Chapter 944: Chapter 944 Factor
Nina was panting, her pussy leaking more than ever, her body begging—pleading—for him.
Ross leaned up, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, "You feel that, Nina? You feel how wet you are? That’s your body begging me to ruin you."
Nina shivered violently at his words, her pussy clenching around nothing.
She knew he was right. She was beyond ready.
Her panties were the only thing left in the way.
And Ross fixed that soon enough.
With a single rough motion, his powerful hands seized Nina’s thin panties and ripped them in two as if they were nothing more than fragile tissue.
The scraps of fabric fluttered to the side, discarded and forgotten.
Now she was bare—wet, throbbing, and trembling under his control.
Ross shifted her easily, lifting her hips with his steady grip.
He guided her until her slick, swollen pussy hovered directly above the fat crown of his cock.
His shaft pulsed like a beast between them, heavy and hot, and he positioned her so close that she could feel the blunt pressure parting her folds.
And then he stopped.
He didn’t thrust. He didn’t move.
He just held her there, suspended above him, forcing her to feel every ounce of his size without the satisfaction of being filled.
He wanted her to beg. He wanted her to make the choice.
But Ross already knew how this game would end.
He knew she was too far gone in lust to stop.
At this point, asking Nina to resist would be like asking the tide not to crash against the shore.
Nina froze at first, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
The tension of the moment was unbearable—the throbbing weight of Ross beneath her, the heat of his body, the intoxicating musk that clouded her mind.
Her pussy clenched in aching anticipation, dripping more with every heartbeat.
Then, slowly, a wicked smile curved her lips. Her eyes gleamed with both challenge and surrender.
"You haven’t even kissed me yet," she whispered, her voice trembling with both mockery and desire.
"And you want to take my cherry first? Dream on, Ross Oakley."
Before he could answer, she dove down, pressing her mouth hard against his.
The kiss exploded between them—wet, desperate, hungry.
Her tongue tangled with his, sliding against him in wild abandon.
She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders, at his chest, needing to anchor herself in the storm of lust.
But as her lips moved against his, her body betrayed her.
Her hips shifted unconsciously, pressing down, grinding her pussy against the thick cockhead positioned at her entrance.
"Uhhhhhh..." she gasped into his mouth as the tip spread her folds wider than she had ever felt in her life.
It didn’t slide in—no, it couldn’t.
Ross’s cock was monstrous, far too big for her body to take all at once.
The pressure was unbearable, a delicious agony that made her shiver with every tiny movement.
Ross’s hands tightened on her ass, holding her steady.
He kissed her deeper, swallowing her cries as he guided her slowly downward, letting the blunt head stretch her inch by inch.
"Fuck, Nina..." he groaned against her lips, his voice low and rough with restraint.
"You’re so damn tight... you’re gonna split on me."
Her body trembled at his words.
Her heart raced, her pussy spasmed with need, and her mind screamed that she was insane to even try.
But her body didn’t care. Her body wanted him—all of him.
She rocked her hips again, forcing herself down further.
The cockhead sank just a fraction deeper, prying her open in ways she had never thought possible.
Pain lanced through her, sharp and hot, but beneath it was a wellspring of ecstasy that only grew stronger.
"Ahhhhhh... oh god..." Nina moaned, her nails digging into Ross’s shoulders as tears pricked her eyes from the sheer stretch.
Ross held her firm, his muscles taut with control.
He could have impaled her in one brutal thrust if he wanted—but he didn’t.
He wanted her to break herself on him, to give in completely, to surrender every last shred of resistance on her own.
Her pussy lips clung desperately to his tip, drenched in her slickness, yet unable to swallow him whole.
Each time she pushed down, her tightness rebelled, making the task feel impossible.
But every failure only made her wetter, her body craving the satisfaction that lay just beyond the threshold.
Nina pulled back from the kiss, panting hard, sweat beading on her brow.
She looked down between them, saw the monstrous cock that had only barely entered her, and shook her head in disbelief.
"It’s too big... so fucking big..." she whispered, her voice trembling, though her hips kept pressing, grinding, trying again and again.
Ross leaned back against the sofa, watching her with a smirk, his eyes burning with dominance and patience.
"Yes," he rumbled. "That’s it, Nina. Fuck your self on my big cock."
Nina gasped, her thighs quivering, her pussy throbbing as she prepared to try again—knowing deep down that once she succeeded, nothing about her body, or her life, would ever be the same.
"Ohhhh..." Nina moaned, her voice breaking as sharp pain and unbearable stretch filled her.
Her entire body felt split apart, her pussy walls stretched to their very limits by Ross’s monstrous cock.
Her nails dug deep into his muscled shoulders, clinging desperately as though holding on for life itself.
Her hips trembled, every nerve in her body burning.
Each shallow movement downwards felt like fire, like being impaled by something beyond human.
The air left her lungs in ragged gasps as she tried to adjust to the sheer size of him.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, gripping him like a vice, unable to relax against the sheer thickness forcing her open.
"Oh god... oh my god... it’s too much... too big..." she whimpered, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her cheeks.
And yet—even as her body screamed in pain, her mind screamed for more.