Breaking The Girl

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Celeb of choice in this story is Carrie Underwood. The codes are (MF, cons, oral). Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. Or better yet, write it yourself.

Breaking The Girl
By voodoojoe

“These are the top three choices,” the director said, setting three pictures in front of Carrie Underwood. They were casting the male lead for her new music video and Carrie was being given final say on who to cast.

“That one,” Carrie said, pointing at the picture in the middle.

“All three are here if you want to meet them,” the director said.

“No, him,” Carrie said, again pointing at the middle picture. She couldn’t really explain it, but there was just something about the picture that compelled her and she knew that if he could draw her in with just a picture then he’d have no problem drawing people in.

“You’re the boss,” the director said, motioning for his assistant to let the chosen guy in. “We want chemistry between the two of you so maybe you should spend some time with him and develop a rapport. We can always recast if you don’t like him.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Carrie muttered, her eyes locked firmly on the cute guy walking toward her.

“That’s what I like to hear,” the director said. “Well, I’ll let you get to get to know Eric a bit. We have a few days before we’re due to start filming so there’s no rush.”

“I hear you’re the reason I got the job,” Eric said when he got to Carrie. “Should I buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you?”

“You don’t have to,” Carrie said, feeling the strange compulsion to him return, only stronger since he was actually standing there instead of just looking at a picture.

“Okay,” Eric said. “But what if I want to, would that get you to accept?”

“Well, we are supposed to spend some time together,” Carrie said, unable to say no.

“Great, now do you want coffee or something stronger?” Eric asked as they headed for the door.

“It’s a little early to be drinking, don’t you think?” Carrie asked as Eric held the door open for her and they emerged into the sunlight.

“It’s after noon and you don’t have anything to do this afternoon, do you?” Eric asked her.

“No, but-,” Carrie started to protest.

“Then there’s no problem,” Eric said, cutting her off as he led her down the street. Reaching the entrance of a bar he held the door open for her and motioned her through.

Shrugging her shoulders Carrie went inside. She wanted to object since she’d never been much of a drinker, let alone in the early afternoon, but she couldn’t find the words. For some reason she found herself powerless to say no.

“Why don’t you find a table while I order,” Eric suggested as he moved towards the bar.

Glancing around the dimly lit place Carrie spotted an empty table in the back by the pool table. Moving towards it she slipped the strap of her purse around one of the chairs and sat down. A few moments after taking a seat Eric returned with two coffee cups and set one in front of her.

“It’s coffee,” Carrie said, taking a sip and not finding any form of alcohol in it.

“Can’t put anything by you,” Eric said, grinning at her surprise. “I told you I’d buy you a cup of coffee.”

“Yeah, but then you started talking about something stronger and brought me to a bar,” Carrie explained. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting regular coffee.”

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises,” Eric said, standing up. “But since I bought the coffee, I think you should be the one to pony the quarters for the pool table.”

“I’m really bad,” Carrie said, waving her hands in front of her and shaking her head.

“I’m not exactly the Cincinnati kid or anything,” Eric said, grabbing one of her hands and pulling her out of her chair. “We can talk while we play.”

“Fine,” Carrie said, once more bending to his whim.

“So, buck a ball sound good to you?” Eric asked her as she grabbed a cue off the rack on the wall.

“I don’t think so,” Carrie said. She barely wanted to play, let alone do it for money.

“Okay, then how about if one of us makes a shot the other has to reveal some little detail about ourselves?” Eric asked as he racked up the balls. “That was we can really learn more about each other.”

“That actually sounds doable,” Carrie said, bending down to line up her shot.

“Speaking of doable,” Eric muttered to himself as he stared down the barrel of Carrie’s cleavage in the blouse she was wearing.

“I heard that,” Carrie said, striking the white cue ball and sending it colliding into the other balls.

“Sorry, the cleavage affected my brain. Won’t happen again,” Eric said as he lined up his shot. “Not until the next time you bend over like that anyway.”

“At least you’re up front about it,” Carrie said, watching as Eric knocked a striped ball into the corner pocket.

