Chapter 664: Chapter 664 AncestorSasha lay sprawled across the bed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her body was slick with sweat, limbs trembling from the waves of pleasure that had just wrecked her.
Her mind was foggy, adrift in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
For a moment, all she wanted was to sink into the soft sheets and drift into sleep.
But then, slowly, awareness crept back.
She felt the weight above her—Ross’s warm, muscular body still pressing her down, his chest flush against hers.
His arms cradled her gently, his breath brushing against her ear in slow, even puffs. It was forting… grounding… but then she felt something else.
He was still inside her.
And not just inside—still thick, still hard.
Her eyes fluttered open. She shifted slightly beneath him, and the sensation of his full length still pulsing within her made her gasp softly.
“You…” Her voice came out in a whisper. “You haven’t e yet?”
Ross chuckled softly above her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her damp forehead. “Nope,” he said casually, his smile full of playful heat. “But don’t worry. I’m patient. I’ll wait until you’re ready for the next round.”
Sasha blinked, stunned for a second. There was a teasing confidence in his voice, but also a tenderness that made her heart flutter.
A heavy silence hung between them, charged with unspoken tension and the remnants of their passion.
She felt the steady thump of his heartbeat against her chest, the slow movement of his hands tracing lazy circles along her sides.
Finally, she exhaled and gave him a tired but sincere smile.
“You don’t have to wait,” she murmured. “You can move… if you want. I’m okay.”
He didn’t say a word—he just kissed her, deep and slow, pouring his affection and gratitude into the meeting of their lips.
She melted into it, her fingers curling into his hair, pulling him closer. When he pulled back, his eyes had darkened, that teasing glint returning.
Without a word, Ross shifted his body, guiding one of her thighs up and over his broad shoulder.
The change in angle made her gasp softly, anticipation beginning to pool inside her again despite her earlier exhaustion.
Then he moved.
There was no hesitation this time—he drove into her with raw need, each thrust firm and purposeful.
The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall. Her body, still sensitive from the earlier high, reacted immediately.
She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips rocked in time with his.
He was relentless.
Her thigh trembled where it rested against his shoulder.
Her breasts bounced with each deep slam of his hips, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room like a carnal symphony.
Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as he pounded into her with a pace that left her dizzy.
“God, Ross…” she whimpered, barely able to form the words as pleasure began to build again.
Ross leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You feel so good,” he growled softly. “So warm… so tight. I could fuck you all day long and I won’t get bored or tired at all.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine.
Her body responded before her mind could catch up—hips arching up, legs tightening around him, drawing him in deeper, faster.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Ughhhh…”
“Fuck me, Ross! Fuck me hard.” Her moans grew louder, raw and needy, echoing through the room.
Sasha wasn’t sure how much longer she could last.
Her earlier orgasm had left her sensitive, and now every thrust felt like it lit her nerves on fire.
And still, Ross didn’t stop.
He drove into her with a hunger that seemed to defy exhaustion, like she was the only thing in the world he craved.
And the truth was—she loved it.
Loved the way he looked at her like she was everything. Loved the way he held her like she was precious even while fucking her like a storm.
Loved the way he hadn’t even finished yet, but had cared enough to wait—wait until she was ready.
As she neared the edge again, she couldn’t stop the trembling in her legs, the way her back arched off the mattress.
“Ross—I’m… I’m gonna…”
“I know. e on my big hard cock, Sasha,” he whispered, burying himself deep one last time.
Ross grabbed Sasha’s other thigh and hoisted it up onto his shoulder, spreading her open pletely beneath him.
Her body arched at the new angle, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt the shift—deeper, fuller, more intense.
He held her hips in a firm grip, his fingers digging slightly into her soft skin as he pushed forward, driving himself all the way into her, until there was nothing left between them.
She could feel him—every inch, every vein, every throbbing pulse—stretching her, filling her, claiming her.
Their eyes locked, raw and burning with desire. And then, without warning, they both came.
“Rosssssss!” Sasha peaked again. Her body shook violently as the climax tore through her, stealing her breath and curling her toes.
Her moans spilled out, helpless and uncontrolled, as waves of white-hot pleasure crashed over her again and again.
Her inner walls tightened around Ross, milking him as he groaned deeply, his head falling forward.
He let go with a growl, his body tensing above hers. Spurts of hot, thick release poured into her, filling her pletely.
She could feel it—every twitch, every pulse—as his cock throbbed inside her, releasing in heavy, powerful bursts.
Her body accepted it greedily, her hips twitching as the sensation overwhelmed her senses.
But they didn’t stop. They seemed even more hungry for one another.
Their need hadn’t faded—it only deepened.
Ross leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss, and began moving again, slower at first but quickly picking up pace.
Sasha wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, craving the friction, the pressure, the connection.
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