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“Sorry, baby,” he whispered, realizing he hadn’t lubricated this one first. After wetting the end of the new toy with his mouth, he tried to enter her with it again. The big head began to ease its way inside, but didn’t quite go.

“Relax, angel,” he whispered, realizing she’d tensed up. “Relax your muscles. Relax your pussy. Think about fucking me. Think about how good it’s gonna feel to get my big cock inside you.”

He sensed her relaxing and nudged the head of the dildo against her once more in short, firm thrusts. The head began to go, slowly, slowly. “That’s right, baby. You can take this big cock. I know you can.”

The rest of the head disappeared, but damn—it was such a tight fit, his next gentle thrusts didn’t move it a fraction of an inch. “Is this hurting, angel?”

She shook her head against her pillow. “No. But…”

“But what?”

She let out a distressed sigh. “I’m not sure this one is going to fit. It’s
so
huge. I don’t think it’s going to work.”

He tilted his head. He wanted desperately to keep trying. He wanted desperately to fuck her…to
make love
to her. Yep, make love, because after all they were going through to get there, by the time it happened, he knew it was going to be more than just a fuck. Maybe it would have been more than just a fuck anyway, given how thoroughly she’d taken over his mind and permeated his senses. Either way, he didn’t want to quit—he wanted so badly to know the joy of being inside her, of having her wrap her arms and legs around him, of having her pant and moan for
his
cock—not one of these toys, and to come in her. He needed to come in her like he needed to breathe.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said.

She sat up slightly, on her elbows. “What?”

“Do you have a razor here?”

She nodded, looking uncertain.

“Shaving cream?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled slightly. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded again, looking so serious it made his heart feel like it was bending, twisting into a knot in his chest.

“Then come with me,” he said, taking her hand and helping her up from the bed.

He led her into the bathroom, pleased to see a big, oval-shaped Jacuzzi tub. Turning on the water and testing it for warmth, he plugged the tub and added a generous helping of the bubble bath he found on the sink. She stood behind him naked the whole time, clearly waiting to be filled in, until finally she said, “What are you doing?”

He turned on her with a grin. “Brace yourself.”

Her eyes went wide.

“I’m gonna shave your pussy,” he said.

Chapter Six

“What?” she gasped, clearly stunned.

“You heard me,” he replied with a smile. “I’m gonna shave the hair off your pussy.”

“Why?” She looked completely confused.

“Two reasons,” he said, holding up two fingers. “One—I like shaved pussies. And two—it’ll excite you. So much that maybe, just maybe, you’ll open up enough to get me inside.”

She simply blinked. “What makes you so sure it’ll excite me?”

He hesitated, not wanting to say too much, wanting to make sure she felt special—because she
was
special. “I just happen to know that most women find it very erotic to remove the hair from their pussies, whether they do it or someone else does.”

“Have you shaved someone before?”

He grinned. “No. It’ll be a first.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And you think I’m going to let you play with a razor
there
?”

“That’s where the trust comes in, angel.”

She sighed. “And do you feel totally confident you can accomplish this without cutting me?”

He tilted his head. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I had even the slightest doubt.” He narrowed his gaze on her. “Besides, I can’t imagine anything hotter than removing your hair there, baring your pussy to me. Think of it as…a gift. That you’re giving me.”

Carrie’s breathing began to feel uneven. She was beginning to think there was honestly nothing—
nothing
—she would deny this man. For even as his request had turned her instantly nervous, so far he’d brought her only the greatest pleasure, and as she contemplated having him kneel between her legs and shave her, her pussy began to feel even more engorged with heat than it had all night, tingling and achy. “Okay,” she said.

She expected him to flash his usual sexy grin, but instead, he only narrowed his eyes into hot slits. “Get the shaving cream.”

She turned to dig in the bag where she’d packed her bathroom items, producing a lavender can and a pink disposable razor. He took them from her and set them on the edge of the tub, then turned off the water. Stepping in, he settled slowly down into the frothing bubbles before patting the tub’s edge. “Sit here.”

Immersing her feet in the warm water beneath the white suds, she lowered her ass to the side of the tub.

“Spread your legs, as wide as you can, and sit as close to the edge as possible.”

She did as he asked, scooting outward a couple of inches.

He moved between her legs, studying her pussy. “So fucking pretty, baby,” he breathed, lowering a light kiss to her swollen clit. The pleasure shot through her, thick and sweet. He smiled up into her eyes. “But it’s gonna be even prettier in a few minutes.”

She bit her lip, watching as he shook up her shaving cream and sprayed a dollop into his palm. He took two slow swipes with it, one on each side of her gaping slit, gliding it down toward her ass.

Lifting the razor, he drew it swift but gentle up from the back of her thigh over the widest part of her mound. The sight of him, doing something so personal, in the most intimate place on her body, added to the sensations in her pussy, igniting fresh flames.

He worked carefully, slowly, coming in from the outer region, easing the razor up the ridge that edged her pink slit. Each stroke filled her with a new, deeper sort of lust. Her breasts grew so heavy she could barely stand it, and she could have sworn her cunt swelled with excitement even as he worked over it.

When he finished the first side, he smiled up at her. “Your pussy’s so hot, angel.”

She nearly hissed in her breath as ripples of pleasure ran up her arms, down her thighs. “Sure as hell getting that way,” she murmured.

He grinned. “I told you.”

She could only nod.

