Chapter 921: Chapter 921 Process
Carrie’s body was still quivering from the aftermath, yet the hardness pressed against her remained insistent, unyielding, throbbing with a promise she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
Ross nuzzled closer, his breath hot against her ear.
He didn’t rush, didn’t speak, but the slow grind of his cock against her damp panties made it clear—he wasn’t done.
Carrie bit her lip, her hand still covering her mouth as if she could silence not just her cries, but the dangerous thoughts rising in her mind.
She had never felt so powerless, so overwhelmed... and yet, part of her couldn’t ignore the way her body ached for more.
The minutes crept by, heavy and silent.
Ross had stopped moving, but his presence behind her was overwhelming.
Carrie could still feel it—his long, thick cock wedged firmly between her thighs, hot and unyielding, a constant reminder that kept her body on edge.
Carrie anticipated what would happen next between her boyfriend and her.
She lay there frozen, her breaths shallow, waiting for him to do something.
But Ross remained still, his arm heavy across her waist, as if daring her to make the next move.
The longer she waited, the harder it became to bear.
Her heart pounded furiously, her thoughts spiraling in ways she had never allowed before.
Is this real? Could something this big really exist?
She had no answer, and the uncertainty gnawed at her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Swallowing hard, Carrie shifted ever so slightly.
Her hand trembled as she slid it down, inch by inch, until it brushed against the heat pressing between her legs.
For a moment she hesitated, her fingers hovering in disbelief.
But the curiosity, the need to know, overpowered her fear.
Finally, she touched it.
Her breath caught in her throat.
The thickness filled her palm, hot and impossibly hard, pulsing with life.
She gave the length a cautious squeeze, her eyes widening as the sheer size of it became undeniable.
It was monstrous, far beyond anything she had ever imagined—so big she could barely wrap her hand around it.
How... how can this be real? she thought, her mind reeling. No man could be this huge... and yet...
Her body shivered as she traced along the shaft, confirming again and again that it wasn’t a dream.
Ross’s cock was real. And it was terrifyingly, intoxicatingly huge.
She dared to slide her fingers further down, exploring its length.
The towel was long gone; there was nothing to shield her from the reality of him.
He twitched in her grasp, alive, heavy, throbbing against her delicate touch.
The heat radiating from him seeped through her hand, straight into her chest, making her heartbeat race even faster.
Her lips parted as she struggled for air.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her panties still damp from earlier.
Shame and desire tangled inside her, pulling her in opposite directions.
She knew she should pull away, let go, pretend she hadn’t crossed this line.
And yet... she couldn’t.
It’s too big... way too big... there’s no way it could ever fit inside me...
The thought should have scared her, but instead it sent a strange thrill down her spine.
Ross still hadn’t said a word.
He lay there like a shadow, holding her against him, letting her explore him at her own pace.
That silence made it worse—every touch, every squeeze, every inch she discovered felt like her own guilty secret, a forbidden act she couldn’t stop herself from committing.
Her hand tightened around him, stroking gently, testing his weight. The sheer enormity of it made her dizzy.
If this is only my hand... what would happen if...
She cut off the thought, her cheeks burning as if she’d been caught.
Her body trembled, her mind torn between fear and curiosity, shame and longing.
But one thing was certain—Carrie could no longer deny just how real Ross’s monstrous cock was, and just how much it had already changed her.
Carrie continued to explore, her fingers tracing every ridge and vein, her face a clear picture of shock and disbelief.
Oh my god... I can’t even wrap it around one hand! she screamed in her mind.
She tried again and again, but Ross’s cock was simply too big, too thick, too impossibly massive for her to fully encompass.
Yet, despite her shock, she couldn’t stop herself—her curiosity and rising desire drove her to keep experimenting, touching, feeling, memorizing every inch of him.
Minutes passed as she ran her hands over him, tracing the veins, feeling the firmness beneath her fingertips.
Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became shallow, and her chest heaved as she struggled to comprehend just how large and impossibly hard he was.
Each stroke, each touch, made her heart race faster, and her body responded instinctively, warmth pooling between her legs.
After a while, a daring thought crossed her mind. She wanted more, wanted to feel him differently.
Slowly, carefully, she began to shift her hips. Ross’s cock pressed insistently against her, making the motion difficult, but she persisted.
Her fingers worked quickly to slide off her panties, fumbling a bit at first, pausing to ensure she didn’t accidentally wake him.
Each movement was careful, deliberate, but her racing heartbeat betrayed her tension.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of careful movements, her panties were off.
Her hand immediately sought Ross again, and this time it was much easier to guide him.
He was still rock hard, unyielding and impossibly large.
With trembling fingers and bated breath, Carrie positioned him between her legs once more.
Her stomach fluttered as the massive head finally grazed the slick, tight lips of her pink pussy.
A shiver ran through her body at the contact, her nerves alight with a combination of awe, fear, and a thrill she had never felt before.
She froze for a moment, heart pounding, overwhelmed by the size, the heat, the reality of what she was touching.
The sheer magnitude of him made her gasp softly, yet she couldn’t pull away.