"Oh... my... god..." Jane whispered, her voice barely audible as her entire body went limp, boneless against the mattress.
She felt like she was floating, her breath shallow and uneven.
The orgasm Ross gave her wasn't just powerful—it was transcendent.
She had never experienced anything like it. Every nerve in her body was still buzzing, her skin flushed, her thighs trembling.
She lay there in stunned silence, her chest rising and falling as she tried to process what had just happened.
Was that even real? It felt like she had just touched heaven, and Ross was the one who had guided her there with nothing but his mouth and unrelenting skill.
But it wasn't over.
Ross was still down there, his mouth gently teasing her most sensitive place as if savoring every last drop of her pleasure.
His tongue moved slowly now—no longer urgent, but sensual, coaxing, reminding her that he wasn't finished with her yet.
Each flick and kiss sent fresh ripples of warmth through her belly, a slow, simmering heat that refused to die down.
Jane gasped softly, the overstimulation blending into something else—something deeper.
Her body, which had just collapsed from release, was already stirring again under his touch.
She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering open.
Again? She thought, unsure if she should feel awe or fear.
Her legs twitched and parted a little more on instinct, and that simple movement was all Ross needed to intensify his pace just slightly, keeping her on edge.
She gulped.
He's too good at this... he knows exactly what he's doing.
Minutes passed before Ross finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with her arousal, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
He stood slowly, towering over her, and began undressing.
Jane watched, transfixed, her breath catching in her throat with every layer he peeled away.
His shirt came off first, revealing sculpted muscles that flexed as he moved.
His abs were tight and defined, the kind of body that only came from discipline and control.
Then his pants dropped, followed by his boxers—and that was when Jane saw it.
Her eyes widened.
She froze.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Between his legs hung a cock that seemed to defy reality.
Long, thick, and veined, it stood proud and ready, twitching slightly as if responding to her gaze.
It was... monstrous.
At least fifteen inches, maybe more, with girth that made her clench involuntarily.
"Ross..." she said, her voice shaky. "I... I don't think I can take that inside me..."
She instinctively backed up on the bed, scooting until her back hit the headboard.
Her thighs clenched together in reflex, and her breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the impossible size of him.
Panic mingled with awe, fear tangled with a forbidden spark of desire.
Her voice came again, this time quieter, more vulnerable.
"I've never... seen anything like that. My husband... he's only five inches. I thought that was already big."
Ross didn't flinch. He simply gave her a slow, almost amused smile. Calm. Patient.
Like a man who had heard this many times before.
He stepped forward, the sheer presence of him making the air feel heavier.
"I won't hurt you," he said in a low, soothing voice. "We'll go slow. I'll make sure every part of you is ready for me."
Jane's mouth opened but no words came out. Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Her eyes dropped back to that thick, daunting shaft between his legs.
Could she really take something like that? Would she break? Or would she feel things she never thought possible?
She didn't have the answers. Not yet.
All she could do was wait, her body still aching from the last climax... and already trembling in anticipation of what Ross might do next.
Jade opened her mouth, desperate to say something—anything to slow things down, to buy herself a moment of clarity.
But the words never came. Her gaze had drifted again, and this time it locked fully onto Ross's cock. Her lips parted, her throat went dry.
God... it's unreal.
She couldn't tear her eyes away.
It was thick, veined, and heavy, hanging with an almost threatening weight.
And yet, beneath the awe and apprehension, there was a dangerous heat growing deep inside her—a warmth that began in her belly and spread through her limbs like wildfire.
Every excuse she had prepared evaporated.
Ross leaned in before she could say a word, brushing his lips against hers and catching her in a kiss that made her toes curl.
"Mmm..." she whimpered softly, her resistance melting with each stolen breath. His kiss was slow, deliberate—meant to disarm. And it was working.
His mouth began to wander again, trailing down the curve of her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still, until he reached the gentle swell of her breasts.
His hands cupped them with reverence, thumbs brushing over her already-pebbled nipples.
Then came his mouth.
Ross lavished attention on her chest like it was a ritual.
His tongue circled one nipple, then the other, alternating between gentle licks and soft, teasing bites.
Every pass of his tongue sent sparks rushing to her core, and every bite made her hips shift restlessly on the bed.
He didn't just kiss—he worshipped. He made her feel adored, treasured, claimed.
Time slowed as he stayed there, trailing wet kisses over the curves of her breasts, leaving behind a map of desire in the form of flushed skin and faint love bites.
By the time he pulled away, a large portion of her flawless skin was marked with the evidence of his devotion.
Jade could hardly breathe.
Ross returned to her lips and kissed her again, deeper this time, more possessive.
As they kissed, his hand slid between her thighs. She tensed slightly, but he was patient.
His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped at the tenderness of his touch.
He explored her gently, as though committing her shape to memory.
Then, slowly, he pushed in a single finger.