Chapter 896: Chapter 896 Application
Sarah’s hands fell away, leaving her completely exposed to him.
She gasped into his kiss as his enormous cock brushed against her thigh, the heat of it making her entire body shudder.
The sheer weight of it pressed against her skin, and she could barely imagine how something so impossibly huge could ever fit inside her.
"Ross..." she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice trembling, "it’s... too big..." Sarah said and she forgot to call Ross as boss and just called him by his first name.
Still, Ross has another plan entirely.
He silenced her with another kiss, his hand sliding up her inner thigh, spreading her legs apart despite her weak resistance.
Sarah whimpered, torn between terror and desperate need, her pussy aching with wetness even as her mind screamed in disbelief.
Her heart raced out of control, her chest heaving, nipples stiff as Ross rubbed the thick head of his cock against her folds.
The sensation made her moan helplessly, her hips twitching despite herself.
The tip slid along her slit, smearing her arousal, teasing her entrance without entering.
"Ahhhhhh...!" Sarah cried out, her hands clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as wave after wave of heat coursed through her.
She was already breathless, already dizzy from the teasing.
And deep down, a terrifying thought gripped her heart—after this night, after Ross, she feared she could never return to her husband the same way again.
Ross spread her legs wider, his massive frame towering above her, his eyes dark and hungry as he claimed a perfect vantage over her trembling body.
Then, with steady, unrelenting force, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her drenched entrance.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sarah screamed as he breached her, her entire body jolting from the sudden invasion.
Her pussy stretched to limits she never believed possible.
The searing pain mixed with unbearable pressure made her head spin.
Though she was no virgin, in that moment it felt as if she was being devirginized all over again—Ross’s cock was just too much.
Her hands shot up to his chest, pushing against his solid muscles with all the strength she had left.
But it was useless.
Ross’s chest didn’t budge, his body unshakable, his hips doing all the talking.
He sank deeper, then pulled back slightly, only to press forward again.
Each push claimed another inch, each retreat smeared his shaft with her juices, coating him in the proof of her helpless arousal.
Her cries rang in the room—painful, breathless, desperate—but with every passing moment, those cries blurred with moans.
Her pussy betrayed her, clenching around him, sucking at his length even as her body trembled from the intrusion.
The wetness flowing from her core only made his advance easier, her own lust guiding him deeper inside her.
Ross didn’t rush. He was mercilessly patient, grinding against her, working her pussy to accept him inch by inch.
Her walls stretched wider, hugging him so tightly it felt like her body might tear apart, yet with every thrust he carved out more space for himself.
"Ross... oh God... it’s too much... it’s too big..." Sarah whimpered, her nails dragging down his chest, leaving red streaks across his skin.
Her hips writhed beneath him, torn between resisting and yielding, between terror and need.
And then—finally—his hips pressed flush against hers.
A strangled sob broke from her lips as the reality sank in. He was all the way inside her.
All fifteen thick, veined inches were buried to the hilt in her tight, trembling pussy.
The fullness was unbearable, her womb quivering as though it was being branded by the sheer size of him.
Her back arched off the bed, breasts pressing hard against his chest, nipples grazing his skin as she clung to him desperately.
The pain and pressure twisted into something hotter, something darker—pleasure so intense it scared her.
Ross stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust, his cock pulsing deep inside her.
Sarah gasped for air, her mind blank, her lips forming incoherent sounds.
And then, with agonizing slowness, he began to move.
He pulled back an inch, the stretch easing only to slam back into her, filling her again.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out, her pussy clenching hard around him, juices spilling out with every motion.
Her walls squeezed as if to hold him inside, her body desperate to keep what it couldn’t contain.
Ross set a rhythm—slow, deliberate, deep.
Each thrust made her entire body jolt, her breasts bouncing, her hands clawing at his back.
With every push, her pussy stretched and molded to his size, her cries turning into moans, moans into screams of wild pleasure.
Her mind was in chaos.
Fear told her this was wrong, that she should stop, that she should think of her husband.
But her body betrayed her completely.
Her pussy was drenched, her clit throbbing, her legs wrapping tighter around Ross’s waist as though she couldn’t bear for him to leave her empty.
"Ohhhhhh God... Ross... Ross..." she moaned, her voice breaking as his cock slammed deeper, grinding against her insides.
Each thrust struck places her husband never touched, places she didn’t even know existed until now.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably, nipples scraping against his chest, pussy gushing around his length.
And deep inside, Sarah realized the truth she had feared all along—once Ross had entered her like this, there was no way back.
Not after something as big as this!
"It’s so deep inside me!" Sarah groaned, her voice shaking as her nails clawed at the sheets beneath her.
Her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, almost as if she was trying to escape the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.
The sheer pressure inside her cunt made her feel like she was going to faint.
Ross’s cock filled her to the brink, every nerve lit aflame as he reached depths she hadn’t even known existed.
Her husband had never touched her like this, never reached this far, never made her feel this full.