Chapter 901: Chapter 901 Underground
Sarah shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes from the war inside her heart.
“I… I can’t… I shouldn’t…”
But her pussy was soaking wet now, the heat of her arousal betraying every lie her lips tried to form.
Ross’s mouth returned to her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples as his fingers slid lower, parting her folds, spreading her open for him.
Sarah gasped, her legs trembling as the desk beneath her creaked.
There was no escape. Not from Ross. Not from her own body.
Ross finally let Sarah’s nipple slip free from his mouth, a wet trail left glistening as he leaned back.
His hands didn’t stop their work though—his palms engulfed her breasts, kneading and squeezing as though he was molding them into his possession.
Sometimes he crushed the soft mounds together hard enough to make Sarah gasp, and then he would switch to feather-light touches, caressing and teasing, drawing shivers across her skin.
Her nipples were his favorite playthings. Pink, stiff, and sensitive, they begged for his fingers.
He pinched one sharply, pulling until Sarah arched her back with a strangled moan, then released it only to flick it again and again.
Each pinch, each tug, sent sparks shooting through her body, and her moans filled the room in a sweet, lewd rhythm.
Her face was flushed crimson, eyes half-lidded, lips parted helplessly.
To Ross, she looked like a goddess drowning in lust—and he was the one dragging her deeper.
The sight only fueled his hunger.
His cock was straining hard against his pants, throbbing with every beat of his heart, and the pressure became unbearable.
With a quick motion, he shoved his pants and boxers down, freeing his shaft.
His massive cock sprang forward, heavy and proud, pulsing with heat as it twitched in open air.
Sarah’s eyes fell on it, and she froze, her lips parting in shock.
Even though she had felt it before, seeing it bare again sent shivers down her spine.
The size alone made her tremble—the thick, veined monster that dwarfed anything her husband had ever given her.
Her thighs pressed together reflexively, but Ross simply smirked.
He positioned himself lower, his gaze locked on her sex.
Her skirt still clung to her hips, bunched up just enough to reveal the dripping pink slit between her thighs.
That little detail—her still half-dressed body, the prim skirt framing such lewdness—only made the sight more intoxicating.
Her pussy was glistening, wet with need, her folds shiny with fresh juice that betrayed how much she wanted him.
The wetness had spread down her inner thighs, leaving little streaks that Ross traced with his hungry eyes.
Her body was betraying her completely, and Ross reveled in it.
He leaned forward, close enough that his cock brushed against her thigh, leaving streaks of precum on her pale skin.
He let the fat head drag slowly across her slit, smearing her own juices over her folds, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her moan.
Sarah trembled, biting her lip, her hands instinctively moving to cover her pussy, but Ross caught her wrists and pinned them down against the desk.
“Don’t hide from me,” he growled softly. “You’re mine to see. Mine to touch.”
His cock slid along her entrance again, rubbing against her swollen clit this time, making her whole body jolt.
“Ahhhhhh….”
“Ohhhhhh…”
“Ughhhhh…” Her moans grew louder, higher, the shame mixing with unbearable pleasure.
Ross grinned down at her.
“Juicy little thing…” he muttered, pressing the head of his cock firmly against her tight slit without pushing in yet.
“I could eat you alive. I could fuck you all day and won’t ever get tired of you.”
Sarah’s hips bucked against him involuntarily, her body screaming for him even as her lips whispered weak protests.
Ross only chuckled darkly, lowering his mouth to her ear.
“And now, Sarah… I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your husband’s name.”
Ross didn’t push in yet. Instead, he dragged the moment out, his cock sliding over her folds like molten iron against silk.
Every stroke up and down smeared her juices along his length, the fat head brushing over her clit just enough to make Sarah’s body jolt and her throat release broken grunts she tried desperately to muffle.
“Do you want this, Sarah?” Ross asked, his voice calm but commanding, dripping with dominance.
His cockhead paused at her entrance, pressing lightly, then he slid away again, tormenting her.
“Hnnnnghh… hmmm…” Sarah moaned, her thighs trembling. Her body screamed yes, but shame clamped her lips shut.
Ross leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear as he growled, “I can’t hear you, Sarah. Say it out loud. Beg for me.”
Five heavy breaths passed.
Each second, Ross rubbed himself against her, dragging along her slick slit, spreading her folds wider with each pass.
Sarah’s nails dug into the edge of the desk, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves, her nipples stiff against the fabric of her half-open blouse.
Finally, her control shattered.
“Yes!” Sarah cried out, the word torn from her throat, almost angry—at him, at herself, at the unbearable pleasure.
Ross’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk. “That’s more like it,” he murmured.
Without another word, he angled himself, holding her wrists pinned down as his cock pressed firmly at her soaked entrance.
The thick head nudged inside, spreading her folds wide, and Sarah gasped sharply, her mouth falling open.
“Ahhhhhh!” she cried as his cock began to sink in.
The stretch was brutal, her pussy straining to take him.
Ross grunted low, savoring the tight, wet heat that clamped around his thickness.
Inch by inch, he fed his cock into her, moving slowly but without mercy.
Her walls squeezed desperately, clinging to him, fighting to adjust to the sheer girth forcing its way inside.
Sarah’s back arched, her hands pushing weakly against his chest as though she could resist, but her body betrayed her completely—her pussy was dripping wet, juices coating his cock as he buried himself deeper.