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Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152 Sophomore
Ross felt the shift in her—the sudden clench of her inner walls around his probing tongue, the way her clit throbbed harder under his circling fingers.
He didn’t relent.
If anything, he doubled his efforts: sucking her swollen nub gently between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while two fingers took over the steady rhythm on her slick folds.
He hummed low in his throat, the vibration rumbling straight through her core, pushing her even closer.
"Fuck—Ross—I’m coming! I’m—Ahhhhhh!"
The scream tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as the most intense orgasm of her young life finally shattered through her.
It hit like a tidal wave—sudden, overwhelming, unstoppable.
Her hips bucked hard against his face, grinding instinctively as wave after wave of blinding pleasure pulsed from her center outward.
Her virgin pussy clenched rhythmically, fluttering around nothing, and then—unexpected even to her—a hot, forceful rush escaped her.
She squirted in clear, pulsing jets that soaked Ross’s tongue, lips, and chin, dripping down his neck and onto the sheets below.
He didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, he groaned deeply in approval, lapping at her through every spasm, drinking her release like it was the sweetest nectar.
His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her open as her body shook and trembled violently in the grip of ecstasy.
Aftershocks rippled through her for what felt like minutes—smaller tremors that made her gasp and twitch each time his tongue brushed her oversensitive flesh.
When the storm finally began to ebb, Sabrina collapsed back against the bed, utterly spent.
Her chest heaved with ragged, sobbing breaths; her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat that made her glow in the dim light.
Limbs heavy and boneless, she lay there trembling, staring blankly at the ceiling as the last faint pulses of pleasure faded from her wet delicious cunt.
This was nothing—nothing—like the tentative, secretive climaxes she’d chased alone in her bedroom late at night, fingers hesitant and hurried under the covers.
Those had been soft, muted echoes of satisfaction, over almost as soon as they began.
This had been a revelation: fierce, consuming, soul-shaking.
It had torn her apart and rebuilt her in the space of a few breathless minutes, leaving her feeling raw, exposed, and utterly claimed.
Ross finally lifted his head, his lips and chin shiny with her essence.
He licked them slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste of her as his dark eyes met hers.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his mouth—part pride, part lingering hunger.
He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then crawled up her body, hovering over her trembling form.
Sabrina could barely focus, still drifting in the warm afterglow, but she felt the heat of him, the weight of his gaze.
She had never felt so undone, so completely surrendered... and they hadn’t even truly begun yet.
"I’ll be gentle," Ross promised, his voice a rough whisper laced with restraint as he leaned down to claim Sabrina’s lips once more.
The kiss was slower this time, almost tender—a stark contrast to the raw hunger that had driven him moments ago.
His mouth moved over hers with deliberate care, tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside to tangle with hers.
Sabrina tasted the lingering evidence of her own release on him: salty-sweet, unmistakably intimate. Instead of shying away, the knowledge sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to her core.
It was filthy, forbidden, and utterly arousing.
Her first time was already so much more intense, more depraved than any fantasy she’d ever entertained in the dark.
The thought alone made her pulse quicken again, her oversensitive body stirring with renewed need despite the lingering tremors from her climax.
Ross shifted above her, settling more firmly between her spread thighs.
His weight was solid, grounding, the heat of his skin searing against hers.
Sabrina’s hands roamed restlessly over his broad shoulders and down the muscled plane of his back, feeling the tension coiled in him as he held himself in check.
A minute into the deep, languid kiss, she felt it: something thick, impossibly hard, and burning hot nudging insistently at her slick entrance.
There was no mistaking it. Ross’s cock—fifteen inches of rigid, throbbing steel—pressed against her swollen folds, the broad, flared head alone already feeling far too large for her untouched body.
A nervous flutter twisted in her stomach, equal parts fear and desperate anticipation.
She was trembling again, but not from aftershocks this time.
Ross broke the kiss just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze dark and searching.
"Breathe with me," he murmured, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
"You’re ready. You can take me."
Sabrina nodded shakily, legs falling open wider in silent invitation.
She wanted this—wanted to feel him claim her completely, to cross the final threshold into womanhood.
Ross guided himself with one hand, dragging the heavy length of his cock through her soaked folds first, coating himself in her arousal and the faint trace of blood from earlier teasing.
The friction against her sensitive clit drew a soft whimper from her lips.
Then he positioned the blunt head right at her tight opening and began to push—slow, steady, inexorable.
"Hmmmmp!" The muffled cry burst from Sabrina as her body stretched around the massive crown.
The burn was immediate and fierce, a deep, stretching ache that bordered on pain as her virgin walls were forced to yield for the first time.
Tears welled instantly in her eyes, spilling over to track down her temples.
Her fingers dug hard into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks as she fought the instinct to tense up.
Ross groaned low and long, the sound rumbling from his chest.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he rasped, sweat beading along his hairline.
He inched forward carefully, gaining only a couple of thick inches before her clenching heat halted him.
Every tiny movement felt monumental—her body resisting even as it slowly opened for him.