“That’s one for me,” Eric said, putting the butt of his cue on the ground and leaning against it as he waited for Carrie to divulge her detail.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Carrie said, making him wait an extra moment or two. “I love horror movies.”

“I really don’t see it,” Eric said. “Okay, so who was the killer in the first Friday The 13th movie?”

“You could’ve at least picked something that didn’t get Drew Barrymore killed in the first Scream, you know,” Carrie pointed out. “She answered Jason, but of course the real answer is that his mother, Mrs. Voorhies, did it. Jason didn’t start killing people until the second one.”

“Damn, I love it when a woman gets geeky,” Eric said, grinning as he picked up his cue and lined up his next shot.

“Um, you’re supposed to be stripes,” Carrie pointed out after Eric had knocked in a solid colored ball.

“Huh?” Eric asked her.

“Your first one was a striped one, making you stripes and me solids. So that solid one you just knocked in was one of mine,” Carrie responded. “I think that means you have to tell me something.”

“I’m from Texas,” Eric said.

“Really? You don’t sound like it,” Carrie said.

“When I moved out to LA I had to lose my accent, but I can still pull it out when I need to,” Eric said, dropping into his Texas drawl.

“I guess you’re a Longhorns fan then,” Carrie said, bending over to line up her shot. As she started to bend over she thought for a hesitated for a moment about giving him another glance down her shirt but felt a little thrill run through her as she actually bent lower to give him a better glimpse. “Keep in mind that I’m from Oklahoma.”

“Actually, no,” Eric said, his eyes glued to the view she was providing instead of on the ball. “My dad went to Texas A&M, so I’m a lifelong Aggies fan.”

“I got one,” Carrie said, straightening up.

“Huh?” Eric asked, looking around the table. “I really need to start paying attention. Damn, what can I tell you about myself?”

“I should get to ask the question this time,” Carrie said.

“Whatever, but remember that you set the precedent,” Eric said, thinking of a couple less than wholesome questions he could ask.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” Carrie asked after a moment of thought.

“I guess you could say a little bit of everything,” Eric answered as Carrie set up her next shot. “As a southern boy I’d be disowned if I didn’t listen to at least a little country, but I also listen to quite a bit of pop. My favorite though is rock. There’s nothing quite like the adrenaline rush that comes from listening to a band like Guns ‘N’ Roses.”

“Darn,” Carried said as she knocked the cue ball into one of the pockets and scratched.

“You have no idea how cute that was, you trying to be all ladylike and not swear and all,” Eric told her, grinning as he retrieved the cue ball.

“Glad I could amuse you,” Carrie said, leaning against the edge of the table as he hit one of his balls into a side pocket.

“Ooh, I get to ask a question,” Eric said. “How many people have you slept with?”

“Two,” Carrie replied, surprising herself that she answered such a personal question.

“Any of them girls?” Eric asked, surveying the table and seeing one of his balls sitting right next to a pocket only a short distance from the cue ball.

“No,” Carrie said, shocked that he’d asked it.

“See, you could have refused to answer and made me waste a question on it later,” Eric said as he bumped another ball into a pocket. “Too late now though. So, when was the last time you went out on a date?”

“Geez, it’s been months. I’ve just been so busy that I haven’t had time,” Carrie answered. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”

“Maybe you like giving up control,” Eric suggested.

“But I don’t,” Carrie protested. She’d never be highly outgoing before, but she’d never felt this impulse to comply like she was feeling with Eric. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and part of her actually seemed to find it rather amiable, but the feeling was so alien that she wasn’t sure where it had come from.

“I tell you what then,” Eric said, lining his stick up with the cue ball. “If I sink the eight ball right here, then I get to take you out on a date.”

“You won’t make it,” Carrie said, seeing the eight ball hiding behind another ball.

“Probably not, but that means the odds are in your favor,” Eric said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Fine, you make it and you can take me out,” Carrie said, feeling a little thrill run through her at the idea of leaving her evening plans up to the fates.

“Hmm, if I bank it off that side it should bounce off right into the eight ball,” Eric said, trying to remember his physics class in high school. Pulling back his stick he struck the cue ball and watched it act exactly like he thought it should. “Pick you up at the studio about six?”

“You’re a lot better than you let on,” Carrie said.

