Chapter 1223: Chaper 1223 Catapult
The dim lamplight cast soft golden shadows across the bedroom, turning the rumpled sheets into a warm, inviting sea.
Jenny lay beneath Ross, her skin flushed and glistening with the first faint sheen of sweat.
His large hands cradled her breasts with reverent possession, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks before he lowered his mouth again.
“Ahhhhh…”
Her moan started low in her chest and climbed, breathy and helpless, as his lips closed around one stiff nipple.
He sucked slowly, deliberately, letting his tongue swirl in lazy, maddening circles.
The wet heat of his mouth sent jolts straight to her cunt.
He lingered there, drawing out every tremor, every tiny arch of her back, before switching to the other side with the same patient devotion.
Each pull of his lips, each gentle scrape of teeth, made her body hum with renewed sensitivity.
The room filled with the quiet symphony of her sounds—soft whimpers, shaky gasps, long trembling sighs that seemed to pour out of her without permission.
How could she fight this?
Ross was everything she had secretly craved during those long, empty months: devastatingly handsome, effortlessly charming, and built on a scale that made her pulse race just looking at him.
The loneliness she had buried beneath work, routine, and polite smiles had cracked wide open the moment his fingers first brushed her skin.
Now every caress stripped another layer of her restraint until she felt raw, exposed, and unbearably needy.
Her thighs parted almost of their own accord, a slow, instinctive invitation.
The cool air kissed her heated flesh for only a heartbeat before the heavy, velvet length of his cock settled against her.
The contact alone was electric—hot, thick, pulsing with promise.
She shivered, a full-body ripple that made her toes curl.
He didn’t rush. Thank God he didn’t rush.
Instead, Ross held himself there, letting her feel every inch of him resting against her slick folds.
The pressure, the heat, the sheer size of him pressed right at her entrance without pushing in—it was exquisite torture.
Her hips lifted in tiny, involuntary pleas, seeking more, but he only smiled against her skin, dark eyes glittering with quiet control.
Every second he delayed ratcheted her desire higher.
Her clit throbbed in time with her racing heart; her inner walls fluttered around nothing, aching to be filled.
Finally, he began the slow journey downward.
His mouth left a glistening trail along her ribs, her stomach, the sensitive dip beside her hipbone.
He kissed and licked and nipped with unhurried hunger, mapping every curve and hollow until Jenny was trembling beneath him, breath ing in shallow pants.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, letting his warm exhale ghost over her swollen clit.
She whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Then his tongue touched her.
He started with long, luxurious licks—broad, flat strokes that gathered her wetness and spread it over her most sensitive places.
The taste of her seemed to ignite something primal in him; his grip tightened on her hips as he pressed closer, burying his face between her thighs with greedy excitement.
“Ohhhhh…”
The sound tore from her throat, broken and raw.
His tongue circled her clit with devastating precision—slow, then quick, then slow again—teasing the swollen bud until her hips jerked.
He groaned against her, the vibration sending fresh sparks racing up her spine.
One thick finger slid inside her, curling just right, stroking that secret spot while his mouth never stopped its relentless worship.
Jenny’s moans turned into a continuous, pleading melody.
“Ahhhhhh… oh God… ughhhh…”
The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, a hot, shimmering wire drawing inward until she could barely breathe.
Her thighs shook around his head; her back bowed off the mattress.
She tried to hold on, to savor it, but the wave was too powerful.
She shattered.
Her first orgasm with Ross crashed through her like a storm—fierce, blinding, unstoppable.
Her cry rang out, unrestrained and primal, as her body convulsed in long, rolling shudders.
Pleasure pulsed through every nerve, leaving her limp and gasping, tears of pure overwhelm pricking the corners of her eyes.
But Ross wasn’t finished.
Even as the aftershocks still rippled through her, his mouth stayed locked on her cunt, tongue lapping gently now, coaxing rather than demanding.
The overstimulation made her whimper, thighs trying to close, but his strong hands kept her spread open.
He was relentless in the gentlest way, building her up again before she had time to e down.
“Hahhhh…”
Her second climax arrived faster, sharper.
Her hips bucked wildly; her fingers knotted in his hair as another powerful release tore through her.
She sobbed with pleasure, body shaking so hard the bed creaked beneath them.
Only then did he lift his head.
Ross rose over her like a predator who had finally decided to claim his prize.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. Jenny looked up at him through heavy lashes, chest heaving, skin damp and glowing.
She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge her entrance—enormous, slick with her arousal, radiating heat.
He paused there, letting her feel the stretch begin.
“Delicious,” he murmured, voice rough velvet.
She drew in a shaky breath.
He pushed forward—slow, inexorable, giving her time to adjust to every thick inch.
The stretch was intense, almost too much, a beautiful burn that blurred the line between pleasure and pressure.
Her lips parted on a long, trembling moan.
“Ohhhhh…”
He sank deeper, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt.
For a long moment they simply stayed like that—locked together, breathing each other’s air, feeling the intimate pulse of connection.
Jenny’s walls fluttered around him, struggling to acmodate his girth, every tiny clench sending fresh sparks through both of them.
Then he began to move.
The first thrust was deep, controlled, deliberate.
Pak.
The second was harder, more possessive.
Pak.
Pak.
The rhythm built quickly—steady, powerful strokes that rocked her entire body.
The bed groaned beneath them; the headboard tapped the wall in time with his thrusts.
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