Chapter 162 Final Countdown
Ross wasn't just fucking her; he was utterly ravaging her. His movements were a relentless assault, a brutal rhythm that teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure, leaving her gasping for air.
Yet, he didn't allow her body to grow accustomed to his tempo.
At unpredictable intervals, he would slow, teasing her by pulling almost completely out, leaving just the swollen tip of his cock poised at her entrance.
Gwen would barely have time to register the absence before he slammed back into her, forcing a choked cry from her lips every time.
His thrusts weren't just hard—they were chaotic, unpredictable, and unrelenting.
At times, his hips moved with a blur of speed, each thrust so fast and deep that her body had no choice but to follow his rhythm, dancing to his erratic tempo.
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room with an obscene symphony.