“It’s called a hustle,” Eric said, grinning at her. “You can back out if you want, but you won’t.”

“What makes you say that?” Carrie asked him.

“You committed yourself a while ago, you just didn’t know it,” Eric responded, putting their cues back on the rack on the wall. “Well, I have plans for this afternoon, but you might want to dress casual for tonight.”

Too stunned to say anything, Carrie merely stood there and watched him walk toward the door. As he opened the door he turned to look back at her and waved before walking through it into the open air.

+ * + * +

“Where are we going?” Carrie asked Eric as they stopped at a red light. She’d considered canceling but as he’d predicted she hadn’t. If anything, she’d buzzed around all afternoon in anticipation of her first date in what felt like forever.

“I could tell you, but that would ruin the surprise,” Eric said. As he waited for the light to turn green he took the moment to turn his head and let his eyes wander over her. Like he’d suggested, she’d gone casual with jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt that clung to her body in all the right places.

“What made you so sure that I’d show up tonight?” Carrie asked as the car started rolling again.

“The fact that you answered my question about how many guys you’d had sex with,” Eric responded. “In my experience, there are two basic groups of women. First, you have the sluts and teases that will sleep with, or make you think they’ll sleep with just about anyone. Then you have the nice girls that like to wait and get to know a guy before they hop in the sack with him. When it comes to the first group, if you ask them they’ll probably tell you just to brag, or make you think you have a shot with them. A nice girl though, she’ll only tell you if she’s comfortable around you. Since you’re about as nice as a girl can get, the fact that you answered told me you were comfortable enough to catch a movie with me.”

“Aha, so you’re taking me to a movie,” Carrie said, satisfied that she’d caught him giving out too much information.

“I never was any good at keeping secrets,” Eric said, shrugging his shoulders.

“If you know what you’re doing, people better die gruesome deaths in it,” Carrie said, leaning back in her seat.

“Since it’s Halloween time, there’s a theater nearby running nothing but horror movies,” Eric said. “This afternoon I stopped by and bought a couple tickets to see the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I wanted Halloween, but they’re saving that for Tuesday, for obvious reasons.”

“You are this close to being my hero,” Carrie said, holding up her hand with her thumb and index finger about an inch apart. “If you say there’s a veggie pizza hiding in the back seat, it’ll be official.”

“Nope, no pizza, but we can stop after the movie if you want,” Eric suggested, as he pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater.

“Why exactly don’t you have a girlfriend?” Carrie asked as they walked toward the theater. “Because if you don’t have some dark side, or you’re gay or something, then you’re too nice a guy to be available.”

“I just got out of a pretty serious relationship a few months ago, so this is really the first date I’ve been on in a long time as well,” Eric said.

“Really? What happened?” Carrie asked as Eric presented their tickets.

“She said I wasn’t there for her enough,” Eric said, shrugging his shoulders. “Which tends to mean that she got tired of me and wanted to go try her luck with someone else.”

“I’ve been there,” Carrie said as they walked across the lobby. “My high school boyfriend gave me some line about how we’d grown apart. Turned out I wasn’t putting out enough for him so he went and found someone that would.”

“You could always use me to make him jealous, I wouldn’t mind,” Eric said as they entered the theater.

“I think seeing me on CMT every time he turns on the tv is doing the trick just fine,” Carrie said. “Thanks for offering though.”

+ * + * +

“When I was twelve or thirteen, the last Halloween I actually went trick-or-treating, I dressed up as Freddie Kruger,” Eric said as they sat at a table eating a vegetarian pizza. “Except I couldn’t afford anything but the mask, so I wore an old sweater of mine. It was blue and white striped instead of red and green, but it worked well enough as far as I was concerned. Then to make the glove I showed the kind of ingenuity that causes parents fits because I used one of my mom’s good leather garden gloves and stuck nails through the ends of the fingers so they’d look like blades. My mom was impressed that I’d thought of it, but I still got grounded and had to buy her a new pair of gloves to replace the ones I’d ruined.”

