For a moment, the kiss felt almost romantic.
His hands roamed her back, his touch firm yet gentle, as if he were trying to soothe her even as he claimed her.
But the illusion of tenderness shattered when his hips began to move.
Slowly, deliberately, Ross started to thrust into her, his cock grinding against her inner walls with each movement.
Gwen gasped into his mouth, the sensation making her shiver.
Her body clung to him, her wet heat gripping him tightly as he set a torturously slow pace.
"Ahhhhhh…" she moaned softly, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and pleasure.
Ross pulled back just enough to smirk at her, his hands moving to grip her hips.
"That’s it, Gwen," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let yourself feel it."
He began to move faster, his hips thrusting upward as he guided her movements, forcing her to ride him.
The new angle made her gasp, the deep, grinding strokes hitting places she didn’t even know existed.
"Ohhhhh…" she moaned again, her face flushing a deep red as she clung to him for support.
The position was far more intimate than anything she had ever experienced before.
Her body was completely pressed against his, her breasts squashed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck as they moved together.
She couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.
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But this—this was something else entirely.
The way Ross held her, the way he thrust into her with such confidence and control, the way their bodies were so closely intertwined—it was unlike anything she had ever known.
"Ughhhhh…" she moaned, burying her face in his neck as her body shuddered with pleasure.
Ross chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he picked up the pace.
"You like this, don’t you?" he teased, his voice a low growl in her ear. "You like the way I make you feel."
"No," Gwen whispered weakly, shaking her head in denial. But her body betrayed her.
Her hips moved instinctively against his, grinding down on him as another wave of heat built inside her.
Ross smirked, leaning closer to whisper in her ear.
"Liar. Your body doesn’t lie, Gwen."
Her face burned with shame, her moans growing louder as he drove her closer and closer to the edge again.
She couldn’t stop it. No matter how much she wanted to resist, her body refused to obey her.
Ross leaned back slightly, his eyes raking over her flushed, trembling form.
"Look at you," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re so beautiful like this."
His words sent a strange shiver through her, a confusing mix of emotions that only made her feel more conflicted.
But there was no time to dwell on it.
Ross adjusted his angle slightly, and the new position sent a fresh surge of pleasure through her, making her cry out.
"Ahhhh! Ross!" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body quivered.
"That’s it," he murmured, his voice soothing yet commanding. "Let it all go."
Gwen clung to him desperately, her mind spinning as he drove her to another powerful climax.
The intimacy, the passion, the sheer intensity of it all was too much for her to handle.
As her body trembled in his arms, her moans filling the room, one thing became painfully clear—Ross wasn’t just claiming her body.
He was breaking her in ways she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
"Ohhh… my… god…" Gwen groaned, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered sensation.
Her body convulsed as she was wracked by yet another mind-shattering peak.
It was as if her very soul was being pulled apart by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.
She wanted to scream, to cry out in sheer ecstasy, but Ross silenced her before she could.
His lips crashed against hers in a fierce, dominating kiss that swallowed her cries and replaced them with muffled, incoherent grunts.
The heat of their connection burned through her as she clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably.
His tongue explored her mouth with the same relentless intensity as his thrusts had just moments ago, leaving her no room to think or breathe, only to feel.
The kiss continued, deep and consuming, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Ross pulled back, releasing her lips with a soft, wet sound.
Gwen gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Her body was weak and spent, but Ross showed no signs of letting her rest completely.
With an almost lazy motion, he laid back on the bed, pulling Gwen on top of him.
His cock remained deeply lodged inside her, hard and unyielding, a constant reminder of his dominance.
Gwen collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as her body tried to recover from the relentless onslaught.
Ross stroked her back gently, almost tenderly, as if mocking the very idea of gentleness.
He allowed her a few minutes of respite, his lips brushing against her temple as he whispered, "You did well, Gwen. Take a moment. You’ll need it."
For fifteen minutes, the two lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room the soft cadence of Gwen’s labored breathing.
Her mind was a haze, her body still trembling with aftershocks. But Ross wasn’t done with her—not by a long shot.
With deliberate movements, Ross shifted, turning Gwen onto her side as he positioned himself behind her.
She barely had time to react before he moved again.
"Pop!"
The wet sound of his cock sliding out of her pussy for the first time since they began filled the room.
Gwen gasped at the sudden emptiness, her body instinctively clenching as if trying to pull him back in.
But the disconnect didn’t last long.
Ross pressed his cock back against her entrance, the thick, swollen head brushing against her wet folds before thrusting back inside with unerring precision.
"Ahhh…" Gwen whimpered, her voice weak and breathy.