Ross knew Reina had passed the point of no return. Her lust to him was plete, her mind and body entirely his to mand.
She would do anything for him, anything to stay in this blissful state he provided, and he wasn’t about to waste such a moment.
He savored his triumph, the way she trembled beneath him, and the look in her eyes that spoke of unrestrained adoration and need.
He leaned down, capturing her lips once more, his kiss deep and manding, as his hips moved in a steady, relentless rhythm.
His cock drove into her tight, wet heat with practiced precision, each thrust claiming her more thoroughly than the last.
"Uggghhhhhhhh…" Reina moaned hard against his mouth, her hands threading into his hair, pulling him closer as though she couldn’t bear even a sliver of distance between them.
She arched her back, her body eager to receive him, and spread her legs wider, granting him all the room he needed to take her to the very depths of her being.
Every inch of him filled her perfectly, his rock-hard cock stretching her in ways she had never thought possible.
She could feel every ridge and vein along his shaft as they moved against her most sensitive spots, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly consuming.
Their tongues tangled in a heated dance as they kissed with wild abandon, their shared breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.
Saliva trickled from the corners of their mouths, but Reina didn’t care—such trivial details no longer mattered.
All that existed was the fire Ross ignited within her, burning brighter and hotter with each passing second.
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A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her that this man wasn’t her husband, but even that was drowned out by the sheer ecstasy coursing through her.
This was the greatest pleasure she had ever known, and nothing else could pare. Ross moved with calculated precision, his thrusts deep and powerful, but always just shy of letting her tip over the edge.
She was close—so close she could taste it—but Ross refused to let her find release. Instead, he teased her, prolonging her agony, keeping her hovering on the brink for what felt like an eternity.
Her body quivered with the need for release, her nails digging into his back as she begged him wordlessly to let her fall. But Ross only smirked against her lips, his control unyielding.
He enjoyed her torment, the way her body writhed beneath him, desperate and needy, pletely at his mercy.
Finally, after what felt like hours—30 long, excruciating minutes—he decided to reward her. With one particularly deep and perfectly angled thrust, he sent her hurtling into bliss.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Reina screamed, her orgasm tearing through her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around Ross’s cock as pleasure consumed her.
Stars burst behind her eyelids, and she cried out his name, her voice raw and trembling.
Ross groaned low and deep, his control finally breaking as he followed her over the edge. His cock throbbed inside her, spilling his hot, thick release deep into her core.
The sensation of his seed flooding her only heightened Reina’s pleasure, sending aftershocks rippling through her trembling body.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, locking him in place, as though she could somehow keep him there forever.
Her thighs quivered, her skin slick with sweat, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. But none of that mattered.
Reina looked up at Ross with half-lidded eyes, her expression dazed and utterly satisfied. In that moment, she didn’t care about the consequences, about the world outside this room, or about the man who wasn’t here.
All she cared about was Ross and the piece of heaven he had given her—a heaven she never wanted to leave.
"Ross…" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clung to him.
"Don’t let this end…"
Ross smirked, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. "Oh, Reina," he murmured, his tone both teasing and possessive.
"You have no idea what you’re asking of me."
Ross wasn’t done—not even close. Barely ten minutes after their last session ended, he was ready again, his insatiable hunger driving him forward.
Reina lay sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to recover from the ecstasy he had already wrung from her.
But the moment she felt him positioning himself at her entrance once more, her eyes fluttered open, and a mixture of anticipation and awe washed over her.
"Ross…" she whispered, her voice hoarse from moaning his name countless times already.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, Ross leaned forward, his intense gaze locking onto hers as he pressed into her again, his thick cock sliding slowly, deliberately into her drenched core.
Reina gasped, her back arching off the bed as her body instinctively adjusted to acmodate him once more. The sensation was overwhelming, her sensitive walls gripping him tightly, as if reluctant to let go.
Ross smirked at her reaction, his hands firmly gripping her thighs as he thrust in deeper. This time, he wasn’t content to let her simply lie beneath him.
He lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders, and leaned forward until her body folded beneath him, her knees nearly touching her chest.
The new position allowed him to plunge even deeper, each thrust hitting spots that made Reina cry out in pure bliss.
"Ahhh… Ross!" she moaned, her hands clawing at the sheets as she tried to ground herself against the onslaught of pleasure.
Her breasts bounced with every powerful stroke, and her hair splayed out like a halo against the damp sheets.
Ross’s pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with relentless force. He moved like a tireless predator, his stamina and strength seemingly endless.
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with the wet, obscene noises of their bodies meeting over and over again.
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