"Fuck you," Gwen muttered, her frustration clear, though her hands continued moving as if on autopilot. She knew she had about ten minutes—if that—to make Ross finish again.
But deep down, her instincts told her it was futile. Ross was toying with her, and no matter how many times she succeeded, he would remain as tricky as ever.
Her gut twisted with the realization: Ross was far from normal.
He wasn't bound by the limitations of ordinary men, and that mysterious alien quality of his only reinforced the power imbalance between them.
It took Gwen only a few moments to strip completely, her clothes neatly piled on the side of the bench.
With a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped closer to Ross, who remained seated and utterly still, his calm demeanor unshaken.
She wasted no time in closing the gap between them, leaning in to kiss him with all the skill and intensity she could muster. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable.
The intoxicating mix of his masculine scent and the feel of his lips against hers sent shivers down her spine.
Gwen was acutely aware of Ross's presence, his well-defined chest, his overpowering aura, and the sheer size of his big fat cock that brushed against her, reaching well above her navel.
Her mind spun as his kiss deepened, making her lose herself for a moment.
"Ohhh…" A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She quickly bit her lip, trying to stifle any further sounds—she didn't want Asher to hear anything from outside.
What unsettled her most was how Ross hadn't even lifted a hand. He simply sat there, his lips alone enough to make her tremble.
It was maddening how effortlessly he could unravel her, and the realization left her both terrified and undeniably drawn to him.
'I need to move faster.' Gwen thought, acutely aware of the ticking clock, forced herself to ditch the slow approach.
She used one hand to trace Ross's massive cock, from head to balls and back again, for a few seconds.
Realizing it was still rock-hard, she imagined the sensation of being fucked by it, her tight pussy growing wetter just from the thought.
"Take me, Ross. Use that big thing of yours and put it inside me... again." Gwen whispered, her voice thick with desire. She thought that with ross doing the fucking that it would be easier on her part.
She had never had that much initiative on the hay with her husband. Both of them led busy lives.
"I'd love to, Gwen, but perhaps another time. Let's keep this game fun, shall we? Treat me like a dildo if you will." Ross teased, keeping her on her toes.
"Ohhhhh... I hate you so much. I hate what you're making me do. I hate how you're making me feel." Gwen sounded frustrated, but she did as she had to.
She lifted one foot, placed it on the bench, hoisted herself up, and positioned the other leg on the other side of Ross, straddling him perfectly.
She braced herself against his shoulders, her pussy hovering just above his massive cock. Then, without hesitation, she lowered herself, sinking into the depths of his tool.
"Ahhhh..." Gwen moaned, audible this time, while Ross remained silent. And that was just the beginning. Gwen didn't stop.
"Nooooooooo..."
"This... is... so... wrong..."
"But it feels so right!" Gwen moaned softly, her body riding the rhythm of Ross's body.
The sensation was so intense, so overwhelmingly pleasurable, that she sometimes let out uncontrollable moans, instinctively wrapping her arms around Ross and covering her mouth with one hand.
Ross, meanwhile, was reveling in the experience.
His face buried deep in the valley between Gwen's breasts, he reveled in the exquisite pressure and the soft, yielding flesh.
He wasted no time, licking and slobbering over Gwen's chest, driving her deeper into a heightened euphoria.
Her pussy, still a tight, responsive prison around his massive cock, was feeling so much sensation and pleasure that her husband could never hope to give.
A few minutes later, Ross leaned back, catching his breath, and taking in Gwen.
She was lost in her own pleasure, her body a rhythmic fucking machine.
Starting slowly, she'd gained momentum, her movements now a powerful dance.
Her large breasts bounced in time with her hips, a visual spectacle of a woman in heat, relishing the full experience of Ross's massive cock.
Her moans were ecstatic, a soundtrack to the scene, music to Ross's ears. And even though Ross couldn't move, he still had a way to improve their secret dance of lust.
"You're so exquisite, Gwen. I wonder what your husband would think if he saw this side of you. Perhaps he'd even be pleased to know his wife is finally fulfilled by a cock like mine. You're making him a good old cuckold now, Gwen." Ross teased, his words a subtle incitement. His words were like a catalyst.
"Hmmm... it seems you like that. Your pussy is tightening even further around my dick. You truly are a magnificent slut, Gwen. You were made to be with me." Ross's words was full of sweet temptation, pushing Gwen ever closer to that tasty edge of bliss.
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..." Gwen's moans became a torrent, her hips thrusting and grinding against Ross's still body, a desperate dance of pleasure. She was taking full control, using his rock hard cock to reach that familiar height of female delight.
Her moans intensified, a concert of pure ecstasy centered in the deepest part of her cunt.
"Does it feel good to fuck me, Gwen?" Ross's voice, a low growl, vibrated against the backdrop of Gwen's lewd moans.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck.
"Answer me, or I'll take you outside, fuck you hard and long, and let your partner see just how beautiful you are right now. Hanging onto the hook of my cock." His words were a calculated torment, a subtle threat laced with a dangerous allure.