“When I was fifteen I wanted to be Michael Myers for my friend’s Halloween party but my mom wouldn’t let me because it wasn’t ladylike enough,” Carrie said, grabbing the last slice of pizza. “So I settled for a vampire, but my dad just about had a heart attack when I dyed my hair black and put on a dress that showed a little too much cleavage for his liking.”

“If you have pictures, I demand to see them,” Eric said, reaching across the table to steal a mushroom from the top of her slice.

“Hey, get your own piece,” Carrie said, pulling her pizza away before he could take any more of her toppings. “And I have pictures, but I can’t show them to anyone that doesn’t have high level clearance. Which means you have to get past my dad and his shotgun collection.”

“That might be the toughest decision I’ve ever been faced with. Seeing pictures of you with dark hair and showing lots of teenage cleavage, or passing and keeping my streak of days without having a gun pointed at me intact. That’s a real toughie,” Eric said, holding out his hands and moving them as if they were scales he was using to weigh the decision with.

“It really wasn’t ‘lots’ of cleavage, but it’s still pretty much the most daring thing I’ve ever worn,” Carrie said, finishing off the last of her slice of pizza.

“Do you want more pizza or should we call it an evening?” Eric asked her.

“If I eat another bite I think I’ll explode,” Carrie sighed, patting her stomach.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I ate that mushroom or you’d be blowing up right now,” Eric said as he got up from the table.

“No, there’s always room for mushrooms,” Carrie said over her shoulder as he followed her out of the pizza place.

+ * + * +

“Nice neighborhood,” Eric said, glancing around at all the fancy homes as he drove Carrie home.

“Yeah, it is,” Carrie said. “I don’t live here though. I moved to Nashville last year, but I figured if I was going to be out here a couple weeks I might as well rent a house instead of spending the money on a hotel.”

“Makes sense to me,” Eric said as she directed him to the house she was staying in.

“I had fun tonight,” Carrie said as she unbuckled her seat belt.

“Who wouldn’t have fun with a classic horror movie as the featured attraction?” Eric said, smirking as he pushed open his car door. As she started to open hers he rushed around the front of the car and opened it for her instead. “A gentleman should always escort a lady to the door. I’m not really a gentleman, but customs should still be observed once in a while.”

“For the record, she’s an idiot,” Carrie said as she got out of the car.

“Who’s an idiot?” Eric asked as they walked toward the front door.

“The woman that dumped you for not being a good enough boyfriend,” Carrie elaborated. “If anything, you’re too good to be true.”

“Nah, my mom just made damn sure she trained me well for when the right woman came along,” Eric said. “You can blame her. In fact, if you want I’ll give you her address if you want to mail your complaints directly to her.”

“I’ll make sure to do that,” Carrie said, slipping her key in the door.

After she’d unlocked it she turned to smile at him once more. As she lowered her head to put her keys back in her purse Eric reached out and put his right hand on her cheek, tilting her head up towards him. Leaning in he pressed his lips against hers.

Leaning back against the door Carrie cupped his cheeks with her hands and returned the kiss. As his left hand traveled up her side she wanted to push it away and stop its advance but her hands refused to budge from his face. When it settled on her breast she merely moaned into his mouth and felt a rush of heat radiate out from the palm of his hand through her t-shirt.

“Want me to go?” Eric breathlessly asked her when he’d broken the kiss.

Shaking her head Carrie reached behind her and twisted the doorknob. As the door opened Eric resumed the kiss and pushed her through it. Once through the doorway he felt behind him with his foot and kicked the door closed.

Unwilling to break the kiss, but not wanting to stay hunched over Eric reached his arms around her. He lifted her up and her legs instinctively scissored around his waist. Sliding one hand down her back he slipped his arm under her ass to help support her weight.

Not wanting to carry her all the way upstairs for fear it would give her time to think about what she was about to do Eric turned and entered the first room he found. She hadn’t backed out on anything yet, but as he pushed the stakes he couldn’t be certain his luck would hold out forever. Breaking the kiss long enough flip on the light he saw that they’d entered a living room area. Spotting a couch in the middle of the room he carried her over to it and laid her down on it.

