The heat of his release filled her monts later, thick and potent, prolonging her climax as her mind spiraled into bliss.
For a fleeting mont, a pang of fear struck her—a fast, intrusive thought about the possibility of pregnancy. But before she could linger on it, Ross was already on the move.
He pulled her up with ease, their bodies never separating, and shifted their positions.
This ti, he laid back against the bed, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he guided her on top of him.
"Your turn," Ross said with a cocky grin.
Emma settled herself over his cock, marveling at how he was still hard—harder than she thought possible.
She could feel every inch of him stretching her again, filling her completely.
The position gave her a newfound control, and she couldn't help but gasp as she sank down onto him fully.
"Ohhhhhhh…" She began moving, her hips rocking in slow, deliberate circles as she adjusted to the new angle.
Ross groaned beneath her, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her waist, guiding her movents as she rode him.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Emma quickly found herself lost in the pleasure once more.
Her hands rested on Ross's chest for balance as she picked up the pace, the sound of her moans mingling with the slap of skin against skin.
"You're amazing, Emma," Ross murmured, his voice thick with desire as he watched her move above him, her body glowing with sweat and arousal.
"Keep going. Just like that."
She did as he said, her movents becoming more frantic as another orgasm built within her.
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This night was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Ross thrust upward to et her movents, his cock hitting spots deep inside her that made her cry out.
The intensity between them reached a fever pitch, their bodies moving together in perfect, unrelenting rhythm.
Twenty minutes later and…
"Ross… I'm going to…" Emma gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Do it," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
"Co for , Emma."
With one final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her body trembling violently as pleasure overtook her.
The release was so intense that it left her breathless, her mind blank as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Ross followed monts later, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her again, his groans vibrating through her body.
They collapsed together, their bodies tangled, their breaths mingling as they ca down from the high.
Emma rested her head against his chest, her heart pounding as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn't know how much more she could take, but one thing was certain: tonight was far from over.
And that was exactly what Ross did in the end.
He explored every sexual position he could think of with Emma, pushing her limits and his own, their bodies tangled together in a relentless rhythm until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains.
By the ti Emma woke up, it was already dark again.
Her body felt sore yet oddly invigorated, and she didn't feel even a hint of hunger despite the hours that had passed.
Stretching languidly, she blinked against the dim light in the room, her mind replaying fragnted mories of the night before.
Her cheeks flushed as the details ca rushing back—Ross's hands, his lips, the overwhelming sensations he had drawn out of her ti and ti again.
She had never experienced anything like it, being taken so thoroughly, so completely, for hours without end.
She bit her lip, a shy smile creeping across her face as she glanced to her side.
Ross was there, lying peacefully, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep.
His strong, chiseled features were softened in repose, but even now, he exuded an air of dominance that made her heart flutter.
"Now I understand," Emma murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know why all those won flock to you… why they're willing to share you. And why you even decided to marry a dozen wives."
Her smile widened as she traced his face with her eyes, committing every detail to mory.
"I heard that," Ross's voice broke through the quiet, a teasing lilt in his tone. His eyes opened lazily, and a smirk spread across his lips as he looked at her.
"So… have you changed your mind, Emma? Will you co with back ho? I promise to take care of you and Erica."
Emma's expression softened, but she shook her head.
"No, my decision is final," she said firmly, though her voice carried no malice.
"Let's talk about it later… maybe when Erica turns 18, at least."
Ross raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on one elbow as he regarded her thoughtfully.
"Eighteen, huh?" he mused, a hint of amusent in his voice. "That's still 13 years away. So, you're really thinking about spending all those years with , hmm?"
He leaned closer, his smirk turning playful.
"Has my beautiful Emma already fallen deep and madly in love with ?"
Emma rolled her eyes, though her blush betrayed her, and instead of answering, she leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss.
It was slow and deliberate, carrying all the emotions she couldn't quite put into words.
Ross responded imdiately, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss, his smirk replaced by sothing softer, more genuine.
When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice a low murmur.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Emma laughed lightly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
"Don't get too cocky, Ross."
"Oh, I'm way past that point," he teased, pulling her closer.
And in that mont, with their bodies entwined and their hearts open, Emma knew that while she wasn't ready to change her decision, her life had already been altered in ways she couldn't deny.
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