The dual assault made Jenny cry out, back bowing sharply as fresh ecstasy arrowed through her.
"You love this, don't you?" he rasped against the shell of her ear, voice rough with lust. "Being fucked like this… so deep… so full… taking everything I give you."
The filthy, reverent words sank into her like heat. Jenny could only whimper in answer—high, desperate, wordless.
Her body answered for her: hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, inner walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock with every punishing stroke.
Ross's pace turned relentless—faster, deeper, more possessive.
Each snap of his hips sent ripples through her ass and thighs; each withdrawal left her achingly empty for only a heartbeat before he filled her again.
The wet lewd sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, underscored by her broken cries and his low, guttural groans.
She was close—dangerously close—teetering on a razor's edge.
And Jenny couldn't believe in how fast it was happening.
