Jennifer’s breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, torn between sha and the undeniable pleasure coursing through her.
He caught one of her hands and guided it to the hardness pressing against his pants.
Jennifer gasped softly, her body trembling at the sensation.
She had never been this close, never felt a man like this before.
The weight, the heat, the undeniable dominance—it overwheld her, and despite her fear and loyalty, she felt her resistance slipping.
Ross leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "See? This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? You’ve been holding back for years, denying yourself... but I can feel how ready you are. How wet you are for ." His hand moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the outline of her body, mapping her reactions.
"I’ll give you everything you’ve been hiding from yourself. And when it’s over, I’ll make you so convinced that you can’t anymore live without or my cock."
Jennifer’s heart pounded, and a shiver ran through her as he continued to tease her.
Part of her wanted to push him away, to reclaim control, but another part—a deeper, more primal part—was desperate for him to take over, to claim her.
Her fingers trembled against him, her lips parted in silent surrender.
Ross’s hands moved with confident precision beneath Jennifer’s dress, sliding against the smooth, heated skin she had been desperately trying to keep under control.
He found her wetness quickly, and without hesitation, he pressed a finger inside her.
The sensation drew a sharp, involuntary moan from her lips, her body arching instinctively toward him.
"Ross... stop," she whispered, trembling, her voice a mix of fear, embarrassnt, and a desire she couldn’t deny.
Her hands tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her, shivering and pressing closer instead.
Ross didn’t relent. Instead, he caught her hands and guided them to the hardness straining against his pants.
The mont her fingers brushed it, she gasped, a shock of heat and disbelief washing through her.
He was so big, so impossibly hard, that the sensation sent her heart racing and her mind reeling.
"Co on," Ross murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Move those hands... make harder... and I’ll fuck you right here, right now." His words were deliberate, teasing, designed to strip away her control.
Each whispered promise slid under her defenses, pulling at sothing deep inside her, a longing she had buried for years.
Jennifer’s pulse pounded in her ears.
She wanted to resist, to reclaim so shred of control, but her body betrayed her, responding to every touch, every whisper.
Her breath ca in short, uneven gasps as she pressed her hands harder against him, feeling him throb under her touch.
The sha of it, the exhilaration of the danger, sent waves of heat through her, making her wetness pool around his probing finger.
Ross chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. "You feel that, don’t you? You’ve been holding back for so long... denying yourself... but I can feel it. You’re dripping for . Every gasp, every shiver—this is what you’ve been craving. Set my cock free. We both know you want it to happen also."
Jennifer’s knees felt weak, her body trembling from a mixture of desire and shock.
She wanted to pull away, to stop, to remind herself of reason—but Ross was relentless, his dominance undeniable, his teasing and control drawing her deeper into a haze of need.
Every word, every touch, every brush of his lips against her ear heightened her anticipation, making her body ache for more.
Jennifer’s mind was in chaos.
Every thought she had about what was proper, what was safe, what was right, was being overridden by instincts she couldn’t control.
Her hands moved on their own, fumbling clumsily at Ross’s pants and belt as if guided by so deeper, more primal part of her brain.
Within monts, she had freed the massive cock that had been trapped inside its confines.
She wrapped her fingers around it, but shock coursed through her—she couldn’t even get her hand fully around its impressive girth.
Ross leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily, and Jennifer felt herself lting into him even as a jolt of disbelief and excitent shot through her.
Oh my god... he’s so big! she thought, her mind reeling.
The sheer hardness, the weight of him, was electrifying.
Her pulse raced, her cunt pulsed with heat, and every nerve in her body seed to wake at once.
She wanted to pull away, to stop, to gather herself—but her body betrayed her, trembling and clinging to him at the sa ti.
She tried to push him lightly, just enough to assert so control, but Ross was unmovable.
Like a mountain, like rock, he was firm and relentless.
Yet the closeness, the heat of him against her, drew her in anyway.
Without thinking, her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, holding him closer, gripping him like a lifeline.
Ross didn’t hesitate.
He carried her through the house with steady, confident strides, each step sending tiny jolts of tension and anticipation through her body.
When he reached one of the private rooms, he lowered her onto the bed with care, though his presence remained commanding, magnetic. Jennifer’s voice trembled as she tried to speak.
"Ross... I..."
But he didn’t wait for her to finish. In a smooth, fluid motion, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was impossible to ignore.
Every muscle was sculpted, every line of his torso and arms radiated power, and his cock—the sheer size of it—left her frozen, her eyes wide and unblinking.
She felt like she was staring at sothing both dangerous and irresistible.
Her breathing beca shallow as she absorbed the sight.
Every detail of him—the hardness of his chest, the curve of his arms, the tension in his legs, the dominance radiating from his stance—left her reeling.
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