His Cheerleader #4
"I’m an idiot, Lara. A stupid, cocky athlete who didn't know how to handle the fact that the most beautiful, fierce girl on this campus loathed his guts. I was losing my fucking mind because I wanted you so bad. I've been in love with you for two years,
and when I finally got to hold you against that wall... when you kissed me back... I thought I was dreaming."
Lara stood entirely frozen, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.
Hearing the most dominant, arrogant guy on campus completely strip away his armor and confess his love in a broken, trembling voice was doing insane things to her sanity.
She felt a furious blush creeping up her cheeks, her toes curling inside her sneakers.
"I ruined it," Carson whispered, a tear finally sliding down his rugged, stubbled cheek as he took a step back, his head bowing.
The absolute groveling was raw, real, and completely devoid of any games.
"I saw how scared you got when the lights came back on, and I should have chased you then. I should have protected you. I’m so fucking sorry. If you want me to leave, if you want me to never look at you again, I'll do it. Just tell me you don't completely hate me."
Lara swallowed the heavy lump in her throat, her hands shaking as she looked at his massive, bowed form.
The emotional damage was still there, but looking at how utterly devastated he was—how completely undone he had become just from the thought of losing her—made something inside her snap.
He hadn't just fallen first; he had fallen entirely at her feet.
She took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them until her small sneakers were touching the toes of his heavy boots.
"You're a complete idiot, Carson," she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached up, her small fingers gently wrapping around his thick wrist.
Carson’s head snapped up, his dark eyes wide and full of a desperate, pathetic hope that made Lara’s clit give a sharp, sudden throb of pure heat.
"But if you ever let another girl sit that close to you again," she threatened softly, a tiny, fierce smirk finally breaking through her tears, "I will personally make sure the defense fails every single drug test this season."
Carson let out a ragged, disbelieving laugh, his hands instantly coming up to cup her face with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a guy his size. "Never again. You're the only one. I promise."
Carson didn’t waste another second. He scooped Lara up into his arms, his massive biceps locking under her thighs and lower back as he carried her toward his truck parked in the auxiliary lot.
She buried her face in his neck, giggling softly as her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her earlier heartbreak completely melting away under the fierce, overwhelming weight of his devotion.
By the time they reached his off campus apartment, the tension in the cab of his truck had reached a suffocating, blinding peak. Carson unlocked the front door, ushered her inside, and slammed it shut, locking it with a heavy click before turning to devour her.
He pressed her back against the door, his large hands instantly sliding under her oversized hoodie to grip her waist.
"Lara," he growled against her mouth, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he kissed her with a deep, hungry aggression.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I'm going to make it up to you all night. I'm going to worship you."
Lara whimpered into his mouth, her hands gripping his massive shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping tightly around his thick waist.
She felt his rock-hard, heavy dick pressing violently against her through his sweatpants, already fully erect and throbbing with a desperate need.
He carried her into his dark bedroom, dropping her gently onto the center of his mattress before climbing over her, his giant frame completely eclipsing her.
"Let me look at you," Carson rasped, his breath hot as he tugged her hoodie over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tight black sports bra and small spandex shorts.
His eyes darkened, burning with pure obsession as he took in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest.
"You're so fucking perfect, Lara. You belong to me. Tell me you belong to me."
"I do," she gasped, blushing furiously, her toes curling against the sheets as she reached up to pull his sleeveless shirt off. Her small fingers traced the hard, defined ridges of his chest and abs, amazed by the sheer scale of his muscle. "Carson, please... I'm so horny. I want you inside me."
"Not yet, Lara. I'm taking my time with you," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.
He slid down her body, his heavy hands smoothing over her stomach before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her spandex shorts.
He dragged them down along with her underwear, tossing them onto the floor.
Lara’s breath caught in her throat as she lay completely bare beneath him, her legs parted slightly as she exposed her glistening groin to his intense gaze.
Her pussy was already soaking wet, a thick sheen of her natural moisture coating her pink lips and dripping down toward her ass.
