Chapter 897: Chapter 897 Daily
That realization cut Sarah like a knife, leaving her torn between despair and sinful pleasure.
She could feel everything—every vein, every pulse of his monster cock throbbing hot inside her.
Her pussy clamped down in spasms, trying to fight the intrusion, but instead it only made things worse—worse because the squeezing made her shiver, worse because it sent jolts of unwanted bliss shooting up her spine.
"No... no, this can’t... ahhhh..." she whimpered, but her body ignored her pleas.
Even though Ross hadn’t moved yet, her juices betrayed her, flowing freely, soaking his cock, coating her thighs.
The slick heat inside her eased the painful stretch, making her body adjust to him, making him fit where no man should have.
Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps as shame consumed her.
She was trembling, not from fear anymore, but from how good it felt to be so utterly filled.
Then it happened—her hips shifted.
Not intentionally, not with thought, but by pure, carnal instinct.
Her body rocked back, pressing deeper onto his shaft, her cunt swallowing him further in.
The sensation was unbearable, explosive. She cried out...
"Ahhhh!" as her back arched, breasts bouncing against his chest.
Realization struck her like a lightning bolt. She was moving against him. She was helping him.
"Noooo..." Sarah moaned in shame, shaking her head desperately.
"I... I can’t... I don’t want this..." But the words rang hollow, drowned out by the wet sound of her pussy greedily sucking on his cock.
Her hands tried to push at his chest, but the weak pressure of her palms contrasted with the way her legs betrayed her—wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him in closer.
Ross watched her with a dark, satisfied gaze. He hadn’t even begun to thrust, yet Sarah’s body was already begging, already surrendering.
His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
"Listen to yourself," he murmured, his voice low, deep, commanding.
"Your mouth says no... but your body? Your body is mine."
Sarah let out a shuddering sob, tears pricking the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the shame of knowing he was right.
Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock as if to confirm his words, milking him, refusing to let go.
She shook her head weakly, her voice breaking.
"Please... don’t... don’t make me..."
But her body had already chosen.
Ross rolled his hips, dragging his cock out an inch before sinking it back in slowly.
The movement made Sarah scream, her hands flying from his chest to grip his shoulders desperately.
The feeling was too much—her pussy stretched, stuffed, filled and then filled again, each motion making her wetter, hotter, needier.
"Ahhhhh..." Her cries blurred into moans. Her shame blurred into craving.
And as Ross’s cock slid deeper and deeper, Sarah realized with horror and ecstasy alike... there was no escaping him anymore.
And of course, Ross had no intention of letting Sarah escape from his cock.
Once he had buried himself inside her, she was his—and he was going to fuck her until she broke.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The room echoed with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hips slamming into hers.
At first, his strokes were long and steady, dragging his cock out of her tight pussy until only the swollen head remained before driving back in to the hilt.
Each push made Sarah’s body jolt violently, her breasts bouncing with every impact.
Her cries filled the room.
"Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... Ross... oh God!" Her voice was raw, shaking with every thrust.
Ross’s eyes narrowed with hunger as he studied her.
She was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her lips parted in helpless moans.
She was no longer resisting—her body had given up entirely.
And once he felt her slickness coating his cock, dripping down his balls, he knew she was already lost.
Then he quickened his pace.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
His thrusts became punishing, his cock hammering into her pussy with ruthless rhythm.
The bed slammed against the wall with each motion, the sheets twisting beneath their bodies as Sarah clung to him like a drowning woman.
"Ohhhhhhh! It’s too much—it’s too much!" she cried, but her legs betrayed her again, wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her with every slam.
Her husband had never taken her like this. He had been careful, slow, afraid to break her.
Ross was the complete opposite—he treated her not like glass but like a woman in heat, a slut whose body was made for his cock alone.
And deep inside, Sarah loved it.
The shame only made the pleasure sharper, the ecstasy stronger.
Her moans grew louder, wilder, lewd cries echoing through the room.
Every thrust Ross gave drove her further into madness, her pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock without her consent.
Ross leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You feel that, Sarah? You’re gripping me so tight. You say no, but your cunt is begging for me."
"N-noooo... ahhhhhh... don’t say that..." she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes.
But the way her pussy clenched around him betrayed her again.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Her juices gushed out, soaking the sheets beneath them, splattering with each brutal thrust.
Her nails dug into his back, her body arching, breasts pressing hard against his chest as she screamed his name.
Her world spun, the rhythm of his hips pounding into her over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Sarah screamed, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.
Her pussy squeezed down violently on his massive cock, pulsing around him, sucking him in deeper.
Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, her back arched off the bed as she shattered in his arms.
Her mind went blank, nothing but white-hot bliss consuming her.
It was the strongest climax she had ever felt in her life—far beyond anything her husband had ever given her.
And through it all, Ross never slowed.