Chapter 927: Chapter 927 Fin
Carrie was trembling, utterly spent, but her lips still whispered against his skin.
"I love you... Ross..."
Ross smirked, his hand stroking lazily down her back as he admired the sight of her ruined, trembling body impaled on his cock.
"I love you too, Carrie," he murmured darkly. "But don’t think I’m done with you yet."
Ross wasted no time diving into another round with Carrie.
There was no pause, no mercy—he gave her no chance to recover.
His cum still dripped from her abused pussy, but that didn’t matter; he rammed his cock back inside her, claiming her once again without hesitation.
He didn’t care to stop. He didn’t need to.
Carrie’s body, once fragile, was no longer mortal.
His seed had already seeped deep into her womb, rewriting her from the inside out.
Every drop carried power, saturating her veins, strengthening her nerves, rebuilding her flesh.
What would have broken an ordinary woman only seemed to push Carrie further into his grasp, her body adapting to endure his endless hunger.
"Ahhhhhh...!"
"Ohhhhhh...!"
"Ughhhhhh...!"
Her moans filled the room like music, rising and falling with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Her body convulsed around his cock each time she climaxed, her pussy clenching, milking, and gushing without end.
Orgasm after orgasm consumed her, until her entire being seemed to exist only for Ross, only for the pleasure he forced upon her.
Ross groaned with delight as he watched her shake in his arms.
Every time he pulled out, slick folds of her pussy clung to his shaft, strings of white and clear fluid bridging the gap before he slammed back inside.
Her juices had long since soaked the sheets, pooling beneath them, yet her body only produced more, as if determined to drown his cock in her arousal.
Hours passed in a blur of sweat, moans, and flesh colliding.
Carrie’s voice grew hoarse, her cries cracking into broken whimpers, yet still she came for him.
Ross could feel her walls tighten over and over again, her pussy spasming desperately as if begging for his cum every single time.
By the time dawn crept through the curtains, Carrie was a trembling wreck.
Her hair clung to her flushed face, her breasts were marked red from his hands and mouth, and her pussy was swollen and puffy from his endless pounding.
She could no longer count how many times she had climaxed; each orgasm seemed stronger than the last, until they blurred together into a single haze of ecstasy.
Finally, as the sun rose higher, Ross took her harder than ever, his cock spearing into her womb with brutal thrusts.
"Rossssssss!" Carrie screamed his name, her back arching violently as the longest, strongest orgasm of her life tore through her.
Her pussy convulsed in wild spasms, gushing down his cock in wet, sticky waves.
Her body shuddered so hard it seemed to seize up completely, and then—she went limp, consciousness breaking under the weight of pleasure.
Ross groaned, pumping her full once more, thick ropes of cum flooding her insides until it overflowed, spilling down her thighs in messy streams.
He held her limp form against his chest, watching with satisfaction as her ruined pussy twitched and leaked around him, milking him even in her sleep.
"So good," Ross muttered, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face.
His lips curled into a dark smirk. "Mine. Completely mine."
He leaned back against the pillows, still buried deep inside her unconscious body.
Carrie was out cold, sleeping soundly by seven in the morning, her soft breaths and faint murmurs the only sound from her lips.
Even asleep, her body trembled faintly, her walls still pulsing weakly around him, as if clinging to the cock that had broken her through the night.
Ross’s hand traced down her back, savoring the feel of her delicate skin.
He admired his work—the bruises on her thighs from his grip, the marks on her breasts, the sticky sheen of sweat and cum coating her body.
She looked utterly ruined, yet also radiant, transformed into something greater.
He smirked again, eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"Not mortal anymore," he whispered. "You’ll keep up with me from now on, Carrie. And this will indeed be a good ride for the both of us."
With that, Ross closed his eyes, content.
His cock remained lodged inside her, as if staking his claim even in her dreams.
***
Several hours later...
When Carrie finally stirred awake, the first thing she felt was the warmth of Ross’s lips pressed against hers.
His kiss was hungry, deep, and commanding, stealing her breath before she even realized her eyes were open.
Her body was still weak from the endless night before, but Ross gave her no chance to recover.
By the time she moaned into his mouth, Ross was already moving her, his hands roaming with greedy possession.
He rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, and in the next moment his massive cock slid back into her drenched pussy.
Carrie’s back arched violently, a cry spilling out as the familiar stretch consumed her all over again.
Her body trembled, already oversensitive, but Ross’s strength left her powerless.
He pinned her down, his hips crashing into hers, fucking her with the same relentless hunger as before.
"Ross! Ahhh... yes! Fuck me more! Don’t ever stop!" she gasped, clinging to him.
But her arms betrayed her words, pulling him closer, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding—wet slaps, gasps, and cries mixing together into a symphony of raw lust.
Carrie’s pussy clung desperately to him, sucking him in with every thrust, as if her body itself refused to let him go.
Time blurred again and Carrie felt like it will go on forever.
All Carrie could do was surrender to Ross, her world reduced to the unending pounding of his cock driving her toward ecstasy.
Over and over, her cunt was skewered, split apart, and clung tightly around his big fat cock.