Chapter 920: Chapter 920 Genuine
No, this time there was no escape.
The way Ross’s eyes lingered on her, the way he slowly crossed the room, every step deliberate—it all told her that tonight would mark a turning point in her life.
Her chest tightened, her hands trembled slightly against her lap, and she drew in a shaky breath.
She didn’t need anyone to spell it out. She already knew.
Something big was about to happen to her tonight... and she was right.
Ross stepped out of the shower, a faint trail of steam following him.
A towel hung loosely around his waist, just barely covering his manhood.
Carrie’s eyes, almost against her will, traced over his body—his broad shoulders, the sculpted lines of his chest, the sharp ridges of his six-pack abs glistening faintly under the light.
He was tall, powerful, the very image of masculine strength, and her throat went dry. She gulped, heat rushing to her cheeks, and quickly looked away.
What am I thinking? she scolded herself, shaking her head to banish the naughty, lewd images beginning to form in her mind.
"I’m tired. Let’s sleep, Carrie," Ross said in a low, calm voice.
He joined her on the bed, slipping under the blanket with practiced ease.
The towel came off and was tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair.
Before Carrie could react, Ross reached out and pulled her into his arms.
His embrace was firm, almost possessive, and from beginning to end, Carrie could not muster a word.
She didn’t know what to say, how to respond—her voice was locked in her throat.
Ross adjusted their positions with ease, guiding her like she was weightless.
Carrie felt more like a puppet than herself, her body yielding to his movements while her mind spun in circles.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, loud enough that she feared he might hear it.
She ended up lying on her side, with Ross pressed against her back.
His arm draped over her waist, his breath warm against her neck.
For a fleeting moment, it almost felt tender, like they were simply a couple falling asleep together.
But then—Carrie stiffened.
She felt it.
Something big and hard was pressing against her from behind, prodding insistently through the thin layers of fabric that separated them.
Her eyes widened, her body frozen in place.
She bit her lower lip, praying Ross wouldn’t notice her sudden tension, though she knew deep down that he already had.
Her thoughts spiraled.
Is this it? Is this what he’s been waiting for all along?
She wanted to push his hand away, to roll over and put some space between them, but her body betrayed her—she couldn’t move.
It was as if her limbs refused to obey, her nerves paralyzed by the storm of emotions coursing through her.
Ross, meanwhile, said nothing.
He simply held her tighter, pulling her closer until not even an inch of space remained between them.
His chest pressed firmly against her back, his warmth surrounding her completely.
Carrie could feel his heartbeat against her spine, steady and unhurried, so different from her own frantic rhythm.
Minutes ticked by like hours.
Every second made her more aware of him—his scent lingering from the shower, his strong arm over her body, the undeniable hardness pressing insistently against her.
Carrie squeezed her eyes shut.
What should I do? If I say something... if I stop him now... will he be angry? Or... do I even want to stop him?
The thoughts collided, leaving her dizzy and breathless.
Her fingers curled into the bedsheet as her chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths.
The silence stretched on, broken only by the waves outside and the faint hum of the air conditioner.
But inside that room, the tension grew heavier, thicker—until it felt like the air itself was waiting for what would happen next.
"Ohhh..." Carrie gasped softly the moment she felt Ross’s cock press between her thighs.
She was only wearing a thin nightdress, with just her bra and panties underneath, and there was nothing stopping her from feeling the heat of him against her most sensitive spot.
Her breath hitched as he shifted, grinding against her deliberately.
The thick length rubbed over her panties, sliding across her clit in slow, steady motions that sent shocks through her body.
She clenched her teeth, her hands trembling, and tried not to move.
Don’t react... don’t react, she told herself, but her body betrayed her instantly.
Warmth pooled between her legs, soaking through the thin fabric until she was already wet.
Ross said nothing, only breathed steadily against her neck.
That silence made it worse—his control, his patience, his quiet certainty that she wouldn’t resist.
He moved his hips again, dragging the thick hardness along her slit, and Carrie let out another helpless whimper.
Her heart hammered against her chest. She was too afraid to resist, too afraid to push him away, so she stayed frozen, letting Ross move at his own pace.
His hips pressed forward rhythmically, simulating the act as if he were already inside her.
Every thrust forced another gasp from her lips, no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.
Minutes blurred together in a haze of unbearable friction. Her body grew hotter, trembling under his control.
Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, amplifying the sensation, and the pressure built too quickly to stop.
Then it hit her.
"Ahhhhhh..." Carrie slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her desperate cry as her body convulsed in release.
Her panties clung to her, soaked and sticky with the evidence of her climax.
Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, and every nerve in her body felt raw and oversensitive.
Exhaustion swept through her immediately, her legs weak and trembling, but Ross did not let go.
His arm stayed locked around her waist, keeping her close, keeping her trapped in his heat.
Carrie shivered, her mind a whirl of shame and disbelief. Everything happened so fast.
I... I came... just from that?