"Suck first," he whispered, every word deliberate and laced with dominance.
"Do that, and then I’ll give you the reward you’re begging for."
Jasmine swallowed hard, her frustration lting into sothing else—hunger.
Her body pulsed with need, and her mind clouded with a single thought: obey him.
Her lips curled into a sinful smile, her voice a breathy purr as she replied, "Gladly."
Without another word, she slipped off the seat, sinking to her knees between his legs with a grace that belied her urgency.
Her hands moved fast, tugging at his belt, fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness.
She could feel the heat radiating from him, the bulge pressing against the fabric like a wild animal caged too long.
When the belt finally loosened and the zipper slid down, she felt her pulse hamring in her ears. She parted the fabric and freed him, and the sight stole her breath away.
God...
Her eyes widened as Ross’s cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and impossibly hard. It was a monster, jutting upward proudly, veins snaking along its massive length.
Fifteen inches of pure masculine power, throbbing with each beat of his heart.
Her mouth watered instantly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as heat pooled between her legs so fiercely it almost hurt.
Jasmine wrapped her fingers around the base, and the weight of him made her thighs tremble.
He was so hot, so rigid, and just holding him sent a delicious shiver through her.
She glanced up at him through her lashes, her expression sultry and full of wicked promise.
"God, Ross..." she whispered, stroking him slowly from base to tip, marveling at the sheer size. "You’re... incredible."
Ross leaned back in his seat, his gaze burning into her, his lips curling in satisfaction as he watched his wife kneel before him like a goddess ready to worship her king.
"Show , Jasmine," he said, his voice thick with hunger. "Show how much you want it."
Her answer was a soft laugh, dripping with desire. "You have no idea..."
She leaned forward, her lips brushing the swollen head in a feather-light kiss that made his cock twitch violently in her hand.
Her tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive tip, savoring the salty taste of his arousal.
Then, with a slow, sensual motion, she wrapped her lips around him, taking the first few inches into her mouth.
"Mmm..." Jasmine moaned softly as her tongue swirled, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently.
Ross’s groan filled the empty theater, low and primal, vibrating through her cunt like an electric current.
The sound made her wetter, needier.
She worked him with worshipful precision, stroking the length with her hand as her mouth slid deeper, taking more of him in with each pass.
Inch by inch, her lips stretched, her jaw ached, but she didn’t stop—she wanted to feel him hit the back of her throat, to taste every inch of the man who owned her body and soul.
Ross’s fingers sank into her hair, gripping tight as his hips rolled subtly forward, guiding her, setting the pace.
"That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Take it. Every. Damn. Inch."
His words were gasoline on her fire. Jasmine moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shudders up his spine.
Her mascaraed lashes fluttered as tears pricked her eyes, her throat stretching as she pushed herself deeper and deeper until her nose brushed his abs and her gag reflex trembled in surrender.
She held there, her throat wrapped around him, and Ross threw his head back with a guttural groan that echoed through the nearly empty theater.
When she finally pulled back, saliva clung to her lips and chin, glistening as she stroked him with one hand and licked up the thick shaft with the other.
Her eyes burned with lust as she whispered huskily, "Now... give my reward."
Ross’s smirk turned feral.
He hauled her up in one swift motion, his mouth crushing hers in a bruising kiss before spinning her and bending her over the seat.
His hands yanked her skirt up, baring her soaked panties—and with a single sharp tug, they were gone.
"Your reward..." he growled, lining himself up as she quivered with anticipation. "Is . All of ."
And then—he slamd into her in one brutal, glorious thrust.
"Yes!" Jasmine scread, her voice echoing off the theater walls.
For a fleeting second, a spark of awareness that they were still in a cinema flickered in her mind—that soone could hear, soone could see—but the thought was crushed the mont Ross slamd into her again, harder, deeper.
Her world shattered into pure sensation, her entire being consud by the stretch of his cock inside her tight, dripping cunt.
He filled her completely—every inch of that massive, throbbing length buried deep where no man had ever reached before.
Her pussy clenched down on him like a vise, greedy, desperate, as if her body had one purpose: to keep him there forever.
The sheer fullness made her cry out in ecstasy, fingers clutching at the seat in front of her, knuckles white as her legs trembled violently.
Ross groaned, low and guttural, his voice vibrating against her ear as he bent over her, his breath hot and ragged.
His hands gripped her hips with a bruising force, dragging her back onto his cock again and again, his thrusts deep and rciless.
The sound of wet flesh eting filled the room, obscene and rhythmic, mingling with Jasmine’s broken moans and the sharp intake of her breath every ti his cock slamd against her cervix.
"Fuck, Jasmine," Ross growled, his voice laced with dark pleasure as he looked down at where they were joined, at how her slick heat swallowed him whole.
"You’re fucking tight. So beautiful. So damn perfect."
Jasmine could barely speak; the words tangled in her throat as wave after wave of bliss tore through her.
Her body was beyond her control, hips rolling back to et his thrusts, her pussy clenching even tighter as if trying to pull him deeper.
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