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Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180 Nobel
Bella watched, transfixed, as blood rushed southward, the shaft swelling and lengthening right before her eyes.
Inch by inch, it rose, pulsing with each heartbeat, growing harder, thicker, more commanding.
The head flared, darkening with arousal, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
Veins stood out in bold relief along its length, throbbing visibly as it reached full, unrelenting hardness.
Fifteen inches of pure, overwhelming power—thick enough that her fingers wouldn’t even meet if she tried to wrap her hand around it.
It stood proud and rigid, curving slightly upward, demanding attention, radiating heat she could almost feel from where she knelt.
Her mouth went dry. Her body responded in ways she couldn’t control—a rush of warmth between her legs, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her shirt.
Fear still lingered, sharp and electric, but it was tangled now with something darker, something needier.
This wasn’t just big. This was monumental. And it was all for her.
Bella might have been perfectly content to stay frozen in that moment forever—just kneeling there, hands trembling slightly as they rested at her sides, her eyes locked on the absolute monster throbbing mere inches from her face.
Fifteen inches of thick, veined, impossibly fat cock, standing tall and proud like it owned the very air around it.
The heat radiating from it brushed against her cheeks; the faint, masculine scent of him filled her senses.
She could see every detail: the subtle upward curve, the swollen head glistening with a fresh bead of precum, the heavy veins pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
It was overwhelming. Intimidating. Beautiful in the most primal way.
She could have stared for hours.
But Ross had other plans.
He shifted slightly on the bed, the movement drawing her gaze upward for just a second.
A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips—deep, warm, and edged with playful impatience.
"Are you really just going to look at it all day, Bella?" he asked, voice smooth as velvet but carrying that undeniable note of command.
His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched her.
"I have to admit... I expected you to be a little more proactive than this."
The gentle tease in his tone sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her body—embarrassment, yes, but also a spark of something bolder, something that made her thighs press together instinctively.
Her breath caught, and before she could overthink it, her hands moved on their own.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached forward.
Her fingers brushed the velvety skin first—just a feather-light touch along the underside—and even that small contact made his cock twitch powerfully in response.
Emboldened, she wrapped both hands around the base. Or tried to.
Her slender fingers couldn’t even come close to encircling the full girth; there was simply too much of him.
The sheer thickness made her pulse race.
It was burning hot against her palms, the skin impossibly smooth over a core as unyielding as steel.
Harder than steel, maybe. Every throb sent a jolt through her hands, up her arms, straight to her cunt.
Bella’s tongue swept across her lower lip without thinking, wetting it as her mouth suddenly felt too dry.
She began to move—slow, exploratory strokes from the root all the way up to the flared crown and back down again, marveling at the weight, the length, the way it seemed to grow even heavier under her touch.
Her thumbs traced the prominent veins, feeling them pulse beneath the surface like living cables of power.
Only then did she dare lift her eyes to meet his.
Ross was watching her intently, that devastating half-smile playing on his lips, making him look even more unfairly handsome—sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, dark hair slightly tousled, eyes gleaming with approval and hunger in equal measure.
"I’m Bella," she said softly, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.
It was absurd—they had not known each other’s names until now—but saying it felt like a lifeline, a tiny way to stall, to steady herself before she inevitably gave in to what her body was screaming for.
Ross’s smile widened, slow and intense, transforming his already gorgeous face into something downright sinful.
He let the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm before he answered.
"Me?" he murmured, voice low and rich with humor. "I go by many names, sweetheart... but you can call me Ross."
The way he said it—casual, confident, utterly in control—sent a delicious shiver racing down her spine.
His large hand moved then, fingers threading gently but firmly into her hair at the nape of her neck, not pulling, just resting there.
A silent reminder of who held the power here.
Bella’s heart hammered against her ribs.
Her hands never stopped their slow, nervous strokes along his length, and as his thumb brushed lightly against her scalp, she knew—deep down in her bones—that the moment of simply looking, simply touching, was over.
The inevitable was here.
And she was not even sure if she was ready to get fucked open.
Bella’s gaze drifted downward again, almost against her will, and the sight of Ross’s cock hit her with fresh force, as if she were seeing it for the very first time.
Fifteen inches of thick, unrelenting hardness towered before her, but now that she was only inches away, the details sharpened into something almost unreal.
The veins—God, those veins—were massive, thick cords that twisted and bulged along the full length of his shaft like rivers on a map, each one raised and prominent, pulsing slowly with the steady rhythm of his arousal.
They weren’t subtle; they were bold, intimidating, promising a kind of friction she’d never experienced before.
The skin stretched taut over them, glossy and flushed deep with blood, making every ridge stand out in stark relief.
Her mind spun out of control before she could stop it.
She imagined that monstrous cock finally pushing inside her—slowly splitting her open, stretching her to her absolute limit—and those same enormous veins dragging along her inner walls.