Chapter 902: Chapter 902 Obsidian
Sarah’s moans grew louder, breaking into gasps as each new inch stretched her further than she thought possible.
"It’s... too big... Ross... ohhh God..."
Ross didn’t stop.
He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, grinding himself deeper each time.
Every thrust sank another inch into her trembling depths, her pussy sucking him in despite her protests.
By the time half of his cock was inside her, Sarah was already trembling violently, her voice reduced to broken cries.
Her thighs shook, her toes curled inside her heels, and her pussy leaked so much juice that it dripped down onto the desk.
Ross leaned down, kissing her moaning lips before whispering against her ear, "I’m not even halfway yet, Sarah. And I won’t stop until every inch of me is inside you."
Her eyes widened in shock, her breath catching as she realized the truth of his words.
And still, her hips tilted upward involuntarily, as if her body itself was begging him to keep going.
"Nice... you’re still as tight as before, Sarah." Ross groaned, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
He gripped her waist firmly, holding her down against the desk so she couldn’t move an inch. His voice was low, taunting, filled with confidence.
"Tell me—has your husband stopped doing his duty on the marriage bed? Is that why you feel so starved, so wet for me?"
Sarah gasped, her lips trembling.
Her hands pressed weakly against his chest as though to push him away, but her body betrayed her—her pussy clenched down around him with such ferocity it almost hurt.
She wanted to scream at him, deny his words, but the truth was carved into her flesh with every pulse of his thick cock inside her.
Ross withdrew slowly, dragging his girth along her slick, stretched walls.
The sensation made her toes curl in her heels, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Just as the head of his cock nearly slipped free, he drove it back inside with a brutal thrust.
"Ahhhhhh!" Sarah cried out, her head snapping back.
Her pussy spasmed around him, juices spilling down the insides of her thighs.
The wet, obscene sound of their bodies joining echoed through the office, louder than she could bear, as if the room itself wanted to expose their sin.
Her chest heaved beneath her half-open blouse, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
Her nipples were still sore and swollen from Ross’s earlier teasing, now brushing against the fabric as her body writhed under his assault.
Ross leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Your husband could never fill you like this... could he? Only I make your pussy stretch this wide. Only I can make you scream like this."
Sarah whimpered, shaking her head weakly, but her hips bucked upward, betraying her need.
She was grinding against him now, her body begging for more friction, more of his cock stretching her walls apart.
"God... oh my God..." she moaned, her voice shaky but heavy with desire.
Every time he pushed inside her, she felt her pussy being molded to his size, every vein dragging along her inner flesh and making her gush more wetness to take him deeper.
Ross grunted, savoring her reaction.
Her cunt felt like a velvet vice, gripping him tighter and tighter the harder he thrust.
He gave her no mercy, pulling back halfway only to slam his cock back in, each thrust shaking the desk beneath them.
"Fuck, Sarah... you’re gripping me so damn tight," Ross groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "It’s like your body doesn’t want to let me go."
Sarah’s nails dug into his back, her breath hitching as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.
Her body was betraying her vows, her marriage, her pride—everything was melting away in the heat of Ross’s cock pounding into her.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhhh..."
The series of moans kept spilling from Sarah’s lips, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the walls of her office.
Every thrust from Ross left her body shaking, her toes curling inside her heels, her hands clutching desperately at the desk as if it could anchor her against the overwhelming storm of pleasure.
She felt too full down there, stretched and stuffed by the sheer size of him.
Her pussy walls gripped his cock tightly, desperate to either push him out or drag him deeper—it was madness, pure madness.
Her thoughts scattered, but one tormenting fear kept circling her mind.
If my husband touches me again... if he ever tries to fuck me again... I won’t feel a thing. Ross is too big. Too strong. He’s ruined me.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Ross’s hips drove forward with animalistic power, the sound of flesh smacking flesh ringing out, timed with Sarah’s broken cries.
His cock pistoned into her, spreading her wide, forcing her body to yield to his dominance.
The desk beneath them groaned and trembled with every merciless slam, creaking like it would split apart at any second.
Sarah tried to hold it back, tried to keep control, but the sensations were devouring her.
Her blouse flapped open, her bra long discarded, her breasts bouncing wildly with each punishing thrust.
Her nipples were red and swollen from Ross’s earlier sucking, and every brush of the fabric only added to her torment.
Bang!
The desk finally rammed hard against the wall, rattling the picture frames.
Papers scattered to the floor, a pen cup tipped over, and yet the chaos of the office couldn’t compete with the chaos inside Sarah’s body.
Ross leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as his cock drilled into her relentlessly.
"You feel that, Sarah? You feel how deep I am? Tell me—has your husband ever made you feel this full?"
"N-No..." Sarah whimpered, her voice trembling with shame and lust.
Ross growled, gripping her hips harder, slamming his cock in all the way to the base. "Say it louder."
Her head shook in denial, but her body betrayed her.