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Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190 Project
There would be hours, perhaps entire nights, of this relentless pleasure ahead of her, and the realization sent a dark thrill racing through Bella’s veins.
Ross watched, utterly transfixed, as her perfect ass bounced and jiggled with every eager rise and fall.
The way her pussy gripped him—so tight, so hot, so impossibly wet—was pure visual torment.
Rivulets of her creamy arousal coated his shaft and balls, dripping down to darken the sheets beneath them. But he was never one to remain passive for long.
Pak!
His palm cracked sharply against the plush curve of her right ass cheek, the impact sending a ripple across her flesh and drawing a startled, needy cry from her lips.
Pak!
Pak!
He alternated sides, delivering firm, rhythmic spanks that matched the tempo of her riding.
Each slap left a blooming pink handprint on her pale skin, the sting blending seamlessly with the deep, grinding pleasure of his cock buried inside her.
The dual sensations made her clench even tighter around him, her inner walls fluttering wildly as the heat built to an unbearable crescendo.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The spanking grew harder, faster, the sharp sounds mingling with her escalating moans and the wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs.
Bella’s head fell back, long hair cascading like a dark waterfall down her sweat-glistened spine.
She rode him with abandon now, hips slamming down with desperate force, chasing the edge that loomed so close.
"I’m—I’m going to go absolutely insane with your cock, Ross!" she gasped, voice breaking into a high, frantic wail.
"Oh God—Ahhhhhh—!" The orgasm crashed over her like a violent storm, fiercer and more devastating than any that had come before.
Her entire body seized, thighs clamping around his hips as her pussy convulsed in powerful, rhythmic spasms around his buried length.
Fresh floods of hot nectar gushed down his shaft, soaking them both as she screamed his name, the sound raw and primal, echoing off the walls.
Her back arched dramatically, ass pressing flush against his pelvis as wave after blinding wave of ecstasy tore through her.
She shook uncontrollably for what felt like eternity, every muscle trembling, every nerve singing with overload.
Only when the storm finally began to ebb did she slump forward slightly, hands bracing on his thighs for support, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
Ross’s cock remained rock-hard inside her, pulsing with unspent need, and even through the haze of aftershocks she could feel her newly immortal body already stirring again—hungry, tireless, ready for whatever he planned next.
Bella was utterly, gloriously worked down to the ground—her newly immortal body pushed far beyond any limit she had ever imagined possible in her mortal life, yet still humming with a deep, insatiable hunger that refused to fade.
"Ahhhhh... Ross—please—!"
"Ohhhh God... deeper... yes—!"
"Ughhhh—fuck—I can’t—don’t stop—!"
Her moans, screams, and broken pleas rang through the vast, echoing cave for hour after endless hour, a raw, primal symphony of pleasure that reverberated off the ancient stone walls and seemed to soak into the very air itself.
The cavern, lit only by flickering torches and the faint glow of bioluminescent moss high above, became their private world of carnal excess, every sound amplified, every gasp immortalized in the stillness.
Ross was relentless—an ancient force of pure, unyielding desire.
He fucked her with the tireless precision and power of someone who had centuries to perfect the art of breaking a lover apart and rebuilding them in ecstasy.
There was no haste, no rush toward an end; only thorough, deliberate possession.
He claimed her completely, again and again, on the wide, silk-strewn bed that had become their altar of debauchery.
Time dissolved into a feverish blur of sweat-drenched skin, tangled limbs, and breathless, animalistic cries.
They explored every position known to desire—and invented a few more in the heat of the moment.
He took her in deep, slow missionary, her ankles locked behind his back as he pinned her wrists above her head, staring into her eyes while he drove into her with long, punishing strokes that made her sob with overwhelmed pleasure.
He flipped her onto her stomach for prone bone, pressing her flat against the mattress, one hand fisted in her hair as he pounded into her from behind, the angle so devastating she saw white behind her eyelids.
Doggy style against the edge of the bed, his fingers bruising her hips as he slammed home again and again, her breasts swinging heavily with every thrust, her screams muffled into the pillows.
Standing, her back pressed to the cool stone wall of the cave, one leg hooked high over his forearm as he lifted her effortlessly and fucked her until her thighs shook and she came with a gush that splashed down both their legs.
Spooning tenderly at first—almost sweet—then turning savage as he hooked her top leg back over his and drove upward into her at a brutal angle that had her clawing at the sheets.
Lotus, face-to-face, her arms wrapped around his neck as she rode him slow and deep, grinding her clit against his pelvis until she shattered with a silent, open-mouthed scream.
Reverse cowgirl again, then sideways, then acrobatic poses that defied gravity—her body folded, twisted, opened in ways she never thought possible, every new configuration designed to reach deeper, to hit new spots, to drag yet another explosive climax from her trembling frame.
He took her mouth until tears of effort streamed down her cheeks, her throat relaxed from hours of practice as he fed her every inch.
He painted her heaving breasts with thick ropes of cum, only to push back inside her pussy moments later and add another load deep in her womb.
He claimed her ass slowly, carefully at first, then with increasing ferocity until she was begging for it harder, the overwhelming fullness sending her spiraling into orgasms that felt endless.
Nothing was off-limits.
Every hole, every surface of her skin, every sensitive inch of her body became his canvas.