Chapter 749: Chapter 749 Chart
The bed creaked. The air was thick with sweat and sex. Ti slipped away. Minutes passed.
Then an hour. Then two. Still, they didn’t stop.
Ross’s stamina was unreal, endless.
Heaven, for all her beauty and experience, was left gasping, clawing at his chest, begging him for more… and Tianna watched it all—eyes wide, breathless, and more aroused than she had ever been in her life.
Finally, hours later, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs—spent, soaked, utterly satisfied.
But Tianna…
She remained untouched. Unsatisfied.
Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms as she forced herself to stay still.
She didn’t allow herself the release her body so desperately craved.
She lay there in silence, eyes wide open in the dark, her heart pounding against her ribs.
That night was torture.
Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for relief.
Her panties were soaked, her thighs sticky with arousal.
She tossed and turned in the sheets, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Her mind replayed every mont in vivid detail—Heaven’s cries, Ross’s deep grunts, the wet sounds of flesh eting flesh, over and over and over again.
And worst of all… the thought that refused to leave her:
“Next ti… I don’t want to just watch.”
She didn’t sleep a wink.
Morning broke gently through the mansion windows, casting golden rays of sunlight across the polished floors and ornate decor.
The rest of the house was already awake—so had even been up for an early jog or shower, others sluggishly moved about, drawn by the sll of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling food.
The kitchen was lively. Plates clattered. Toast popped. Bacon sizzled in the pan.
Conversations drifted lazily between contestants as they slowly settled into the rhythm of the new day.
But as ti passed and breakfast was served and nearly finished, it beca clear that three people were still notably absent.
Ross.
Heaven.
And Tianna.
They hadn’t stirred. The three were still sleeping.
By the ti most of the house was cleaning up their plates, curiosity had gotten the better of nearly everyone.
One by one, they found themselves glancing down the hallway toward the massive bedroom door that had remained closed all night.
It had beco the quiet center of attention.
Finally, one of the more daring contestants tiptoed closer, pushing the door just enough to peer inside.
What they saw was… unforgettable.
Ross lay sprawled in the center of the enormous bed, sheets haphazardly thrown across his waist, his chest bare and rising slowly with each breath.
On one side, Heaven was curled against him, her hand resting lightly on his stomach, her long hair tangled across his chest.
On the other, Tianna lay just as close, one leg draped over his, her face nestled against his shoulder.
They looked like a painting—one of those provocative Renaissance artworks where the lovers slept after hours of unrestrained passion.
The door creaked slightly, and a few more contestants crept forward, peeking in behind the first.
Whispers started almost imdiately.
“Goddamn…” one of the guys breathed. “That’s a whole buffet in bed right there.”
“I’d do anything to switch places with Big D right now,” said another, eyes wide with a mix of admiration and envy.
“Sa here,” soone else agreed. “Dude’s living the dream.”
“Hey—do you think he fucked Tianna too?” a voice asked, half-whisper, half-excited.
“I don’t think so,” one replied. “I only heard Heaven’s voice last night. Loud, wild, and constant. Tianna was quiet.”
“I don’t buy it,” said another. “Big D probably already got with her. Maybe not during the night—but maybe during a shower or sothing. She looked completely spellbound by him yesterday. Like she was already his.”
The boys chuckled, exchanging grins filled with both awe and jealousy.
The girls weren’t immune either. Several stood nearby, arms crossed, pretending not to care—yet their eyes lingered, expressions unreadable.
One of them finally broke the silence.
“Heaven looked like she couldn’t walk straight yesterday,” she said dryly, glancing toward the bedroom. “If Ross did the sa to Tianna, then she’s definitely not waking up anyti soon.”
“Can you bla them?” another girl muttered. “Have you seen that man? If I got a taste of that, I’d probably pass out too.”
A third girl leaned in and whispered, “I heard Heaven screaming through the walls. Not moaning—screaming. And that went on for hours.”
The group fell quiet for a mont, the weight of that statent hanging in the air.
“Big D is insane,” soone finally muttered. “Like, inhuman. No one has that much stamina.”
“Apparently, he does.”
Everyone exchanged glances again. So were amused. So were intrigued.
So were quietly calculating.
Ross was no longer just the handso new guy or the lucky contestant.
He had beco the center of gravity inside the house. n wanted to be him.
Won wanted to be with him—or, at the very least, understand what it was about him that could leave two beautiful won tangled in bed until noon.
And even though the trio was still fast asleep behind that bedroom door, the impact of last night was already echoing through the halls.
Whispers filled the mansion. Assumptions. Fantasies. Jealousies.
And none of them could wait to see what would happen once Ross, Heaven, and Tianna finally woke up.
The sun stread gently into the room, casting golden beams across the wooden floor and the soft folds of the blankets that still clung to the corners of the bed.
Ross stirred first.
He sat up, stretched his arms with a quiet sigh, then looked to his side and saw Tianna, still curled up, her breathing slow and even.
With a soft touch, he nudged her shoulder.
“Ti to wake up,” he murmured.
“Mmm…” Tianna blinked awake slowly, her mind groggy but still haunted by the echoes of last night—the sounds, the images, the heat that had never fully faded.
Her cheeks flushed faintly as she sat up, clutching the edge of the sheet.
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