Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You’re going to do just fine, sweetheart,” he croons in her ear. “You’re a winner, you hear me?”
And then it starts. Evan presses his length against her brown pucker, and Amelia jerks a bit as if in surprise. Her eyes open and she lets out a wail.
“Oh my gawwwwd!”
But Evan won’t let her move.
“You’re doing great,” he whispers in her ear while increasing the pressure. “Absolutely wonderful.”
He strains some more as Amelia’s face takes on a look of concentration, and then there’s a distinct popping sound. Slowly, we watch in awe as that enormous ten incher begins disappearing into her back hole.
“Unnnh!” she cries out as that huge length slides in. “Fuuuuck!”
I think Amelia’s going to take it all, but then Carver hits another tight spot.
“Fuck honey,” he pants, buried halfway now. “Loosen up. Breathe, sweetheart, breathe.”
Amelia does as her lover commands, and there’s a literal whistling sound as her nostrils flare, but he’s not able to get in more.
“Breathe,” he rasps again, his back and thighs tight with tension. “Breathe!”
Amelia’s face takes on a look of strain as she tries to inhale oxygen.
“Unnnh!” she wails. “You’re too big!”
Evan’s broken out in a sweat now, and his big body gleams in the low lights. His face is filled with determination, but no matter what he says and what he does, he can’t get in any further. They strain together some more with him stuck halfway in, but there are no two ways about it. This mission isn’t going to reach completion.
Finally, with a disgruntled swear word, Evan pulls out as Amelia pants, both of them somewhat disoriented.
“Fuck,” my friend grunts, looking down at himself. “That was about five inches.”
“Five inches is good,” comes Brett’s voice from the darkness, startling me. I’d forgotten that our other friend was observing as well. “Carver, you think you can do better? If you get in one inch more than five, then you’re going to win.”
I turn to look at Ava, who’s been watching this dirty scene with wide eyes. But then her pink tongue comes out to flicker across her lips and she nods at me with a sweet smile. That’s when I know we’re not just going to win … but we’re going to rule.
11
Ava
Oh my gosh. As Carver approaches me, my eyes meet his with trepidation. Are we really going to do this?
But before he touches me, my lover merely sits on the mattress by my side and takes my hand.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks. “Because we can say no if you want. I don’t mind. It’s fine. What matters to me the most, Ava, is how you feel.”
That’s when my heart begins beating again because this is the man I’m in love with. The man who puts my needs above his own, and who cares about how I feel in every situation. I smile at him and squeeze his palm.
“I’m okay,” I say in a low voice. “We can do this.”
He leans forward and kisses me then, seizing my lips with passion.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he rumbles, so low the others can’t hear. I smile up at him in return, at peace and frankly, trembling a bit in anticipation now.
“I’m yours,” I repeat against his lips, our hearts beating as one. “Now, what should I do?”
He growls deep in his throat, blue eyes dancing.
“I think hands and knees would be a good position for your first time. You think you can do doggie?”
I giggle at him, everyone else fading to black so that it’s just the two of us on the mattress once more.
“I know I can do doggie,” I say throatily. “Come on, big boy. Let’s win this thing.”
With that, I flip over so that I’m on my hands and knees, my big bottom swaying gently as Carver gets up behind me.
“I’m going to use some lube,” he says, “and rub it into you.”
I nod and wait expectantly for the cool drip of K-Y. But instead, I feel something warm and realize that Carver has spit gently on my bottom hole and that now saliva is oozing over my sensitive pleats.
“Oooh!” I squeal as he massages is in. “Unnh!”
“That’s good,” he intones. “I have another source too.”
This time, he reaches down and scoops up some of the pre-cum beading at his shaft tip. Once again, he reaches over and massages it into and around my waiting hole, and I moan slightly, spreading my knees.
“I think I’m ready,” I breathe.
Carver doesn’t answer in response. Instead, he positions himself behind me, that bulbous glans nudging my sensitive spot.
“You can do it, honey,” he says. “I know you can.”
With that, he begins to push. It’s difficult, for sure, and my eyes squeeze shut at the insistent pressure.
“Unh,” I grunt low in my throat. “Unnnh.”
He strokes my back and then squeezes my haunches.
“You can do it sweetheart, because you’re my special girl. Just relax,” he rumbles in a soothing tone.