Chapter 917

Chapter 917: Chapter 917

I pushed harder. The tight ring fought me the entire way. Sweat started to bead on my forehead from the effort. Millimeter by millimeter the muscle gave ground. Carrie’s whole body was rigid under me, thighs trembling, soft sounds of pain and forced control leaking out of her even while she tried to stay quiet for the phone.

Finally the widest part of my knuckles slipped past the rim with a sudden, wet stretch. My fist sank inside her. The heat and pressure were immediate and crushing. Her asshole clamped down around my wrist like a vice. I kept going, slow but relentless, feeding more of my hand into the burning silky heat until my fist was buried inside her ass up to the wrist, the tight ring stretched obscenely around it.

Carrie was breathing hard into the pillow, still forced to keep the conversation going while my entire fist sat inside her.

"Babe? You there?"

"Y-yes... I’m here," she managed, voice shaking. "Sorry. Nala was just... telling me something funny."

I stayed still for a moment, fist fully inside her, feeling the powerful rhythmic clenches of her hole around my hand while she continued lying to her husband on speakerphone.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 24]

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I leaned forward over her back and dragged my tongue along the side of her throat like an animal, licking and lightly biting the soft skin. Carrie moaned into the pillow and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it.

"So why’d you call me, babe?" her husband asked, still completely unaware.

Carrie swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady while my fist stayed buried inside her.

"I just... I missed your voice," she managed. "The meeting ran long and I wanted to hear you before I headed home."

I started moving my fist.

Slow at first, pulling back a couple of inches, then pushing forward again, the tight silky walls gripping every knuckle. The wet, filthy sound of her asshole taking my hand filled the quiet room. Carrie clamped her hand harder over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. I reached up, pulled her hand away, and kissed her deep and sloppy, tongue pushing into her mouth while I kept working my fist inside her ass.

When I broke the kiss I gave her soft cheek a sharp slap.

"Shake it," I whispered against her ear.

Carrie let out a shaky moan and started moving her hips, making her juicy ass jiggle and bounce while my fist stayed buried in it. The motion made the wet sounds even louder.

On the phone her husband was talking about something mundane. ℯ

"Oh, by the way, the power went out for like twenty minutes this afternoon. Whole block. I had to reset the router and everything. Pain in the ass."

"Y-yeah... that... sucks," Carrie answered, voice barely holding together as she kept shaking her ass for me.

I started fucking her harder with my fist, longer strokes, pushing deeper, twisting my wrist so she felt every movement. The wet, squelching sounds of her stretched hole taking my hand were constant and filthy. Carrie could barely form coherent words anymore. Every reply to her husband came out broken and breathless.

I kept going deeper, forcing more of my forearm into the crushing heat, until finally I decided to pull out. I withdrew slowly. Her asshole clung desperately to my fist the entire way, the pink rim stretched tight and refusing to let go. When the widest part of my knuckles finally slipped free there was a loud, wet plop. Her hole stayed open for a second, gaping and shiny, before a soft, swollen prolapse of pink inner flesh pushed outward, glistening and twitching.

Carrie moaned loudly at the sudden emptiness.

"Something wrong, honey?" her husband asked immediately.

"Just... tripped," she panted. "Sorry. Sidewalk’s uneven."

My cock was rock hard again, throbbing at the sight of her ruined, slightly prolapsed asshole. I gripped my shaft, rubbed the thick head against the open, shiny rim, and started pushing in. The stretched hole offered almost no resistance at first, it was still so open and slick from the fisting that the head slipped inside easily. Then the deeper muscles clenched around me as I kept feeding her my length. Inch by inch I sank into the burning, silky heat until my hips pressed flush against her soft ass and every bit of my cock was buried inside her.

I let out a low, satisfied moan at the impossible tightness and heat, staying fully hilted while her gaping, freshly fisted hole fluttered and gripped me.

I stayed buried to the hilt in her freshly fisted ass for a few more seconds, feeling the way the stretched, silky walls fluttered and gripped my cock. Then I started moving, long, deep strokes that made her soft cheeks ripple every time my hips met them. The wet, filthy sound of her asshole taking me was impossible to miss.

Carrie forced herself to keep talking to her husband.

"So... how was the rest of your day?" she asked, voice already shaky.

"Pretty normal. Had that call with the supplier, then the power went out like I said. What about you? You still sound out of breath."

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. The loud, wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Carrie bit back a moan.

"What was that sound?" her husband asked immediately.

"Just a car," she managed. "Passed by too close. We’re still walking."

I gave her ass a sharp slap, watching the flesh jiggle, then another. The sound was crisp and filthy. Carrie jerked under me.

"There it is again. You sure everything’s okay, babe?"

"Y-yeah... just... construction or something nearby," she lied, voice cracking as I started fucking her harder.

Another soft notification flickered at the edge of my vision. Bad Boy point. Fuck. I had to be careful now. Too many of those and the reputation penalties would start stacking hard. Still, I didn’t slow down.

I leaned over her back, still pounding into her tight, ruined hole, and spoke right against her ear in a low whisper her husband would never hear.

"Listen to you. Lying to him while my cock is buried in the ass I just fisted open. You’re such a dirty fucking wife. Keep talking to him. Tell him how your day was while I use this hole."

Carrie whimpered quietly and tried to answer her husband.

"My day was... SO HARD. Long meeting. Nala talked a lot. You know how she is."