With Carrie on her back Eric moved down to kiss her neck as he slipped a hand underneath the fabric of her t-shirt. Pressing his palm against her bare stomach he slowly moved it upward. As he pushed her shirt up as his hand went along he could feel tension in her muscles but she didn’t make a move to push him away so he continued on his way.

Grabbing the bottom of her shirt with one hand he urged her to sit up with the other. Tugging on her shirt he pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of the couch. As she lay back down on the couch he kissed his way down from her neck, between her breasts before stalling on her lower stomach.

Reaching for unbutton her jeans Eric planted kisses around her stomach. When he had her jeans undone he tugged them down over her hips to reveal a pair of pink panties in contrast to the white bra she was wearing. As he pulled her jeans down though he sensed that her nervousness was building instead of losing herself in the moment.

“Want me to stop?” Eric finally asked her as he held her jeans in his hand.

“No,” Carrie meekly said. It was so unlike her to be swept off her feet and fall into bed with a guy like this that part of her did want to stop him but a bigger part of her wanted to keep on going, to give up control and be different for a night.

Reading the apprehension on her face Eric pulled back away from her momentarily. He thought about stopping altogether until she was a bit surer of what she wanted, but then he looked into her eyes and saw the pleading look she was fixing him with.

Deciding that if she really wanted to stop she’d tell him he dropped her pants on the ground and scooted further down her body until he was settled between her legs, half on the couch and half off. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties he licked her pussy through the fabric as he inched them down, slowly exposing a patch of light brown pubic hair.

When Carrie lifted her hips for him to pull her panties over her ass their eyes locked. Hers were wide with the same mix of nerves and excitement she’d shown ever since he’d kissed her, but there was a fire starting to build behind her brown eyes as the excitement began to take over.

Lifting Carrie’s legs Eric pushed them together and up until her feet were pointed at the ceiling pulled her. Pulling her panties completely off he dropped them on top of her jeans and let his hands caress her calves as he let her legs come back down, bent at the knees with her feet on the cushions of the couch.

Putting his hands on her knees Eric pushed them apart. His hands stroked the insides of her thighs as he let them slide down the creamy skin. When they reached her pussy he extended one of his thumbs and lightly dragged it the length of her slit, drawing a slight hiss as Carrie sucked in a shallow breath.

“Please,” Carrie murmured softly when he continued to tease her.

“Tell me what you want,” Eric told her as he lowered his head until his mouth was mere inches away from her pussy.

“Eat me,” Carrie said quietly. Her hands were resting on her stomach and nervously tapping her fingers as she lifted her head to watch him.

“Louder,” Eric said, finally figuring out that she really wanted him to take full control.

“Eat me,” Carrie repeated, slightly louder as he blew a stream of hot air across her snatch.

“I can stop if you want,” Eric said, letting his thumb apply a bit more pressure against her clit when it reached the top. Even though he was allowing her tell him what she wanted, he was still exercising his control by forcing her to admit to her desires.

“Eat my pussy,” Carrie said loud enough to satisfy him.

“Then what?” Eric asked her before extending his tongue and dragging it along her slit like he had with his thumb.

“Fuck me,” Carrie hissed in a half moan. “Eat me, then fuck me.”

Grinning at her request Eric set about fulfilling it. Using his thumbs to pull her labia apart he let his tongue dawdle at the entrance to her pussy for a bit. He gave her a couple long licks before folding his tongue and drilling it into her hole.

“Uh,” Carrie moaned, her eyes transfixed by the sight of his tongue buried in her cunt.

As he continued to lick up the drops of pussy juice that were starting to flow he moved one of his thumbs up to press against her clit. The pressure against her sensitive nub caused Carrie’s eyes to flutter shut momentarily as her hips bucked. Keeping his thumb pressed firmly against her clit he let the movement of her hips dictate the movement of his thumb.

“I want to hear you,” Eric said, pulling his tongue away momentarily.

“Lick my pussy,” Carrie pleaded as she hunched her hips, pressing her clit against his thumb.

Deciding to change tactics he dragged his tongue along the length of her slit again, this time flicking her clit when it reached the top. As she mewled in pleasure he flattened his tongue and dragged it roughly against her bud, drawing a sharp moan.

