentatively worship his cock with growing eagerness.
He knew this was only the beginning, and tonight, he would break her in completely.
"Mmmmhhmmmp..." Carrie whimpered, her muffled moans vibrating against the thick shaft as she worked her mouth over him.
Every move was clumsy, every lick inexperienced, but the eagerness in her actions made Ross’s cock throb with approval.
She remembered his gentle instruction—don’t forget my balls—and obediently lowered her mouth, letting her tongue glide over the heavy sacks resting beneath his towering shaft.
She licked them with care, savoring the salty taste of his skin, before trying to fit one inside her mouth.
Her lips stretched around the weight, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
The sheer size of him made the task difficult, but she persisted, her jaw working diligently, shifting from one ball to the other with growing enthusiasm.
Her excitement only grew with every groan that slipped from Ross’s lips.
Pleasing him, making him happy—it was all she wanted in that moment.
Ross leaned back against the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths.
He spread his arms lazily across the bed like a ruler on his throne, his eyes fixed on the vision before him.
Carrie—his sweet, innocent Carrie—kneeling between his thighs, flushed and trembling, struggling yet so determined to learn.
The sight was mesmerizing.
She was untrained, inexperienced, but watching her pour her whole heart into worshipping his cock stirred a primal satisfaction deep inside him.
When she finally pulled her lips away from his balls, a thin line of saliva clung to her mouth.
Her breathing was quick, her chest rising with nervous anticipation as her eyes lifted to his towering cock once more.
Her small hands grasped the thick shaft, unable to even wrap fully around it.
She swallowed hard, summoning her courage, before pressing her lips to the swollen head again.
Slowly, she parted her mouth, stretching her jaw painfully wide as she tried to push more of him inside.
Ross groaned, the deep sound rumbling through the room.
"That’s it, Carrie... take your time."
But no matter how she tried, she could barely get past the broad crown.
Her lips strained, her throat tightened, and after just a few inches she gagged, tears springing to her eyes.
She pulled back, coughing lightly, her lips glistening with spit.
Yet she didn’t give up.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned forward again, determination written all over her face.
Again and again she tried, her lips sliding lower each time, though never far enough to satisfy her own need to please him.
Her throat burned, her jaw ached, and still she pressed on, tears streaming down her cheeks as she forced herself to continue.
Ross watched with burning eyes, his cock twitching at every gag and whimper.
To see this beautiful, innocent girl push herself so hard, all for his pleasure, was something else entirely.
She looked utterly divine with her lips swollen, her cheeks wet with tears, and his cock glistening with her spit.
Carrie paused, gasping for breath.
A long string of saliva stretched from her mouth to the thick tip, glimmering in the dim light before breaking.
She blinked up at Ross through tear-filled eyes, her expression torn between exhaustion and determination.
Her lips trembled as she whispered, "It’s... it’s too big, Ross. I can’t... it won’t fit..."
Ross cupped the back of her head, his thumb stroking her damp cheek.
"You’re doing perfectly, Carrie. Even this much feels incredible."
The praise made her heart flutter, renewing her resolve.
She lowered her head again, kissing and licking the massive shaft, tracing every vein with her tongue.
Her hands stroked what her mouth couldn’t handle, working together to please him.
She licked the underside, nuzzled the base, and returned to the swollen tip, sucking gently, making messy wet sounds in her desperate effort.
Her pussy throbbed between her thighs, soaking through the bed sheets beneath her.
She had never felt this kind of heat before, this overwhelming desire that made her body ache with great need.