Chapter 746: Chapter 746 Academy
But Tianna wasn’t disappointed. She didn’t stop.
Instead, she latched her lips around the swollen, leaking tip of his cock, moaning deeply as his thick pre-cum coated her tongue.
It was like a drug—salty, rich, overpowering.
Her hands worked the rest of his length, slick and skillful, stroking him from base to crown while her mouth remained latched to the tip, sucking gently, hungrily, worshipfully.
She wanted him to feel good.
She wanted to please him. But more than anything, she wanted to taste everything.
And Ross responded.
He groaned again, louder this ti, his body tensing under her touch.
She felt the pulsing in his shaft intensify. Her hands moved faster. Her lips sealed tighter.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Then—without warning—it happened.
Ross’s cock jerked in her mouth.
Pew
Pew
Pew
A flood of cum erupted from him, thick and hot and endless.
The first blast hit the back of her throat and nearly made her choke, but she pushed through and swallowed.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
She drank as much as she could—her mouth full, her hands steady—but there was too much.
It spilled from the corners of her lips, down her chin, dripping onto her chest and cleavage.
She pulled back for air, coughing softly, and that’s when the second wave hit her.
Ross kept going.
He groaned again, louder, and more of his seed shot out, painting her cheeks, her forehead, her nose.
It splashed across her soaked bra, her breasts now shiny with thick, white streaks.
Her hair clung to her face, damp and sticky, strands glued to her skin by the sheer volu of his release.
She gasped, dazed and trembling, as the downpour continued.
Ross stood over her like a god, and she—kneeling, soaked, marked—was reduced to a shaking, breathless ss.
But it didn’t end there.
Without warning, a surge of heat shot through her body. Her thighs clenched.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her stomach tensed.
Then—release.
“Ahhhhhh…” Tianna moaned, her voice cracking as her orgasm slamd into her like a wave of fire and light.
Her body seized, her hips jerked, her toes curled. She hadn’t even touched herself—but it didn’t matter.
The scent.
The taste.
The feel of him.
The sha and submission…
It all ignited sothing deep in her soul.
Her orgasm shook her to her core.
Her arms gave out, and she collapsed backward into the tub, water splashing around her.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her soaked clothes clinging to every curve.
Her skin was flushed, her mouth half-open, eyes fluttering from the aftershocks.
For a mont, she couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.
Her legs twitched as the pleasure slowly faded, leaving her weak and overwheld.
Water still poured down from above.
Cum slowly ran down her body, mingling with the water.
Her bra was nearly translucent now, clinging tightly to her skin, her hardened nipples clearly visible through the soaked fabric.
She looked up at Ross through heavy-lidded eyes, barely able to focus.
Ross now leaned over her, his powerful fra looming above, casting a shadow over her trembling body.
The heat from the shower poured down on him, steam rising from his skin as if his very presence defied nature.
Muscles rippled with every slight movent, droplets of water tracing the hard lines of his chest, shoulders, and arms.
He looked like a force of nature—unstoppable, undeniable—and Tianna could hardly breathe beneath him.
She had almost completely forgotten about the handcuffs still secured around one of her wrist connected to one of his also.
Sohow, they didn’t bother her.
It was as if Ross’s body possessed a kind of magic—a subtle, supernatural awareness.
Every ti she moved, he moved with her. Anticipated her. Guided her.
There wasn’t a single mont where she felt restricted or trapped.
The cuffs, though real, seed irrelevant.
All she could feel now was him—the heat of his body, the weight of his presence, and the strange way he made her feel both powerless and protected at the sa ti.
Wrapped beneath him, with the hot water cascading down and his eyes locked onto hers, Tianna felt completely consud.
And more than that… was a ss. A dripping, trembling, ruined ss.
But she didn’t feel regret.
She felt… complete.
And that scared her more than anything else.
Hahhh…
Hahhh…
Hahhh…
Tianna’s chest rose and fell in sharp rhythm as she tried to collect herself.
Her legs were still unsteady, her skin tingling with the ghost of pleasure that had rolled through her monts ago.
Her heart thundered in her chest, not from exertion—no, from the raw intensity of what had just happened.
She had just experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.
And she hadn’t even been touched.
Not by his hands. Not by fingers. Not by lips.
Ross hadn’t laid a single intimate hand on her, and yet she had co like a woman possessed—like a toy played to its limit.
She had begged with her body, had willingly knelt, kissed, tasted, and swallowed him.
Her own pleasure had co as a result of her submission, her service.
And what scared her most… was how good it had felt.
Her head spun with the weight of it all.
She looked down again, eyes drawn to Ross’s cock.
Even the water pooling in the tub could not hide its length.
It was still hard. Still swollen.
Still demanding, towering with impossible strength and readiness.
Her lips parted slightly.
Even now, after everything, a flicker of instinct inside her told her to kneel again.
To open her mouth. To offer herself completely.
But she didn’t move.
She was at a loss for words.
And then—just like that—Ross spoke, his deep voice breaking through the fog in her head.
“Good job, Tianna,” he said, his tone calm, almost amused. “You saved your virginity… for now.”
For now. The words echoed inside her like a soft threat—or a promise.
She wasn’t sure which.
He offered her his hand. She took it without thinking, and he helped her stand.
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