I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll go in. A moment of panic strikes. Oh my gosh, what happens we’re eliminated now? That would be so humiliating.
But Carver relieves my insecurities. He croons sweet words into my ear while running his hands over my creamy skin, and then with a tell-tale pop it happens. His head is inside and I moan gutturally as I try to stretch.
“Ohhhh,” I sigh. “Unh.”
“You’re doing great,” he whispers in my ear. “We’re almost halfway there.”
I know we’re nowhere near halfway, but the dirtiness of the situation has me revved up. My pussy juices wetly and Carver chuckles low in his throat, one hand stretching down to receive the nectar before smearing it around our conjoined bodies.
“That’s right,” he croons. “Keep going sweetheart and it’ll feel good, I promise.”
With that, the pressure begins again and to my amazement, Carver begins sliding inside. One inch disappears into my backhole, and then two, and then even three. I can feel the vein pulsing along the bottom of his massive rod, and my pussy gushes again with need.
“Yes, sweetheart, you got this,” he whispers again. “You can do it, Ava.”
More of him slides in and I can hardly believe it’s happening. We must be up to seven inches by now, but then we reach a sticking point. It seems no matter what Carver does, I can’t take anymore. Have we really reached the end? Are we going to stop here, so close to the finish line, and yet so far?
But I’ve underestimated my man because the billionaire knows exactly how to get what he wants from a curvy, willing woman. With a low rumble, he reaches to the side and seizes the nine-inch toy lying on the mattress next to us.
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Sometimes the only way to get there is to double down. Are you ready?”
Am I ready for what? I have no idea what he’s talking about but then I feel the head of the plaything at my pussy entrance and my eyes fly open. Oh my goodness, I’m about to do a double penetration! Can this be true?
But it’s true and with ease, Carver slides the dildo straight into my sweet spot in a smooth, slick stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls. “You’re able to take it so good.”
And just as he anticipated, at that moment, his cock slides deep into my backhole until ten inches is embedded in my bottom. Holy cow! I’ve got ten inches in my back passage, as well as nine inches in my sweet slit. Is this really happening? My man reads my mind and laughs low in his chest.
“Yes, Ava, it’s really happening. This is really happening to you, so just hang tight and enjoy, okay?”
Because my man starts then. He pulls out of my bottom while pushing the toy into my sweetest spot, and then reverses, pushing into my bottom with his anatomy while pulling the toy out. The two movements always happen in sync so that one hole is always stuffed full and I moan lustily, my body beginning to shake. Who knew that little Ava Carmichael, scholarship student, would be serving a billionaire like this? Who knew that Ava with the curvy body and sweet smile would currently be engaged in DP with the man of her dreams? Nobody, and that realization causes my body to shake and my pulse to pound. With another few strokes, I lose control and my bottom and pussy begin to tremble. Within seconds, they’re both spasming furiously and I let out a low wail of pleasure as sparks dance before my eyes.
“Oh Carver!” I cry out. “Oh god, I love you!”
He moans as well, his cock jerking in me.
“And I love you, Ava,” he growls. “You are my one and only.”
With that, we both explode, our bodies united in shared passion. He jerks and groans, filling me with his virile baby batter while I clamp hard, unable to stop the shaking.
“Oh oh oh!” I cry out lustily. “Yes!”
He grunts as everything goes haywire, hot jism filling my back orifice.
“Take it,” he hisses. “Fuck yeah, you’re my girl.”
With that, we collapse on the bed, my back glued to his chest as we both heave from excitement. Oh my gosh, did that really just happen? Judging from the liquid trailing down my thigh, yes.
At that moment, Brett jumps onto the podium, clapping enthusiastically.
“Congratulations!” he yells. “You guys did it. Ava and Carver are the winners of this dirty competition. More power to you!”
Amelia and Evan clap limply as well from their seats in the darkness. I faintly hear something that sounds like, “Good job,” from my friend’s mouth, but I’m not sure because I can’t think. I’m crushed beneath Carver’s heavy weight, and yet this is exactly where I want to be. Receiving his virile goodness while also the recipient of kisses as he worships me tenderly.