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Chapter 1182: Chapter 1182 Blitz
Five minutes stretched into an eternity of wet sounds and heavy breathing.
Ross’s hips began to shift subtly, his hand tightening just slightly in Bella’s hair—not guiding, just anchoring.
His breathing grew rougher, deeper.
Then it happened.
The first thick rope of cum shot out with startling force—hot, heavy, and endless.
Pew
Pew
Pew
It came in powerful, rhythmic bursts, far more than she’d ever imagined possible.
Bella instinctively opened her mouth wider, trying to catch it, to swallow, to prove she could handle him in this way if not the other.
But it was too much. Far too much.
The volume was overwhelming—like trying to drink from a turned-on faucet.
It flooded her mouth instantly, thick and scalding hot, the strong, salty taste coating her tongue as she gulped frantically.
Cum spilled from the corners of her lips, dripped down her chin, streaked her cheeks.
She choked, coughed, eyes watering as more kept coming, pulse after pulse, until she felt like she was drowning in it.
Her hands kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop even as she struggled to breathe, face a mess of tears, saliva, and his release.
When it finally slowed, Bella pulled back with a wet gasp, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening.
Strings of cum connected her mouth to his still-hard cock for a moment before breaking.
She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, looking up at him through damp lashes—half-dazed, half-terrified, and undeniably aroused.
Ross looked down at her, satisfaction and amusement mingling in his dark eyes as he brushed a thumb gently across her cheek, smearing the mess there.
"Beautiful," he murmured, voice low and rough. "So fucking beautiful."
Ross pulled Bella onto his lap until she was straddling his hips, her thighs parting naturally around the hard muscle of his waist.
His hand slid up the delicate column of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, and he dragged her mouth down to his in a kiss that was anything but gentle—hungry, demanding, almost punishing in its intensity.
"Hmmmm..." The moan vibrated low in Bella’s throat as she felt the thick, heavy length of Ross’s cock trapped between them, pulsing hot against her cunt.
Even through the thin lace of her panties, the heat of him seared her.
Her slick folds dragged over the rigid shaft with every tiny shift of her hips, and she could feel herself growing impossibly wetter, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips as arousal soaked through.
Ross looked wild, feral—like a starving animal finally allowed to feast.
His dark eyes burned into hers, lips bruised and glistening from the force of their kiss.
Strong hands clamped down on her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave faint marks, and he began moving her body for her, guiding her in a slow, deliberate grind that forced her dripping pussy to slide along the full length of his cock again and again.
Each roll of her hips drew a low growl from his chest, the sound rumbling straight through her.
A minute stretched into an eternity of teasing friction, but it still wasn’t enough.
With a sudden surge of strength, Ross stood, lifting Bella effortlessly with him.
Her legs locked instinctively around his waist as he carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the cool sheets.
She sank into the mattress, chest rising and falling in shallow, needy breaths, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
He didn’t waste time.
Hooking his fingers under the delicate straps of her bra, he peeled it away, then dragged her soaked panties down her legs in one smooth motion.
For a long moment he simply stood there, gaze raking over every inch of her exposed body like he was committing it to memory.
She was a great beauty and Ross was happy he was going to take her next and fuck her hard.
Bella’s full breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, the soft pink nipples drawn tight into aching peaks that begged for his mouth.
Lower, her smooth pussy glistened shamelessly in the low light—swollen, slick, and flushed a deeper rose from the relentless grinding moments before.
A thin trail of arousal glistened on her inner thighs, evidence of how desperately she wanted him.
Ross’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, dark and deeply satisfied.
He drank her in like she was something rare and priceless—his newest, most exquisite acquisition—already trembling and dripping for whatever he planned to do next.
Ross didn’t pause for a single breath.
He lowered his powerful frame over her, the heat of his skin radiating against hers as his large, calloused hands descended on her full, ripe breasts like he’d been starving for them his entire life.
"Ahhhh..." Bella inhaled sharply, lips parting as she tried—desperately—to swallow the moan clawing its way up her throat.
She failed almost instantly.
Ross was merciless in his knowledge of her body; his palms molded to the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, kneading with slow, deliberate pressure that made her spine bow off the mattress.
His thumbs swept in lazy circles around her areolas, teasing the sensitive skin until her nipples tightened into aching, rosy peaks.
Then he pinched—sharp, precise twists that drew a broken cry from her lips and sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her clit.
He alternated without mercy: feather-light strokes that had her trembling and begging silently for more, followed by firm, possessive squeezes that bordered on bruising.
Every touch was perfectly calculated, a devastating blend of worship and dominance that unraveled her completely.
Bella’s breathing came in shallow, ragged bursts—more than two dozen of them—before Ross finally showed mercy.
Or perhaps none at all.
He dipped his dark head, mouth hot and wet as it closed over one swollen nipple.
The first deep pull was greedy, almost savage, his tongue flicking hard against the stiff bud while his cheeks hollowed with suction.
Bella’s fingers flew to his hair, threading through the thick strands as her back arched violently, offering herself up to him like a virgin sacrifice.