He shaved the other side in the same slow, deliberate fashion. The entire time, her cunt felt on the edge of explosion. Watching, she could see her mound being denuded, just like she’d noticed on some girls who’d eventually gotten naked on the
Party Barge
, and on her hotel neighbor, Amy. It was as if she were baring herself—her body and soul—to him even further, as if she were letting him become even more intimate with her most private area, something she hadn’t thought possible. Heat and tension gathered thick between her thighs—she felt herself dripping from her center. Each time he raised his gaze to hers, she saw that stark intimacy in his eyes, too. It was almost too much to survive—too much desire to bear. She had to take a deep breath, work to steady her breathing, lest she begin to tremble.

Finally, he splashed a little water up to wash away the remains of shaving cream—and even that set off tiny fireworks inside her. Glancing down, she saw he’d left the hair above her pussy untouched, only shaving it to a little point that met the top of her slit.

Then he checked his work, running his fingers over her newly silken skin below. “Mmm, you’re so slick and smooth for me now, angel.” His fingers, gliding over her soft, bare flesh, sent still more darts of pleasure through the depths of her cunt.

“Ease down on your knees in the tub for me, babe,” he instructed.

She immersed her pussy just slightly in the water before raising back up to kneel before him. She caught a glimpse of his enormous cock standing at full attention, jutting up through the bubbles. The sight stirred her so deeply, she said, “I have to suck you,” and immediately bent to take him in her mouth. She’d had those fake cocks filling her pussy—she needed desperately to take his real one into her, in
some
way.

God, it felt amazing to be able to give him a blowjob in the tub without even being close to dipping her face in the water. She wanted so much to please him—she worked her hungry mouth up and down, taking as much of his shaft as she could, loving the way it filled her mouth, stretching it in the same way he was attempting to stretch her pussy. Like her cunt, her mouth had never had such a big cock, either, and his size easily magnified her pleasure.

When she released him, he looked weak with passion but determined, and she realized he held the big ten-inch dildo in his hand. Submerging it in the bubbles and water, he brought it up between her thighs and thrust it into her pussy.

She let out a cry of sheer shock—and a nanosecond of pain—before realizing it was inside her. “Oh God,” she whimpered, “oh
God
. So big.”

“
Good
big?” he asked, sounding as frantic with desire as she felt.

She nodded emphatically, then sank down on it.

“Oh, baby, watching that felt almost as good as if it were
my
cock.”

Gritting her teeth, she moved up and down on the incredibly large toy, thrilled and amazed and so full, so utterly full. “
Make
it your cock,” she said, teeth still clenched in a pleasure so deep and dirty it was almost agonizing. “Ram it into me. Make me take it.”

He drew back slightly, his expression flaring with heat and surprise.

Without a word, he pulled the toy out of her, abandoning it somewhere in the tub, and moved up under her, sliding his legs between hers. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her opening just over the tip of his massive cock, then pulled her down as he drove up into her with a hard groan.

The forceful plunge literally took her breath away, leaving her to gasp as her head fell back. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whimpered.

His lips trembled when she looked down on him. “Does it hurt?”

Her own mouth quivered, as well, when she answered. “A little. But you’re in me now. And it’s so good.
So
good. And you’re
so
big.” She let her eyes fall shut, overwhelmed with the sensation, gripping his broad shoulders tight as she forced her eyes back open, the utter sensuality of their connection taking hold inside her to wash away the pain. “My God, you’re enormous,” she said on a moan. “And I
love
your big cock. I love it in me. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me now.”

His eyes drifted shut, too, and she understood he was having as deep an experience as she was. “So good inside you, angel,” he whispered, opening his eyes to gaze at her. “
So
tight. I’ve never felt anything better wrapped around my cock.”

Easing his hands up to roam her back and caress her breasts, he let them glide back to her hips as he began to slowly pump up into her. With each warm drive, she felt him everywhere—she felt his thrusts in her fingertips, in her toes, and everyplace in between. Each molecule of her body was filled with him, not just her pussy.

Slowly, tentatively, she began to meet his solid thrusts, until they grew firmer, somehow even more filling, although that seemed impossible.

His hands rose back to her breasts, covering them with soapy bubbles as he squeezed and molded, pinching her nipples between his fingertips.

She rode him harder. She could scarcely believe she
could
ride him harder without killing herself, but her body urged her to fuck him hard and fast. She cried out with each pump of his cock, amazed that any sexual experience could be this overwhelming, fulfilling. She’d always enjoyed sex before, but this—Chris’s hard, beautiful cock—took her to a new plane.

As she rode him, her clit rubbed against him, driving her toward orgasm. Her thighs filled with the sweet ache of rising sensation, coming pleasure. Her breasts ached, too, needing still more of him. Reaching up to swipe the soap away, she commanded him, “Suck them.”

He complied with a deep growl that seemed to echo through her as he closed his mouth over her nipple with hard enthusiasm.

“Oh God, yes,” she murmured as the sensation filled her chest, her cunt, and that tremendous cock of his continued pounding up into her, making her entire body feel his strokes. “Mmm, yes, yes.”

He released her breast only to breathe, “Come for me, angel,” and as he closed his lips around her nipple, drawing in deep, she did.

The orgasm rocked her body with spasms unlike any she’d ever known. Her head fell back as she cried out desperately with each electrifying wave of heat that shook her. It was like an earthquake inside her body, and like her earlier climax with him, it didn’t stop when she expected it to—it stretched out, the waves of pleasure coming and coming and coming, until her throat began to hurt from screaming with each one.

When finally it waned, she looked at him, peering into those blue, blue eyes, feeling like she could be content this way forever.

“Tell me how full your pussy is,” he whispered.

She moaned at the very thought. “My pussy is so stretched beyond capacity, baby, that I feel like your cock is the biggest part of me right now.”