His Cheerleader #5
"You! You own it, Carson! Ah—fuck, it's too much!" she cried out, her entire body shaking, her vision blurring as she blushed a deep, full-body crimson. Her internal walls began to ripple and contract, a violent, shattering orgasm gripping her from the inside out.
Hearing her scream his name as she came was the final breaking point for Carson.
His protective, obsessive instincts flared to a dangerous peak.
He shoved his hands under her ass, lifting her hips off the mattress to angle her perfectly, and delivered three more deep, punishing thrusts that hit the very back of her womb.
"I'm dumping it all inside you," Carson roared, his voice dropping into a deep, animalistic growl.
He locked his hips tight against hers as his own climax hit him like a freight train.
His entire six-foot-three frame went rigid, his muscles locking up as his massive cock pulsed violently inside her tight, gripping warmth.
He let out a loud, ragged groan, shooting wave after wave of thick, burning hot cum deep inside her pussy, filling her to the very brim until her juices and his seed overflowed, leaking out onto the tangled sheets beneath them.
The morning after the championship game, the university campus was practically vibrating with energy, but the real celebration was happening behind the locked door of Carson’s apartment.
The gold championship trophy sat on his dresser, but the star linebacker didn't care about the metal.
His focus was entirely consumed by the girl curled up in the center of his bed.
Lara woke up slowly, the warm morning sun spilling across the sheets.
She shifted, letting out a soft, satisfied whine as her body reminded her of the absolute workout Carson had given her the night before.
Her muscles ached in the best way possible, and her skin felt completely sensitive, marked with the faint pink evidence of his heavy hands and stubbled jaw.
"Morning, princess," a deep, raspy voice rumbled beside her.
Lara rolled over, a helpless, kick your feet giggle bubbling up from her throat as she found Carson already awake, propping his heavy head up on his hand.
He looked completely relaxed, his dark hair messy, but his eyes were burning with that same fierce, possessive adoration that always made her blush.
He reached out, his massive hand covering her flat stomach, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over her soft skin.
"Morning, champion," Lara teased, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink as she tugged the comforter up to her chin. "You were pretty loud on the field yesterday. The whole stadium heard you screaming after that final sack."
"I was looking for you in the stands," Carson murmured, his voice a low, gravelly purr as he slid closer, his massive, heated body instantly warming her up.
He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of her nose, making her giggle again.
"The second the clock hit zero, the only thing I cared about was getting my hands back on my girl. You looked so fucking beautiful out there cheering for me."
"You're a simp," she whispered, though she couldn't stop the massive smile spreading across her face.
"Yeah, but I'm your simp," Carson growled playfully, his dark eyes darkening as his hand traveled lower, his large fingers hooking into the waistband of the oversized football jersey she was wearing. He slowly slid it up over her hips, exposing her bare, soft thighs to the morning air.
At 21, Carson’s recovery time was legendary.
Even after a full four quarters of brutal football and hours of celebrating in bed, the mere sight of Lara looking soft, rumpled, and entirely hers made his groin twitch.
Beneath the sheets, his thick cock was already rapidly filling with blood, growing heavy, rigid, and rock hard against her thigh.
Lara felt the heavy, pulsing heat of his shaft pressing into her, and her breath hitched. Her pussy gave a sudden, involuntary throb, a wave of slick, sweet moisture instantly coating her inner lips. She blushed a deep, burning crimson, her eyes widening as she looked down at his lap.
"Carson... again? You're completely unhinged," she gasped, her voice trembling with a sudden surge of horniness.
"I told you, Lara, I'm completely obsessed with you," Carson rasped, his voice dropping into a rough, dominant whisper as he pinned her wrists gently above her head with one massive hand.
He crawled over her, his giant frame completely blocking out the sun, his heavy weight settling perfectly between her thighs.
"Your pussy is already soaking wet for me, isn't it? You're a good little slut for me."
"Shut up," Lara whimpered, her head tossing back onto the pillow as he aligned the swollen, heavy head of his cock right against her slick opening.
Without another word, Carson drove his hips forward, burying his thick shaft entirely inside her tight, gripping warmth in one smooth, deep plunge.
Lara let out a loud, breathless gasp, her internal walls instantly clamping down around his rigid length as a massive wave of pure, intense pleasure washed over them both.
He moved inside her with a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm, his heavy pelvis slamming hard against her hips with every thrust, filling the quiet bedroom with the wet, squelching sounds of their frantic coupling.
They moved together in the warm morning light, their voices reduced to desperate whispers and broken confessions of love, cementing their fierce, beautiful connection.
Hours later, completely spent and wrapped tightly in each other's arms, they lay watching the dust motes dance in the sunlight.
The rivalry was entirely dead, replaced by a deep, unbreakable devotion.
Carson kissed her forehead, his large hand resting protectively over her hip, ensuring the whole world knew she belonged to him, and everyone lived happily ever after.
The anticipation is half the pleasure.
Let it linger for a moment longer, then step into another world filled with temptation, excitement, and possibility.