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Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189 Gladiator
With a soft, shaky exhale, Bella gathered what little strength remained and pushed herself up on unsteady arms.
Her knees sank into the mattress as she shifted, swinging one trembling leg over Ross’ hips until she straddled him fully, facing him.
The movement made more of his earlier load slip out of her, warm and obscene, dripping down onto his lower abdomen.
She felt it smear between their skin and flushed hot with embarrassment—and something darker, hungrier.
From this angle, his cock looked even more monstrous.
Fifteen impossible inches rose toward her like a challenge, the fat crown flushed an angry purple, veins bulging along the shaft, the entire length glazed with their combined release.
A fresh bead of precum welled at the slit and slid slowly down the underside, mixing with the mess already coating him.
Bella’s ruined pussy twitched in helpless response, lips puffy and parted, entrance gaping slightly from the brutal stretching it had taken.
She was still so sensitive that even the faint brush of air against her exposed insides made her hips jerk.
Swallowing hard, she reached down with both hands—because one was never enough—and wrapped her fingers around the base.
The heat of him seared her palms; he was burning hot, throbbing powerfully against her grip.
She could feel his heartbeat in the shaft, strong and insistent.
Carefully, reverently almost, she lifted the heavy length and guided the broad head between her slick, swollen folds.
The blunt crown nudged her entrance, sliding through the creamy remnants of his earlier orgasm, coating itself anew in the filthy mixture leaking from her.
Bella paused there, breathing ragged, thighs quivering as she braced her free hand on his rock-hard abdomen for balance.
His skin was fever-hot under her palm, muscles flexing subtly beneath.
She looked up and met his eyes—dark, amused, commanding without a single word.
The silent message was clear: Do it. Take every inch. Earn it.
She drew one last trembling breath... and began to sink down.
"Ohhhhh..." The thick head breached her with a wet, filthy pop, forcing her oversensitive walls to part once more.
A sharp, electric jolt shot through her as the ridge of his crown dragged over raw, swollen tissue.
Inch by agonizing inch, she lowered herself, gravity and her own weight driving her down onto that unforgiving shaft.
Her pussy stretched impossibly wide again, burning with the delicious friction of being split open a second time.
Old cum squelched lewdly around the invasion, forced out in thick spurts by his sheer girth, running in warm streams over his heavy balls and soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Ahhhhhh..." The sound ripped from her throat, long and broken, half-moan, half-sob, as pleasure and pain blurred into something overwhelming.
Her head fell back, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open in a silent cry.
She was only halfway down and already felt impossibly full—stuffed to the absolute limit, the thick head pressing insistently against places inside her that still fluttered with aftershocks from earlier.
Her thighs shook violently now, muscles screaming as she fought to keep lowering herself.
Every tiny descent sent fresh sparks exploding behind her eyes, her clit throbbing in helpless sympathy.
Sweat beaded on her skin, dripping down her spine.
She forced another inch inside, then another, a low, continuous whine escaping her lips as her body struggled to accommodate him all over again.
Ross’s smirk deepened into something darker, more feral.
His hands stayed behind his head, but his hips flexed just slightly—an almost imperceptible roll that pushed him a fraction deeper and tore a sharp gasp from her.
He watched her face intently, drinking in every twitch, every shudder, every desperate expression as she impaled herself on his cock.
"That’s it, baby," he finally rasped, voice low and gravel-rough, thick with satisfaction.
"Ride me. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little slut you are. Show me how bad you need it."
Bella’s eyes fluttered open, glazed and pleading, as she braced both hands on his chest and forced herself lower still—determined, shaking, utterly lost to the filthy, perfect ruin of it all.
Bella rode Ross’s cock with the fierce abandon of a wild dancer, her hips rolling and grinding in slow, deliberate circles before snapping into a frantic rhythm that made the bedframe creak beneath them.
Every rise and fall of her body was pure erotic poetry—sweat glistening on her skin, her long hair whipping across her back, her full lips parted as breathless gasps escaped.
This wasn’t her first time in the cowgirl position; she had ridden her husband Sebastian exactly like this countless times.
Yet the differences between the only two cocks she had ever known were stark and undeniable tonight.
Ross’s shaft was overwhelmingly veiny, thick ridges pulsing hotly against her sensitive inner walls with every deep plunge.
She could feel the swollen veins dragging deliciously along her slick folds, teasing nerves Sebastian had never reached quite like this.
Ross was bigger, harder, stretching her in ways that bordered on overwhelming, and the sheer rigidity of him made her feel impossibly full.
Endless sweet moans spilled from her throat—high, needy sounds she couldn’t control—as she chased the building pressure coiling low in her belly.
Her hands braced against his broad chest for leverage, nails digging into his skin as she lifted herself almost all the way off him before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt again and again.
The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the cave, mingling with her escalating cries.
She thought she had already spent every drop of pleasure earlier, that her body was empty after the last shattering climax, but she was gloriously, deliciously wrong.
Her pussy seemed to have an endless reservoir of slick, hot juices, gushing around his cock with every thrust, coating his balls and dripping down onto the sheets beneath them.
The tension snapped without warning.
"Fuck—oh God, fuck!" Bella screamed, her voice raw and desperate as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her thighs clamped around his hips, her back arching violently as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped through her.
She trembled uncontrollably, inner muscles clenching and fluttering around his buried length in frantic spasms, milking him as though trying to pull him even deeper.
When the storm finally began to ebb, her strength gave out completely.
With a soft, exhausted whimper, she collapsed forward onto Ross’s chest, her huge, soft breasts squashing warmly between their sweat-drenched bodies.
Her cheek rested against his collarbone, heart thundering in tandem with his, both of them panting in the hazy afterglow while her body continued to shiver with the occasional aftershock around his still-hard cock buried deep inside her.
"Don’t sleep yet, Bella. The night’s far from over... we have so much more to do," Ross murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated through her sweat-slicked skin.
A wicked, predatory grin curved his lips as he drank in the sight of her sprawled atop him—flushed, trembling, utterly spent yet somehow still glowing with need.
With effortless strength, he slid his hands to her hips, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as he gently but firmly guided her to turn around.
Bella let him maneuver her like a doll, too dazed and boneless to resist.
She rose just enough for his cock to slip free with a wet, obscene sound, then pivoted on shaky knees until her back faced him.
The new position—reverse cowgirl—offered Ross an un obstructed, lewdly perfect view: the elegant curve of her spine, the dramatic flare of her hips, and most intoxicating of all, the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy hovering just above his throbbing length.
She sank down slowly, deliberately, a long, shuddering moan tearing from her throat as she impaled herself inch by veiny inch.
The angle was deeper, more intense; the broad head of his cock nudged places inside her that made stars burst behind her closed eyelids.
Ross groaned deeply, eyes locked on the erotic spectacle of her slick folds stretching wide around his girth, clinging greedily as though unwilling to release him even for a moment.
Every time she lifted, her pussy lips dragged along his shaft, shiny with their mingled arousal; every time she dropped, she took him to the hilt with a soft, wet slap that echoed in the dimly lit cave.
Bella had no idea where this renewed surge of energy came from.
Only minutes ago she’d been certain her body had nothing left to give—drained, quivering, utterly emptied by the string of shattering climaxes he’d wrung from her.
Yet now her thighs burned with fresh power, her hips rolling and grinding with a stamina that felt almost unnatural.
Of course, she didn’t yet fully understand: Ross had already spilled his immortal seed deep inside her multiple times tonight.
The ancient essence was quietly rewriting her from within—mortal limitations dissolving, strength and endurance blooming in their place as her body began its slow, delicious transformation into something eternal.