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Chapter 943 Forward

Chapter 943: Chapter 943 Forward


Ross began to set the pace, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the weight and heat beneath her.


Then he pushed a little harder, rocking her hips against him with firm, controlled movements.


Every grind, every press sent shocks of sensation coursing through her, making her wetter, more desperate.


She could feel herself clenching around him even through her panties, each contraction leaving her trembling.


Nina’s hands flew to his chest for balance, her fingers digging into the firm muscles as she moved in rhythm with him.


Her back arched, chest pressing against his, lips parting in gasps and soft whimpers.


Her mind was a haze of lust, her body on fire, every nerve screaming for more.


Ross’s hands guided her hips expertly, forcing her to ride him faster, up and down, until the friction was almost unbearable.


Tap


Tap


Tap


The sound of their movements—the slick rubbing, her moans, his deep groans—filled the penthouse, echoing off the walls and mingling with the heavy scent of sex.


Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, a wave of heat and need pooling in her lower belly, and a moan tore from her throat as she pressed herself down harder, wanting every inch of him.


She could feel his cock straining beneath her, hard and impatient, as if demanding to be fully claimed.


Her vision blurred, her lips parted in a mix of pleasure and desperation, and every stroke, every press against him made her hotter, wetter, and more addicted to the sinful act.


Ross’s commanding presence, the feel of his cock, the rhythm of her hips—all of it combined to make her lose all sense of time, all sense of control.


Her mind whispered of guilt for a brief second—Zack, her old life, her shame—but it was immediately drowned out by the heat pulsing in her body, the wicked pleasure of being Ross Oakley’s.


Every grind, every shiver, every moan brought her closer to a point she had never imagined possible, a point of delicious, overwhelming surrender.


"Ahhhhhh..." Nina gasped for air, her chest heaving as waves of heat pulsed through her trembling body.


She was so close to the edge, every nerve ending screaming in pleasure, every muscle tightening with anticipation.


When she looked down, she found Ross’s eyes locked on her—dark, sharp, unrelenting.


His gaze alone made her shudder, like he was stripping her bare from the inside out.


Ross wasn’t what most people would call classically handsome.


His face was rugged, marked by the kind of confidence and dominance that came only from strength and experience.


But his body—his body was perfection.


His broad shoulders and thick, corded muscles flexed as he held her in place, and most of all, the sheer size of his cock dominated her attention.


Even pressed against her through the thin barrier of her panties, it felt monstrous, impossibly thick and long.


Just the thought of it actually entering her made her pussy clench and drip uncontrollably.


She could already imagine how it would stretch her, tear her open in the most intoxicating way, ruin her for any other man.


Unable to resist, Nina ground down harder, pressing her soaked slit against the thick shaft beneath her.


Each drag of her pussy over Ross’s cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.


Her body moved on its own now, riding the length of him desperately, her panties already sticking to her folds from how wet she was.


Ross let her take control for a moment, his large hands resting against her waist as if he were allowing her to indulge in her hunger.


But his focus was elsewhere.


His eyes, dark and confident, had zeroed in on the hypnotic sway of her breasts.


Each erratic grind made them bounce and strain against the thin bra that was barely holding them in place.


A deep growl rumbled from Ross’s chest as his hands slid upward, rough palms gliding over her flushed skin.


He caught the clasp of her bra with a practiced ease and—


Snap.


The straps fell loose, and in seconds the bra was sliding away, leaving Nina completely exposed.


Ross froze for half a second, drinking her in. Her breasts were magnificent—full, heavy, perfectly round, with nipples that stood stiff and pink, begging to be touched.


His cock twitched hard against her, the sight alone making his restraint crack.


"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and thick with hunger.


Nina flushed crimson under his gaze.


The way Ross looked at her wasn’t just lust—it was ownership.


Like she was already his, claimed the moment he decided it.


Instead of shrinking back, she arched her back and pushed her chest out, presenting her breasts to him, her lips parting in a needy little moan.


Ross’s hands engulfed them instantly.


He squeezed them firmly, testing their weight, rolling them in his palms like they belonged there.


His thumbs dragged over her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds until Nina whimpered, her whole body quivering.


"Ahhhhhh..." she gasped, grinding harder against his cock, desperate for more friction, desperate for him.


Ross leaned in then, his hot breath fanning across her chest before his mouth closed over one stiff nipple.


He sucked hard, his tongue circling and flicking, alternating between gentle licks and greedy pulls.


The sound of him devouring her echoed in the room, wet and lewd.


"Ross! Ahhhhhh... oh god!" Nina cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against her chest.


Her hips bucked wildly now, her soaked panties sliding along the ridges of his cock.


She could feel every vein, every throb, every promise of what was waiting for her once he finally pushed inside.


Ross’s other hand pinched and rolled her free nipple, tugging it until she gasped again.


His dominance was overwhelming, his hunger insatiable, and Nina could only moan louder as he devoured her body piece by piece.


By the time Ross pulled back, her breasts were glistening with his saliva, her nipples red and swollen from his mouth.