Ross started slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and measured, as if savoring the sensation of being inside her all over again. His hand moved to her thigh, lifting her leg to create a better angle.
The shift allowed him to sink even deeper, and the new position made Gwen shudder as fresh waves of sensation coursed through her.
Ross’s pace began to pick up, his thrusts growing harder and faster until the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Gwen’s breath hitched, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her whole world tilted under the force of his movements.
"Haaahhhh…" she moaned, her voice finally breaking through the silence.
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"You’re too much, Ross!" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and raw need.
Ross chuckled darkly, his hand gripping her hip to hold her steady as he pounded into her. "Too much? Or just enough?" he teased, his voice a low growl against her ear.
"Don’t… you… ohhh… ever… ahhhh… get satisfied at all?" Gwen managed to choke out, her words broken by the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.
Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck as he murmured, "Not when it comes to you, Gwen. I’ll never get enough of this."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting instinctively as another wave of heat began to build within her.
She hated how easily he could reduce her to this—a trembling, moaning mess—but there was no denying the truth.
As Ross continued to pound into her, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with each thrust, Gwen’s cries grew louder, her moans mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of their connection.
Her body quivered under his relentless assault, her mind spinning as she was pushed closer and closer to yet another climax.
And to think that Ross was only fucking her for less than 10 minutes since she was roused from her sleep, Ross was simply a monster in the flesh!
And as she felt herself teetering on the edge, her heart raced with the knowledge that Ross wasn’t just fucking her body—he was breaking her down piece by piece, claiming her in ways she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
She wanted to turn her head, to look behind her and face Ross directly, maybe even beg him to ease up on her. But as soon as she tried, Ross anticipated her movement.
His free hand moved swiftly, cradling her face and holding her head firmly in place. Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in another fiery, dominating kiss.
The position they were in only added to the intensity of the moment. Gwen was sprawled sideways on the bed, one leg raised high, her body completely exposed to Ross’s relentless thrusts.
Her head was angled toward him, locked in a passionate, heated kiss that left her mind spinning.
It was a picture of raw, unrestrained passion—two lovers entangled in the haze of their desires, their bodies moving as one.
They stayed locked in that pose for what felt like an eternity, their lips and tongues dancing together in a lewd symphony of pleasure.
The kiss was possessive, almost claiming, and it left Gwen breathless by the time Ross finally pulled back.
Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her lips swollen from the intensity of their embrace.
Gwen had never been a loud or wild woman in bed; even with her husband, her moans were always subdued, her reactions reserved. But Ross had shattered every boundary she thought she had.
As he resumed his rough, hurried pace, pounding into her without restraint, Gwen couldn’t hold back the series of lewd, uncontrollable moans that spilled from her lips.
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ahhhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
Her voice filled the room, each sound more desperate and unrestrained than the last. She could feel the bed rocking beneath them, the wet, obscene sounds of their connection mixing with her cries in a sinful symphony.
Gwen’s face flushed as she realized how loud she was being, but she couldn’t stop. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. For the first time in her life, she understood what it meant to truly lose herself in the moment.
Never had she imagined that sex could feel this good. With her husband, it had always been a chore—a duty to fulfill rather than a source of pleasure.
In their two years of marriage, she could count on one hand the number of times he had made her come, and even then, it had only been with her own help.
She’d had to touch herself, to play with her clit while he half-heartedly thrust into her, just to feel something remotely satisfying.
But Ross… Ross was a completely different story. He didn’t need to rely on anything but himself. His big, thick fat cock alone was enough to drive her to heights of pleasure she didn’t even know existed.
He didn’t touch her clit, didn’t tease her in the ways she had always thought were necessary.
Instead, he moved with an innate understanding of her body, hitting every sensitive spot, every erogenous zone, with precision.
It was as if he knew her better than she knew herself, strumming her like a perfectly tuned instrument. Each thrust, each grind of his hips, sent sparks of electricity shooting through her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t resist him.
Gwen bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan as her body betrayed her once again. She had told herself she wouldn’t feel anything, wouldn’t let herself enjoy this.
But Ross had a way of chipping away at her defenses, reducing her to a trembling, vulnerable mess, a puppet on strings that would only dance to his tune.
"Nooo… This can’t be happening," Gwen whimpered, her voice trembling with disbelief and desperation. Her mind clung to denial, but her body betrayed her in the most humiliating way.
Every nerve ending was alive, every sensation magnified as her pussy clung to Ross’s cock, feeling every vein, every ridge, and every inch of his thick, merciless length.
"I can’t let this happen," Gwen thought, but she felt lost and helpless, like a tiny boat in a stormy ocean.
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