Chapter 941: Chapter 941 Paper
"Hahhhhhh..." Nina gasped audibly as her trembling fingers finally made contact with Ross’s giant cock.
The heat radiating from it shocked her, the sheer weight of it resting against her palm making her arm feel weak.
She slid her hand along its thick length, up and down, and that was when the reality struck her.
Oh my god... I can’t even wrap one hand around it! she screamed in her mind, her senses refusing to believe what her eyes and skin were experiencing.
Every inch of it was veined, alive, pulsing with power, and so monstrously thick that her delicate fingers barely covered half its girth.
Her chest tightened, but there was no turning back now.
Her curiosity and desire drowned out the voice of reason.
She forced herself forward, surrendering to temptation, and took advantage of what was right before her—the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen, and today it was hers to touch, hers to full possession and adore.
She worked her hand along the length in slow strokes, her grip sliding more firmly as she adjusted to the impossible size.
With her free hand, she cupped his heavy balls, caressing them gently, feeling their weight as if she were holding Ross’s very essence in her palm.
The musky, masculine scent grew stronger, intoxicating her until her lips parted with a soft moan.
A moment later, a bead of warm pre-cum welled up at the tip and rolled downward.
Nina’s heart skipped a beat.
The slickness coated her fingers, making her movements easier, smoother, slipperier with each stroke.
The added glide made her actions more fluid, more daring, as though the cock itself was encouraging her, inviting her to keep going.
Her strokes became longer, firmer, her hand twisting slightly as she pumped him from base to tip.
Each motion made the thick shaft flex against her grip, veins bulging and throbbing with raw vitality.
Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, smearing the pre-cum in slow circles until Ross let out a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated through the air.
Nina shivered at the sound.
I’m making him feel good... me, Nina Peterson, making Ross Oakley groan like this.
The thought filled her with a twisted pride.
She tightened her grip, stroking him faster now, her wrist working tirelessly while her free hand massaged and squeezed his balls as if coaxing more of his essence out.
The sight was maddening—his cock looked even larger in her small hands, almost surreal, like she was playing with something that defied the limits of human anatomy.
Every movement she made only seemed to excite him more, his shaft twitching and dripping, demanding more of her.
Ross’s voice rumbled low, thick with amusement and approval.
"You’re already addicted, Nina. Look at you—you can’t stop."
Her cheeks burned red, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.
Her breathing quickened, her thighs rubbed together involuntarily, and every stroke of her hands made her wetter, needier.
She felt like she was the one being pleasured even though she was the one touching him.
"God..." Nina whispered shakily, staring at the massive head glistening with her work.
If I’m already this far, what’s stopping me from going further?
Her lips tingled with anticipation, her body screaming for the next step even as her mind fought the last shreds of hesitation.
She leaned forward slightly, her face drawing closer, her hot breath fanning against the slick tip.
Her tongue brushed over her lips, trembling as she wondered if she truly dared to take him into her mouth...
"Hmmmmmpp..." Nina moaned, dragging her tongue across the slick crown of Ross’s cock once more.
The taste was intoxicating—thick, salty, potent—and she found herself craving more of it, craving him.
She tried again to take him deeper, her lips spreading obscenely wide, jaw straining as the massive head forced its way into her mouth.
"Ughhhhhh..." she gagged as her throat refused, her jaw screaming from the effort.
She pulled back quickly, coughing, saliva dripping from her chin.
Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop.
If she couldn’t swallow him whole, then she would worship him with every other part of her mouth.
Her tongue flattened against his length, dragging slow, wet licks from the base all the way back up to the tip.
She kissed along his shaft, leaving her lipstick smeared over his skin, then swirled her tongue under the fat crown, savoring the way his cock twitched at her touch.
Her hands worked in rhythm, sliding up and down his veiny girth, her fingers unable to wrap fully around him.
The sheer size of him made her feel helpless, small, like she was nothing more than a toy for him to use.
The thought should have scared her—but instead it sent jolts of pleasure straight to her dripping pussy.
Zack... I’m sorry. I’m really sorry... but I can’t stop.
Her hand slipped lower, fondling his heavy balls, rolling them gently before taking one into her mouth.
"Mmmpphh..." she moaned as she sucked hard, her spit dripping down his sack and onto the carpet beneath her.
Her other hand never stopped stroking him, pumping the shaft with faster, needier motions.
Ross’s deep chuckle filled the penthouse, making her heart skip.
He leaned back against the sofa, arms stretched wide, watching her with a predator’s patience.
"Look at you, Nina. A good little girl on her knees, addicted to my cock already."
The words made her blush furiously, but her body betrayed her.
Her thighs squeezed together as she sucked harder, her strokes faster, her tongue moving frantically over every inch of his length.
"Tell me, Nina..." Ross’s voice dropped low, commanding. "...do you even remember your boyfriend’s face right now?"
She froze for a moment, his words stabbing at her heart.
Her mind conjured Zack’s smile, his encouragement, his gentle touch.
Shame burned hot in her chest—but then Ross shifted, his cock flexing in her hand, throbbing with raw power.
Her pussy clenched instantly. The shame crumbled into dust.