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Chapter 1238: Chapter 1238 Butterfly
“Never,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Not with anyone. But I want it to be you. Now.”
Ross added a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to brush that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
June’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching off the desk. “Oh god—Ross—”
He worked her like that for minutes—fingers pumping slow and deep, thumb rolling over her clit in tight circles.
Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train: sudden, overwhelming.
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, a fresh gush of wetness flooding his hand as she cried out, thighs trembling around his hips.
She rode it out, hips grinding against his palm, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
“That’s one,” Ross said, voice dark with promise. He withdrew his fingers—slick and shining—and brought them to her lips.
June opened without hesitation, sucking them clean, tasting herself on his skin. His eyes darkened further. “Lovely.”
He set her feet on the floor just long enough to strip her completely—pants and panties yanked down her legs, boots kicked aside, top ripped over her head.
Her bra followed, leaving her bare under the harsh office light.
June didn’t cover herself; she stood tall, letting him look.
Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Between her thighs, her pussy glistened—swollen, ready, aching for more.
Ross shed his own clothes in record time—shirt tugged off, pants shoved down.
When his cock sprang free, June’s eyes widened. Fifteen inches—thick, veined, curving slightly upward, the head already leaking pre-cum.
It looked impossible. Intimidating. Perfect.
“Oh my g…,” she breathed, reaching out to wrap her hand around it.
Her fingers barely met; she stroked him slowly, feeling the heat, the pulse. “You’re huge.”
Ross hissed through his teeth, hand covering hers to guide the rhythm.
“And you’re going to take every inch.” He backed her against the desk again, lifting her onto the edge. “Spread for me.”
June did—legs wide, feet planted on the chair arms, exposing everything.
Ross stepped between her thighs, cock in hand, rubbing the thick head against her slick entrance.
Up and down, teasing her clit, coating himself in her juices. June whimpered, hips tilting up, desperate.
“Please,” she begged. “Inside me. Take it—take my virginity.”
He pushed in slow—one inch, then two, stretching her open.
June’s breath caught; it burned, the fullness almost too much. She gripped his arms, nails biting in. “Fuck—it’s so big—”
“Breathe,” Ross murmured, kissing her forehead, her cheeks. He held still, letting her adjust.
“You’re doing so good. So tight for me.”
She nodded, forcing her muscles to relax.
He slid deeper—three inches, four—until half of him was buried inside her.
The pressure was exquisite, bordering on pain, but the pleasure built fast.
June rocked her hips experimentally, taking a little more.
“More,” she gasped. “All of it.”
Ross groaned and thrust forward—slow but relentless—until he bottomed out, his full fifteen inches sheathed in her virgin pussy.
June’s eyes rolled back; a choked moan tore from her throat.
She felt stuffed, split open, every nerve ending alive and screaming.
He gave her a moment—kissing her deeply, hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples until she squirmed—then started moving.
Shallow thrusts at first, letting her get used to the drag, the fullness.
June’s walls fluttered around him, adjusting, craving.
“Oh god—yes—” Her second orgasm built quick, coiling tight in her belly.
Ross angled his hips, grinding against her clit with every stroke. It hit her hard—waves crashing over her, pussy clenching rhythmically around his massive cock.
She screamed his name, legs locking around him, heels digging into his ass.
“That’s two,” he said, smirking against her neck. But he didn’t stop.
He picked up speed—deeper, harder—fucking her through the aftershocks.
The desk rattled beneath them; papers fluttered to the floor.
June lost track of time. Her world narrowed to the slide of his cock, the wet sounds of their bodies, the building pressure inside her.
He flipped her over—bending her over the desk, ass up—and took her from behind.
The new angle hit deeper, brushing her cervix with every thrust.
Her third orgasm ripped through her—violent, squirting, soaking his balls and the floor beneath them.
“Fuck—June—you’re gushing—” Ross growled, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
He didn’t let up.
Pulled her upright, back against his chest, one hand around her throat, the other between her legs rubbing her clit furiously.
Thrusting up into her relentlessly.
Her fourth came fast—body seizing, vision blurring, a hoarse cry echoing off the walls.
“More,” she panted, even as her thighs shook. “Don’t stop—make me come again—”
Ross spun her around, lifted her onto his cock like she weighed nothing—impaling her fully in one smooth motion.
He bounced her up and down his length, fifteen inches disappearing inside her over and over.
June’s arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his shoulder.
The friction, the depth—it was too much, perfect.
Her fifth orgasm shattered her—walls milking him desperately, juices dripping down his thighs.
He carried her to the floor when her legs gave out—laying her on her back, hooking her knees over his shoulders.
Folded her in half and pounded deep, merciless. Six. Seven.
Each climax blurred into the next—her pussy hypersensitive, clenching and fluttering endlessly.
By the eighth, she was sobbing—tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks. “Ross—too much—I can’t—”
“You can,” he rasped, voice strained. “One more. Come with me.”
He thrust harder, faster—chasing his own release. June’s ninth orgasm hit like an explosion—body convulsing, pussy spasming so tight it pulled him over the edge.
Ross buried himself to the hilt and came—hot, thick ropes flooding her depths, filling her virgin cunt until it overflowed, leaking out around his cock.
They collapsed together—sweaty, spent, breaths ragged. Ross stayed inside her, softening slowly, as June trembled in his arms.
“You’re marked by me now. No cock can ever make you happy again.” he murmured, kissing her forehead.
June smiled weakly, aftershocks still rippling through her. “Yesssss…” June purred in pleasure.