Ross had barely done anything—just a few minutes of slow, deliberate kissing—and yet Kristine was already wet, her body fully awakened under his expert touch.
He stopped, his lips parting from hers, and looked her in the eye with a teasing smile playing across his face.
"I did my best earlier," he said, voice low and smug. "You ca so hard, so many tis, I’m pretty sure your soul left your body. Now it’s your turn, Kristine... show what you’ve got."
His words sent a pulse through her. A challenge wrapped in heat.
Kristine froze, caught off guard by his bold demand. She hesitated, her breath hitching as she took in his expression—confident, expectant, and completely in control.
Her thoughts fluttered for a mont, and she rembered her husband.
The man she’d vowed herself to. The man she had once loved.
But then her hand instinctively moved to her belly.
Ross had already co inside her.
She was likely pregnant now—carrying his child, not Colton’s.
The line had already been crossed. Pretending otherwise felt hollow.
What good was clinging to propriety now?
After five shaky breaths, sothing inside her shifted.
The sha lted into acceptance... and then into desire.
A mont later, she moved.
"Hmmm..." A sultry hum slipped from her lips as she leaned in—this ti, she was the one who kissed him.
It was slower than before, but filled with sothing else entirely: emotion. Need.
Lust and love, all tangled up into one.
She kissed him deeply, poured herself into it—not the timid wife she had once been, but the woman she was now.
A woman who had been claid. A woman who was choosing to give in.
When the kiss finally broke, Kristine drew back slightly, her chest rising and falling with soft, heavy breaths.
Her gaze drifted downward, drinking in the sight of Ross’s body.
He was perfection. Though his face could not be said as handso but the rest of his body was absolutely out of this world.
Not an ounce of fat clung to him—only firm, sculpted muscle beneath smooth, warm skin.
He looked like he had been carved out of marble, a living statue brought to life by the gods themselves.
Every inch of him radiated power and confidence, from his broad chest to the solid lines of his abs to the impressive length that still lay between his thighs, thick and heavy.
Kristine bit her lip, unable to hide the desire that flared in her eyes.
She had belonged to another man her whole life—but now, as she straddled Ross and let her fingers trail down his torso, she realized sothing dangerous.
She didn’t want to belong to anyone else.
A full minute passed in tense silence, the air between them heavy with anticipation.
Kristine could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath catching as she finally moved to fulfill what was silently demanded of her.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself over Ross, her silky hair cascading down as her lips brushed against his firm chest.
Her tongue flicked out to taste his skin before she gently took one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it.
Her other hand didn’t remain idle—it found his second nipple and teased it with soft, playful strokes that made Ross’s muscles twitch beneath her.
She didn’t linger long there. That wasn’t her destination.
No, she had sowhere else in mind—sowhere she knew would drive him wild.
Trailing kisses lower and lower, Kristine shifted her position, her body sliding sensually down his until she was face-to-face with the true symbol of his arousal.
His cock stood proudly between them, thick, veined, and impossibly hard.
The sight of it made her lips part in awe, her breath hitching as she took in its sheer size.
It wasn’t just big—it was monstrous, a throbbing testant to Ross’s raw masculinity.
Her fingers wrapped around the base, but even then, she couldn’t encircle it fully.
Her hand moved up and down his shaft, stroking him with anticipation and hunger.
The contrast between their bodies was staggering—her soft curves against his chiseled fra, her dainty hand trying to manage the girth of his manhood.
Ross groaned, a deep, primal sound that rumbled in his chest as he bucked slightly into her touch.
He was clearly enjoying every second, and the pulse at the tip of his cock was proof of how close he already was.
Clear, sticky pre-cum gathered at the head, and Kristine leaned forward, watching it glisten in the dim light.
She paused, srized, then flicked her tongue out to taste it. Warm. Salty. Electric.
It made her thighs clench instinctively, a reaction she couldn’t control.
How did this even fit inside earlier? Kristine thought, dazed by both mory and current sensation.
The question pulsed in her mind, still incredulous that sothing this massive had stretched her so completely.
No matter how she tried to reason it, Ross was simply too big for any normal woman.
And yet—sohow—he had been inside her.
Deep inside. Filling her in a way no one ever had before.
And now, she wanted him again.
Slowly, sensually, she leaned in closer, letting her breath ghost over the slick head of his cock.
Her lips parted, and she gave him one slow, teasing lick from base to tip, savoring the way he trembled beneath her.
She smiled to herself, knowing she held all the power in that mont—even if he was the one built like a god.
Ross remained silent, watching from above with a smoldering gaze as Kristine devoted herself entirely to him.
She moved with confidence and hunger, her lips parted, tongue flicking out to explore his length like she was tasting sothing forbidden.
Her mouth and hands worked together in tandem—one hand stroking the base of his cock slowly, the other cradling his heavy balls as her tongue teased along the underside of his shaft.
Fifteen inches of thick, pulsing flesh stood between them—too big for her to take fully, but Kristine was determined to do as much as she could.
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