While he was working on her clit he pressed the middle finger of his right hand against her hole. Easing it inside her he marveled at how tight she was. She wasn’t a virgin but her short, compact frame combined with her relative inexperience and the months of celibacy had her pussy gripping his finger like it didn’t want to let go.

“Yeah, uh,” Carrie whimpered, her left hand reaching down to rest on the back of his head. Her right hand started to migrate towards her chest and when Eric slipped a second finger into her pussy she cupped her hand on her breast.

“Take your bra off,” Eric told her as he started to work his fingers in and out of her snatch.

“Don’t stop licking,” Carrie implored him as she arched her back so she could reach underneath to unhook her bra. When it was unhooked she drew the straps down her arms before pulling the cups away from her. Tossing the garment on the floor her left hand went back to holding his head in place and her right lightly pinched one of her nipples between her fingers.

Splitting his attention between the pussy he was working on and the creamy mounds of flesh on her chest Eric felt his tongue start to tire. He thought about stopping but he could tell by her body language that she was close to orgasm; her breathing was getting shallower and her hips were moving a stronger sense of urgency.

“Want to come?” Eric asked her, curling his fingers until they brushed against her g-spot.

“Uhh, yeeeaaahhh,” Carrie moaned, drawing out her words as a spasm passed through her body.

“Beg me,” Eric said. “Tell me to make you fucking come.”

“Please make me come,” Carrie said, the naughtiness of begging for release pushing her even closer to climax.

“Please make me fucking come,” Eric corrected her, lightly brushing her g-spot with his fingers once more before stalling his movements altogether.

“Make me fucking come,” Carrie screamed, about to go out of her mind if she didn’t get off soon.

Without delay Eric locked his lips around her clit. Sucking on her nub he let the tip of his tongue flick against it. Meanwhile he curled his fingers and began to fuck her pussy, pressing against her g-spot on each stroke. In a matter of seconds the combination of stimuli had her ready to pop.

“Oh God,” Carrie moaned, her eyes opening wide as every muscle in her body went rigid.

As her pussy was flooded with fresh cream Eric didn’t stop his ministrations. In fact, he actually increased his tempo for a few seconds, ramping up her orgasm further. Finally, when she was as high as she was going to get he slowed down before stopping and disengaging from her.

“Wow,” Carrie muttered, a dreamy smile crossing her face as she came down from her orgasm. Her whole body seemed to be melting into the couch as her muscles relaxed and she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the feeling of complete relaxation.

Getting up off the couch Eric quickly disrobed. Lifting Carrie’s legs he rested them against his chest as he put his left knee on the couch and his right foot planted on the couch. He used his hand to aim his cock at her entrance and slowly eased into her pussy.

“Uhh,” Carrie moaned as she felt the head of Eric’s dick push past her opening.

With just the head inside Eric was already beginning to feel how tight she was. As he pushed another little bit inside the walls of her pussy clenched around his penis and coaxed him in even further. About halfway in he reversed course, the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock trying to pull him back in.

“More,” Carrie said, lifting her hips to keep him from withdrawing.

“You want more of my cock?” Eric asked her when only the head of his cock was still inside her snatch.

“Yeah,” Carrie grunted.

“Then tell me,” Eric said, pulling his cock all the way out before putting just the head back in.

“Give me your cock,” Carrie hissed, the dirty talk turning her on even more.

Hearing what he wanted to hear, Eric put a hand behind her left knee and pushed it away from his chest. As he it moved to the side her pussy opened up a bit more and he gave her what she asked for. In one steady stroke he pushed until he felt the tip of cock come up against the back of her channel.

Pulling out Eric started a slow, methodical pace in his thrusts. With each push Carrie’s pussy stretched out a bit more, allowing him to move incrementally faster. Soon he was steadily driving his entire cock into her, her hips arching to meet each lunge.

“Oh God,” Carrie moaned as Eric hit a sensitive spot. Her hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers as she lifted her head to watch his cock plunge into her pussy.

“That’s it, watch me fuck your tight little pussy,” Eric said as he drove all the way into her cunt, sensing that being told what to do was working as much for her as anything else.

“Fuck me,” Carrie said, moving her right leg away from his chest leaning it against the back of the couch.

