Chapter 946: Chapter 946 Gimmick
"Shout. Moan. Cry. Scream. Do whatever you need. Nobody can hear you here."
Nina exhaled shakily, her body still trembling from the overwhelming fullness.
Her mind spun, a dizzy whirl of disbelief, awe, and lust.
She had taken him—all of him—fully inside her, and the realization sent shivers down her spine.
Her pussy clenched instinctively around him, gripping him as if to claim every inch, every vein, every throbbing pulse.
She felt both broken and alive, utterly consumed by the sheer weight of what she had done.
Her chest heaved, her back arched, and her lips parted in ragged gasps.
The intensity of being filled, stretched, and owned by the massive cock pressing against every part of her inner walls made her feel like she was losing her mind.
The mixture of agony and pleasure overwhelmed her, her body trembling violently as tears of frustration, pain, and arousal slid freely down her cheeks.
Ross pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his hands still cradling her hips, guiding her, holding her steady.
"Good job, Nina," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
"You’ve done perfectly. Now let your body feel everything. Let it take over. Let it enjoy what it’s been given."
Nina closed her eyes, shivering against him, and let herself surrender completely.
Her hips twitched, her pussy clenched in blissful spasms around his enormous shaft, and her breath hitched in sharp, uneven pants.
Her body was on fire, each nerve ending lit with exquisite agony and lust.
She could feel him stretching her deep, pulsing inside her, each small movement igniting a fire that threatened to consume her entirely.
She let herself fall against him, her face buried in his chest, her hands clutching his broad shoulders for support.
Her mind was lost to sensation.
Her pussy throbbed around his cock, her walls squeezing him, every inch of her body trembling with pleasure and overstimulation.
She had crossed the line, gone past fear and doubt, and surrendered fully to the overwhelming dominance of the man inside her.
Her moans, gasps, and cries echoed softly through the penthouse, unrestrained, unashamed.
And Ross, with his hands on her hips and his cock buried deep inside her, held her like a prize, letting her feel the intensity, the heat, and the impossible fullness of having him entirely.
Her body shook uncontrollably, and for the first time, she realized she could completely let go.
Every inch of her pussy was filled, every nerve alive, every thought consumed by the sensation of being taken.
She was his. All of her resistance, all of her pride, all of her fear had melted away in the heat of his massive cock buried inside her.
Ross’s deep chuckle rumbled through her chest as he held her close.
"So good and so beautiful," he whispered. "You’re already doing so well. Use that tight pussy on me."
Nina whimpered, trembling, completely lost in the dizzying mixture of pain, pleasure, and the overpowering presence of the man who had taken her fully, utterly, impossibly.
She continued to make her cunt get used to Ross’ big fat cock until she could take no more.
Nina took her time to rest, her chest rising and falling as she clung to Ross for support.
Yet even in that brief pause, her body refused to stay still—her pussy kept releasing wave after wave of slick juices, coating Ross’s cock and making the union between them glisten under the dim light.
It was her body’s instinctive defense, desperately trying to ease the strain of being split open by such a monstrous cock.
Especially now, when only minutes ago she had been a virgin untouched by any man, her body worked overtime to adapt.
Four minutes passed before she finally gathered the strength to move again.
Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself slightly, the sheer fullness inside her making her shiver.
"Ohhhhh..." Nina clung to Ross’s broad shoulders as if her life depended on it, her breath ragged, her thighs quivering every time she dared to lift herself off his cock.
Even with her pussy dripping wet, the sheer size of him made every movement feel like she was tearing herself open all over again.
Her nails dug into his skin, leaving faint red trails, but Ross didn’t flinch—if anything, the sting only fueled the hunger in his eyes as he watched her ride.
"Ohhhhhh... I’m so full, Ross—so, so full of your cock," Nina moaned, her voice broken and husky.
Each syllable came out in shivers, as though she could barely believe what she was saying.
Her pussy clamped down in ripples with every inch that stretched her, adjusting inch by inch.
She would rise just a fraction, almost to the tip, then sink back down with a desperate cry, her body straining to accept the intrusion.
The pace was painfully slow, but each drop made her feel Ross’s cock rub every fold inside her, every nerve alight with fire.
Ross placed his hands firmly on her waist, steadying her trembling body.
"That’s it," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through her chest. "Let your body learn me. Don’t fight it—take it all."
Nina whimpered in response, pressing her forehead against his neck as her hips tried to obey.
The sting that once made her wince was slowly melting into a burning pleasure, and soon her movements grew steadier.
She found herself rising higher, dropping lower, each descent taking more of him until her pussy began to mold itself around his impossible girth.
The moment she realized she could move without her whole body screaming in pain, her moans shifted from broken sobs to desperate cries of lust.
Her hips moved with more freedom, her ass bouncing as she rode him harder, each slap of skin echoing through the room.
Ross’s cock gleamed with her juices, glistening as her tight hole swallowed him again and again.
Her body was surrendering, reshaping itself to fit him perfectly, and she could no longer hold back.