Page 80 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

“Anything under eight inches is short,” she breathed as she tugged my pants down.

My cock caught on the fabric, and sprang upward, slapping against my belly once it was free of the waistband.

Her eyes went wide as she pulled my pants down to my ankles, gaze held on the length of my cock.

“You know,” she sighed. “It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t show me this thing before we, erm, you know.”

“Before I fucked you?” I teased, loving the redness in her cheeks.

That redness caused me to grin wider.

“Yes, before you did that,” she whispered, her knees dropping down to our clothes on the floor. “I don’t even know where to start.”

My cock was already weeping at the thought of having her mouth on me.

The tip pearled with pre-cum, causing her to hesitate.

“I want you,” I said. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”

She leaned forward, her tongue out, and lapped at the head of my cock.

My hips lifted up off the chair, and she glanced up at me with a wicked smile before saying, “Tell me what to do to make you like this.”

So I did, in detail, showing her exactly what to do, how hard to do it, and when to do it.

I had to pull her off me, though, when my cock threatened release.

“I want to be inside you,” I panted, eyes squeezed shut.

I felt her get up off the floor.

My eyes opened as I watched her straddle my hips.

“I’m not tall enough to get this thing at my entrance,” she giggled as she balanced on her tiptoes.

I helped her, pushing my dick forward so that she could come down onto it at an angle.

She filled herself up with my cock, her tits quivering as she did.

I slid into her depths, eyes crossing at the sweet heat.

“Shit,” I breathed.

“You’re so big,” she moaned. “I’m so wet for you, and I’m still having to adjust.”

I caught her hips, leaned my head back on the chair behind me, and circled her hips without lifting her off me a single inch.

She hissed in a breath, her eyes going glazed, and threw her head back.

“Yes,” she breathed. “This right here. Don’t stop.”

I planted both feet solidly on the floor and continued to do just that.

See, here was the thing I’d learned about women.

When they say ‘I’m close’ or ‘don’t stop,’ what it really means is keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Don’t change the depth. Don’t change the pace. Don’t blow your load. Don’t change a single fucking thing.

And that was exactly what I did.

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