Chapter 923: Chapter 923 Sign
Carrie’s mind raced, torn between disbelief and surrender.
She had already climaxed twice tonight in her own reckless way, but this... this was different.
This wasn’t just pleasure—it was intimacy, raw and undeniable.
She felt his hunger, his restraint, his desire all poured into that single kiss, and it made her dizzy.
Ross finally drew back just enough to look at her, his lips still brushing hers as he whispered, "You’re mine, Carrie." His breath was hot against her skin, sending another shiver racing down her spine.
Her cheeks burned, her lips tingled, and she could barely form words.
All she could manage was a breathless nod before leaning forward again, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need, no longer shy, no longer hesitant.
"I’m yours, Ross... just please, don’t break my heart," Carrie whispered, her voice soft but heavy with emotion.
Her gaze lingered on him, pleading yet trusting, the fear and hope warring inside her clear as day.
Ross had been her first kiss, her first boyfriend, and now—he was about to become the first man to truly claim her.
Carrie’s entire body trembled with that knowledge.
She had already woven her future around him, imagining days and nights that belonged only to them.
The thought of him treating her like a passing amusement, a mere plaything, was terrifying.
It would crush her, ruin her.
And yet, even with that fear gnawing at her, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him.
Ross already had wives. Women followed him, adored him, and shared his bed.
The reality of it made her heart ache, but she reminded herself: he had chosen her, too.
She was here, in his arms, and that meant something.
The fear didn’t vanish, but hope outweighed it, fragile yet fierce.
"I won’t," Ross said firmly, his voice low and steady like a vow.
He reached up, brushing a lock of hair from her flushed face before pressing his forehead gently to hers.
"I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world, Carrie."
Her lips parted, her breath catching, and for the first time that night she let her body relax completely into his.
The warmth in his words melted away her resistance, and she closed her eyes, trusting him.
Ross’s hands moved then, slow but unyielding.
He tugged at her thin nightwear, peeling it away inch by inch until the fabric slid from her body.
The soft cloth pooled at her waist before he pushed it aside entirely.
Next came the bra, the clasp giving way under his fingers.
Carrie gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, but Ross caught her wrists gently and drew them apart.
"Don’t hide from me," he whispered, his gaze locked on her.
Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and round, the rosy tips hardening under the cool air and his hungry stare.
Carrie’s face flamed with embarrassment, but Ross’s eyes burned with desire, devouring every inch of her.
He traced the curve of her waist with one hand before letting it slide lower, brushing lightly over her trembling stomach.
Her body shivered at his touch, and when his eyes dropped lower, she followed his gaze—down to the glistening pink folds between her thighs.
Her breath hitched sharply.
She was already wet, embarrassingly so, the proof of her longing gleaming in the dim light.
Ross’s cock pulsed with need, the heavy length pressing against her thigh as if demanding release.
His hunger sharpened, no longer tempered by patience.
The thought of being the first to enter her, to tear down every wall of innocence and make her his completely, sent a primal growl rumbling deep in his chest.
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear as his hand finally cupped between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the heat there.
"Tonight," he whispered, his voice husky, "you’ll be fucked in every way."
Carrie whimpered softly, her legs trembling as a shiver coursed through her body.
Her heart pounded, torn between nerves and anticipation, but there was no denying how much she wanted him.
She pressed closer, her lips grazing his jaw, surrender already written in her every movement.
Ross smiled darkly, savoring her reaction. He had waited long enough.
Still, Ross did not feel the need to rush. It was already written—Carrie would belong to him tonight, mind, body, and soul.
But she was innocent, untouched, and he didn’t want to break her too suddenly.
She needed to be eased into it, prepared for the intensity of what was to come.
With calm strength, Ross sat up on the bed, his broad back resting against the headboard.
His cock jutted out, thick and veined, standing tall like a challenge for the trembling girl before him.
"Suck me, Carrie," Ross said in a gentle tone, though there was no mistaking the command in his voice.
Carrie’s breath caught. Her eyes widened, fixed on the massive length before her.
Her lips quivered as she whispered, "I... I don’t know how."
Her voice was small, her innocence so raw that it made Ross’s chest tighten with desire.
This was the first cock she had ever seen in her life, and it showed in the way she stared at it—awed, nervous, overwhelmed.
The sheer size of him left her stunned.
Fifteen full inches of throbbing manhood, thick as her wrist, every inch covered with bulging veins that pulsed faintly with his heartbeat.
Beneath it, his balls hung heavy, swollen with need, promising the load that would soon be hers.
Ross reached down, brushing his hand through her hair with surprising patience. "Don’t worry, you’ll learn," he murmured.
His tone was reassuring, yet steady with authority.
"Come here, Carrie. Start with a kiss. Just the tip."
Her blush deepened. "...O-okay."
Nodding shyly, Carrie crawled forward, her knees sinking into the sheets until she was nestled between Ross’s strong thighs.
Her small hands pressed into the bed for balance, trembling as she leaned closer to the towering cock before her.
The heat radiating from it made her heart pound even faster.