“This is my pussy now, isn’t it?” Eric asked her, stepping his pace as her pussy opened some more with her spreading her legs further.

“Uhh, yeah,” Carrie said, nodding as she felt her second orgasm appear on the horizon. It wasn’t close, but it was definitely approaching.

“Whose pussy is this?” Eric asked her.

“Yours,” Carrie said automatically, her orgasm taking a step forward at the acknowledgment.

“That’s right,” Eric grunted, a drip of the sweat congregating on his forehead running down over the bridge of his nose. “You’re my bitch.”

“I’m your bitch,” Carrie agreed.

“Damn right you are,” Eric snarled, grabbing both of her legs and pushing them back towards her body, lifting her ass further off the couch and changing the angle of his thrusts slightly. “Gonna make you fucking come, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Uhh, yeah, fuck me,” Carrie moaned, the altered angle causing him to hit new nerves and pushing her further up the mountain towards the zenith.

Taking her at her word Eric put all the energy he had into his thrusts. He made short, quick lunges, alternating his speed every so often to keep from blowing his load before he was ready. As much as he wanted to get off, he’d promised Carrie another orgasm and he was too much a man of his word to renege.

“Mmm, so close,” Carrie gasped, feeling her climax within reach.

Wanting to finish her off so he could come without guilt Eric released her legs. As he put his hands on the couch next to her shoulders Carrie locked her legs around his waist. Using the leg on the ground to push off he increased the speed of his fucking to the max. He could feel his orgasm coming but he gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw to hold it at bay a bit longer.

“You better fucking come,” Eric barked at Carrie, feeling a small tremor pass through her pussy to signal that she just needed a little extra.

“Almost there,” Carrie said, wanting nothing more than to comply.

Arching his back he lowered his head to her breasts. Pushing her hand away with his nose he caught one of her nipples between his lips. Gently massaging it with his lips he flicked it with his tongue, giving her just the additional stimulation she needed to push her over the edge.

“Oh yeah, ooooh,” Carrie moaned as her second orgasm took her. She arched her back, pressing her chest against Eric’s mouth as her body went rigid.

“I’m gonna come,” Eric warned her, her pussy clamping down on his cock too much for him. He thought about the Yankees signing Barry Zito, and the rage it induced helped him ride out most of her orgasm, but by the time her body started to relax again he couldn’t hold it any longer. “Want me to come in your pussy or your mouth.”

“Mouth,” Carrie panted, feeling empty as Eric withdrew from her pussy.

Moving quickly Eric slid off the couch and moved up the couch. Kneeling next to the couch by her head he presented his cock to her. When she tried to grab it with her hand he knocked it aside and instead pushed his dick into her mouth.

“That’s it, suck it,” Eric said, moving his hips to fuck her mouth with short thrusts. After a few thrusts he was pushed over the edge.

As his cock pulsed in her mouth Carrie’s eyes opened wide. While she’d given a blowjob before, she’d never had a guy come in her mouth and it was a weird experience to feel him expand between her lips before exploding. Even more, it excited her to feel the come splash against the inside of her mouth.

“You asked for it, better swallow,” Eric said as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, wondering just how much she’d let him tell her what to do.

Looking up him Carrie saw him stare at her expectantly. Nodding her head she swallowed his load and even opened her mouth to show him that she’d gulped his seed down.

“I bet you want to sleep,” Eric said. When she nodded he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, I’ll put you to bed.”

“Definitely an idiot,” Carrie said, leaning her head on Eric’s shoulder as he led her up the stairs.

“Huh?” Eric asked.

“The girl that dumped you,” Carrie replied as she crawled under the covers. As he turned to leave she grabbed his hand and pulled toward the bed. “If you can cuddle, you’re perfect.”

“Well, I do like to snuggle after sex,” Eric said, slipping under the covers with her.

“Good,” Carrie said, turning over and pressing her back against him.

Feeling her butt wiggle against him as she tried to find a comfortable spot got a rise out of Eric, but by the time he decided to see if she wanted more she was already asleep. Shrugging he closed his eyes and let his mind wander off to dreamland, content enough with the night he’d just had to sleep peacefully.

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