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Chapter 1184: Chapter 1184 Stealth
Bella could only whimper, shaking her head weakly even as her pussy clenched around his fingers in betrayal.
Ross’s smile turned wicked, predatory.
He withdrew his fingers almost completely, then thrust them back in slowly, watching her face with hungry intensity.
"Here’s a better question," he murmured, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Would you like me to bring Sebastian right here—sit him in the corner and make him watch while I fuck you senseless? Let him see how beautifully you fall apart on another man’s cock, how you soak the sheets and beg for more while he can only sit there, helpless?"
The filthy words barely left his mouth before Bella’s body answered for her.
Her cunt clamped down hard around his fingers in a fierce, involuntary spasm—tight, rhythmic pulses that milked him desperately as a fresh flood of slick arousal coated his hand and dripped down her ass.
Her hips bucked against his hold, chasing the pleasure even as mortified tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Ross groaned low in his throat, the sound pure male satisfaction.
He pumped his fingers faster now, just enough to keep her teetering on the edge, drawing out every betraying clench and shudder.
"That’s it," he rasped, eyes locked on her flushed, desperate face. "Your body already knows the answer, Bella. It’s mine tonight—and it’s starving for everything your husband can’t give you."
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhh..."
Bella’s voice cracked on every desperate sound, rising in pitch as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter deep in her core.
Words were long gone; all that remained were these raw, animal moans spilling from her parted lips.
Her pussy fluttered wildly around Ross’s thick finger, walls rippling in frantic, rhythmic contractions as the orgasm built like a storm—slow at first, then sudden and overwhelming.
A deep, silent rumble vibrated through her slick channel, the pressure mounting, her arousal swelling to the brink of bursting.
She was right there—one more stroke, one more curl of his fingers, and she would shatter.
Just one more and that would make her come completely.
And then Ross stopped.
Completely.
His finger stayed buried to the hilt inside her, unmoving, letting her feel every cruel inch of the denial.
Bella’s cunt clenched around him in desperate, milking spasms—tight, pleading pulses that begged for release—but Ross only watched her with hooded, predatory eyes, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
He savored the way her body betrayed her, those velvet walls gripping him uselessly, trying to pull him deeper, to force the friction she needed so badly.
He knew exactly what he held in his hand.
This wasn’t just any pussy—this was prime, exquisite perfection.
Tight as a virgin’s, responsive beyond reason, and still so gloriously untamed.
Even her husband—Sebastian—hadn’t truly claimed it, hadn’t pushed her to the edges she clearly craved.
Ross could feel it in every flutter, every involuntary squeeze: she was starving for someone to ruin her properly, to take her apart until she forgot her own name.
Two agonizing minutes dragged by in silence broken only by Bella’s whimpers and the wet sound of her hips shifting restlessly on the sheets.
Tears of pure frustration gathered at the corners of her eyes, her chest heaving as she fought not to beg outright.
Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat, swollen and untouched, while her denied orgasm simmered just beneath the surface, hot and unspent.
Only then—slowly, deliberately—did Ross withdraw his finger.
It emerged glistening, coated in thick strands of her creamy arousal.
He brought them to his lips, eyes locked on hers, and licked them clean with deliberate, filthy thoroughness.
His tongue swirled around each digit, gathering every drop of her sweet, tangy essence as though it were the rarest delicacy.
Bella watched, transfixed and mortified, her pussy clenching on nothing at the sight.
Ross’s smirk widened into something dark and triumphant.
He lowered his head between her trembling thighs once more, broad shoulders forcing her legs even wider until she was completely exposed—pink, swollen, and dripping shamelessly for him.
The first touch of his tongue was devastating: a long, flat lick from her quivering entrance all the way up to her aching clit, gathering the fresh flood of arousal that had leaked out during her denial. Bella’s entire body jolted.
"Oh yes—God, please, yes!"
His mouth was scorching hot, tongue firm and relentless as it explored her.
He lapped at her soaked folds with slow, greedy strokes—up and down, side to side—savoring her taste like a man possessed.
Then he stiffened his tongue and thrust it deep inside her, fucking her with it in steady, rhythmic pushes that had her hips bucking off the bed.
He drank her down noisily, wet sounds filling the room as he swallowed every gush of fresh slickness, groaning against her as though he couldn’t get enough.
Bella’s hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting desperately in the thick strands as she held him exactly where she needed him.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head, muscles taut and shaking.
It didn’t take long—not after the brutal edging she’d endured.
The big orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, twice as intense as anything she had experienced in her life.
"Ahhhhh—fuck!" she screamed, voice raw and breaking as ecstasy tore through her.
Her back arched violently off the mattress, hips grinding shamelessly against his mouth as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over her.
Her pussy convulsed in powerful spasms, and then she squirted—hot, clear streams pulsing from her in forceful jets that soaked Ross’s tongue, his lips, his chin.
He didn’t flinch; he growled in approval and sealed his mouth over her, lapping greedily at every spurt, swallowing it all down like he was addicted to her taste.
Bella’s entire body shook with the force of it—thighs clamping around his head, toes curling, fingers pulling his hair hard enough to sting.
The pleasure stretched on and on, prolonged by his relentless tongue until she was sobbing from overstimulation, her cries turning into breathless, broken whimpers.