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Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187 Bloopers
Only the thick, veiny cock owning Bella’s pussy with every savage stroke.
Only the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Only the bouncing of her tits, the scrape of nails on skin, the animal growls in her ear, and the unbearable, exquisite promise that very soon she would shatter around him completely—and never be the same again.
"Ahhh..."
"Ohhh..."
"Ughhh... fuck..."
Bella’s moans spilled out unchecked, each one filthier and louder than the last, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
Her fingers dug into the back of Ross’s neck, nails biting into his skin as she hauled her upper body forward, desperate to see the obscene place where their bodies joined.
The sight stole what little breath she had left.
Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit around Ross’s enormous cock, the delicate pink folds pulled taut and gleaming under the low light.
It looked impossible—like she might tear in half at any second—yet the way her body greedily swallowed him again and again made it clear she was built for this kind of ruin.
Thick strands of her creamy arousal coated every throbbing inch of his shaft, dripping down to his heavy balls and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Each time he pulled back, her juices clung to him in glistening strings before snapping and falling onto her thighs.
Bella’s eyes went wide, lips parted in stunned awe. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way her pussy lips hugged him so tightly, fluttering and quivering with every slow withdrawal, only to be forced open again as he drove back in.
Ross drank in the look on her face—shock mixed with helpless, animal lust—and it snapped the last thread of his control.
His rhythm turned savage, hips snapping forward with brutal, unrestrained force.
*Pak.*
*Pak.*
*Pak.*
*Pak.*
The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the air, growing faster, harder, more punishing.
Each thrust bottomed out inside her, the swollen head of his cock battering against her cervix in a way that made her whole body jolt.
Her tight walls clamped down around him like a velvet fist, squeezing and rippling in desperate waves, milking him with every brutal stroke.
"Fuck! You have such a nice pussy, Bella," he growled through gritted teeth, voice rough with pleasure. "This pretty little cunt is trying to choke my dick."
Bella could only whimper in response, her back arching off the bed as another deep thrust sent sparks exploding behind her eyes.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, spread wide and hooked over his hips, giving him complete access to wreck her however he wanted.
Every drag of his thick shaft along her sensitive inner walls dragged another broken moan from her throat, her body betraying just how much she craved the overwhelming stretch, the delicious ache of being filled beyond capacity.
Ross leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing her cries as he pounded into her even harder.
Sweat slicked their skin, bodies sliding together in perfect, filthy harmony.
He could feel her getting wetter, hotter, her pussy fluttering around him in warning spasms that told him she was close—so close—to shattering completely.
And he wasn’t going to stop until she did.
"Hmmmmmp..."
Bella’s moans choked off into a tight, desperate whimper as the pleasure crested inside her, coiling so fiercely she could feel it in her toes.
Her entire body went rigid—back arched, thighs locked around Ross’s hips, breath caught in her throat.
For one heartbreaking second, her husband’s face flickered across her mind again, sharp and accusing, a final whisper of guilt trying to claw its way through the haze of lust.
But Ross felt the shift in her body instantly. He wasn’t going to allow her even a moment of retreat.
His hands shot down to her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh with bruising force.
He gripped her hard, palms spreading her cheeks as he lifted her hips clear off the soaked mattress, tilting her pelvis upward until she was completely exposed and impaled on him.
The new angle let him drive even deeper—impossibly deeper—his thick cock slamming straight into the mouth of her womb with every savage thrust.
There was no mercy now.
He fucked her like a man possessed, hips pistoning with raw, unrestrained power, pulling her body down to meet each brutal upward snap of his own.
The wet, obscene sounds of their joining filled the room—sharp slaps of skin, the slick squelch of her drenched pussy swallowing him whole, the creak of the bedframe protesting under the relentless rhythm.
Bella’s fleeting thought of her husband shattered like glass.
"Ohhhhh... fuck..."
The sound started low, almost wounded, like a helpless animal caught in a trap.
But it rose quickly, breaking into a high, trembling cry as the first orgasm tore through her.
This one was different from the others—deeper, more shattering—fed by the sheer size of the cock splitting her open and the merciless way he battered her most sensitive spot.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder—please!" she screamed, voice cracking, all pretense gone.
Her pussy clamped down around him in violent, rhythmic spasms, and then she came—hard.
A hot, forceful jet of clear fluid gushed out around his pounding shaft, spraying against his lower stomach and thighs in powerful bursts.
She squirted again and again, each contraction forcing more of her slick release to flood out, soaking his balls, dripping down her ass, and turning the sheets beneath her into a warm, slippery puddle.
Ross growled low in his throat, eyes dark with hunger as he watched her fall apart.
He didn’t slow—he couldn’t.
Feeling her squirt around him, feeling her walls flutter and milk his cock in desperate waves, only drove him wilder.
He fucked her faster, harder, hips slamming forward with punishing speed, chasing the tight, wet heat that was trying to drag him over the edge with her.
Bella’s first orgasm barely faded before the second crashed into her, then a third, then a fourth—each one stronger, closer together, until they blurred into one endless, overwhelming chain.
Her body shook uncontrollably, thighs quivering, toes curling, back bowing off the bed as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped through her.
Every thrust sent another gush of fluid spilling out, her pussy clenching and releasing in rapid, helpless pulses that left her sobbing with overstimulation.
"Ross—oh God—I can’t—too much—fuck!" she babbled incoherently, tears of pure ecstasy streaking down her flushed cheeks.
But her body told a different story. Her legs stayed locked around him, ankles digging into his back, urging him deeper even as she begged.
Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red trails, and her hips rolled up greedily to meet every punishing stroke.
The bed beneath them was ruined—sheets drenched and heavy with her release, the wet spot spreading wider with every fresh squirt.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and her sweet arousal.
Ross’s hands never left her ass, kneading and spreading her as he kept her tilted perfectly for his relentless invasion, watching with dark satisfaction as her body surrendered completely, again and again, to the pleasure only he was giving her.
Bella was lost now—utterly, beautifully lost—reduced to broken cries and shuddering gasps as the multiple orgasms rolled through her without mercy, each one wrung from her oversensitive, convulsing cunt by the thick cock that refused to stop claiming her.
And Ross still wasn’t done.
Five long, breathless minutes dragged by after Bella’s final, devastating climax.
Her body lay utterly spent beneath him—limbs heavy and trembling, chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged gasps.
The last weak pulses of her release still fluttered deep inside her swollen, pink pussy, a faint trickle of her arousal seeping out to join the vast wet stain that had completely ruined the sheets.
Her eyes were half-closed, glazed with exhaustion and lingering bliss, lips parted as soft, involuntary whimpers escaped with every shaky exhale.
Ross watched her, chest heaving, cock still buried to the hilt inside her convulsing heat.
He had held back through every one of her shattering orgasms, savoring the way her body had milked him again and again.
But now, with her finally quiet and pliant beneath him, the tight coil of his own need became impossible to ignore.
A low, guttural growl rumbled in his throat as he moved.
Strong hands slid down her sweat-slicked thighs, hooking under her knees.
With effortless strength, he lifted her legs high and draped them over his broad shoulders, folding her body nearly in half.
The position opened her completely—her ass lifted slightly off the bed, her drenched, puffy pussy tilted upward and impaled fully on his throbbing length.
Bella’s eyes fluttered open wider at the shift, a faint, hoarse gasp escaping as the new angle pressed him even deeper against her oversensitive walls.
There was no gentle buildup. No teasing strokes.
Ross pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside her, then slammed forward with a single, bone-jarring thrust that buried him to the root.