Carson let out a dark, primal groan at the sight. He crawled between her thighs, his large knees pushing her legs wide open. He leaned down, his face mere inches from her swollen flesh, smelling the intoxicating, musky sweetness of her arousal.
"Look at how wet you are for me," Carson whispered, his thumb reaching out to swipe over her engorged, pulsing clit.
A loud, wet squelch filled the quiet room, and Lara screamed out, her hips arching off the bed as a violent jolt of pleasure shot straight to her core.
"You're pouring it out for me, aren't you, you little slut? Soaking wet just from me talking to you."
"Yes... oh god, yes, Carson," she cried out, her fingers digging desperately into the mattress.
Carson didn't make her wait. He pressed his face directly into her crotch, his hot tongue flashing out to lick a long, slow stripe from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her throbbing clit.
Lara let out a ragged sob, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows as his tongue began to work over her with expert, dominant precision.
He sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it violently while shoving two large fingers deep into her tight, slick canal.
The sound in the bedroom was entirely explicit—the heavy, squelching noise of his fingers pumping inside her wet warmth mixed with the desperate, breathless gasps escaping Lara's lips.
She was completely at his mercy, her body trembling under his sheer size and power as he ate her out, driving her closer and closer to an explosive breaking point before he even touched his own clothes.
Carson pulled his face away from her dripping core, his mouth slick and glistening with her juices. He stood up beside the bed for a fraction of a second, just long enough to shove his gray sweatpants down his thick, heavily muscled legs.
Lara gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him in the dim light.
He was magnificent—and terrifying. His cock was massive, a thick, brutal shaft that stood straight up against his lower abs, pulsing violently with a deep purple hue.
A heavy, clear drop of pre-cum was already oozing from the swollen head, and the thick veins wrapping around his length looked tight enough to snap.
His heavy balls hung low and full, tight against his thighs.
"Carson..." she whispered, her voice trembling as a fresh wave of heat completely soaked her inner thighs.
"You like looking at it?" Carson rasped, his voice completely unhinged with lust as he crawled back over her.
He gripped her ankles, pushing her knees all the way back until they were resting near her shoulders, exposing her pulsing, dark pink pussy fully to his view.
"Look at how big I am for you. You're so small, Lara. I'm going to stretch this tight little pussy out until you're begging me to stop."
He grabbed the base of his rigid cock, aligning the heavy head directly against her soaking wet lips. The moment his burning skin met her slick, scalding opening, Lara let out a high-pitched whimper, her fingers clawing at his back.
"Please, Carson. Now. Fuck me, please."
"Take it, you little slut," Carson growled.
He drove his hips forward, burying his thick shaft into her tight canal in one heavy, dominant plunge.
Lara screamed out, a raw, ragged sound of pure, overwhelming pleasure tearing from her throat as his massive size stretched her walls to their absolute limit.
He went so deep his heavy balls slapped hard against her soaking wet pussy lips, a wet, fleshy smack echoing in the quiet room.
"Oh god, you're so tight," Carson groaned, his upper body shaking as her hot walls clamped down around him like a vice.
He froze for a moment, his jaw clenched, his veins bulging in his neck as he fought the intense urge to cum instantly.
"You feel so fucking good, Lara. You wrap around my cock so perfectly."
Lara couldn't speak. Her hands moved to his thick waist, her hips twitching upward, desperate for more of the agonizingly perfect friction.
Carson began to move, establishing a brutal, rhythmic pace.
He pulled nearly all the way out, letting her tight lips slide over the sensitive head of his shaft, before slamming back in with everything he had.
The sounds filling the bedroom were entirely raw and explicit—the wet, heavy squelching of his thick cock sliding through her overflowing juices, the rhythmic thud of his heavy pelvis bruising her hips, and the vocal, breathless dirty talk pouring from his lips.
"You're mine, Lara. Tell me who owns this wet pussy," he demanded, his pace quickening into a relentless, driving sprint. He reached down, his thumb finding her engorged clit and rubbing it violently with every single thrust, sending her into a state of pure sensory overload.