"That's all I wanted to hear," Ross said with a low, satisfied growl.
He stepped back, his fingers making quick work of his clothes.
Piece by piece, they fell away until nothing remained to cover him.
In the space of a breath, he stood before her in all his glory, tall, confident, and utterly bare.
Kate's breath caught, her eyes widening as if she'd seen something forbidden.
She couldn't look away, not even if she wanted to.
Her gaze fixed itself between his legs, and the expression on her face must have said it all, because Ross smirked knowingly.
"Why?" he teased, his voice rough with amusement. "Was your ex-husband on the smaller side?"
Kate's lips parted, but no sound came out at first.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stared at the thick, heavy shaft that jutted proudly from Ross's body, veins throbbing along its length, every inch screaming with raw male power.
It looked almost unreal to her, and her stomach fluttered with both nerves and heat.
"I... I..." she stammered, her voice shaky and soft. Finally, the words spilled out in a whisper: "I just can't believe... that it could be that big."
Ross chuckled darkly, taking a slow step closer to her.
The movement alone made her pulse quicken.
"Second cock you've ever seen, isn't it?" he said knowingly.
Kate swallowed hard, her throat dry, her face flushing deep crimson.
He was right—her husband had been the only man before, and even then, his size had never intimidated her.
But this... this was different. Ross wasn't just bigger.
He was enormous, thick and heavy, his cock twitching as if it had a mind of its own, as if eager to claim her.
Fifteen inches of pure cock!
Her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap, instinct telling her to cover her face or avert her gaze, but she couldn't.
She was frozen, caught between fear and fascination, her body betraying her as warmth began to pool low in her belly.
Ross's smirk widened.
He could see every flicker of emotion in her eyes—the hesitation, the disbelief, the secret longing she tried so hard to hide.
"Don't worry," he said smoothly, his voice dropping lower, husky with promise.
"You'll get used to it. And when you do..." His gaze roamed her trembling body, hungry and unashamed. "...you'll never want anything smaller again."
Kate shivered, her breath shallow, her body reacting in ways her mind couldn't quite process.
The fear was still there, yes—but it was tangled with something far more dangerous: desire.
Ross then moved without hesitation.
A part of him had wanted to start by making Kate take his cock in her mouth, to feel her lips wrapped around him—but he restrained himself. This
was their first time together, and he had no intention of rushing.
No, he wanted her to crave him, to remember this night so vividly that she would ache for his cock even when he wasn't around.
He was going to hook her, body and soul.
With a firm but steady grip, Ross spread Kate's long, slender white legs and lifted them high onto his shoulders.
The position left her completely vulnerable, spread wide and exposed to his gaze.
She flushed scarlet, her breath caught in her throat, as his eyes lingered on the delicate treasure between her thighs.
Her pussy was perfectly smooth, soft, and pink—without a single strand of hair to hide its glistening beauty.
The sight alone made Ross's cock twitch with need, but he forced himself to savor this.
Leaning forward, he breathed in her scent, warm and intoxicating, before lowering his mouth to her slit.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Kate gasped as his tongue pressed against her folds.
It was hot, strong, and relentless, tracing the length of her pussy with masterful precision.
His lips locked onto her clit, sucking gently, while his tongue swirled and flicked with deliberate rhythm.
Her body reacted instantly—her hips jerked, her thighs trembled against his shoulders, and her hands clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.
"R-Ross... ohhhhhh... that's so good, Ross!" she moaned, her voice rising higher with each breath.
Ross smirked against her pussy and continued without mercy.
He licked her faster, deeper, every motion perfectly aimed to drive her wild.
His tongue slid inside her slit, tasting her nectar as it began to flow, then moved back to her swollen clit, teasing it with expert flicks.
He alternated between sucking and licking, not giving her a single moment of respite.
"Right there!" Kate gasped, her head tossing side to side on the pillow. "Keep licking me right there—don't stop!"
And he didn't.
Ross pressed his mouth harder against her, his tongue working her sensitive bud in maddening circles, then darting quick and sharp until she was crying out helplessly.
Her moans grew louder, sharper, filling the room like music.
Only three minutes had passed, but already Kate's body was writhing uncontrollably.
Her back arched high off the bed, her chest heaving as the pressure built inside her, unbearable and all-consuming.
"I—i... Ross, I'm... I'm coming, coming, coming!" she screamed, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure.
Then it happened. Her climax ripped through her, and she squirted—her juices gushing in hot waves over Ross's face, soaking his chin, his lips, his tongue.
The bed beneath her grew wet as she lost control completely, her body jerking and trembling from the force of her orgasm.
Ross didn't flinch.
He drank her release greedily, licking every drop he could catch while holding her hips firmly in place so she couldn't escape the overwhelming pleasure.
Kate collapsed back onto the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body limp and trembling.
She had never felt anything so intense in her life. Her ex-husband had never once made her body feel this way—not even close.
Ross finally pulled back, his face wet with her release, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with desire.
"Now that," he said huskily, "is just the beginning."
Kate's eyes widened, her dazed mind struggling to process his words.
If that was only the beginning... what would happen once he actually gave her his cock?