Chapter 980: Chapter 980 Armor
Alexa laid in her bed that night thinking more about Ross.
She knew she should feel shame, guilt, or fear—but all she could feel was the intoxicating, undeniable pull of desire and the deep, unshakable mark he had already left upon her heart.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhh..."
Ross kept his women entertained until well past midnight, his energy seemingly endless.
Alexa listened nearby, her heart tightening with a mix of frustration and jealousy as she also wanted to be there with him, unable to deny the pangs of longing that twisted within her.
She tried to close her eyes, to distract herself, but her mind kept returning to him, to the way he commanded her attention effortlessly.
Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed on the bed side table, cutting through the tension with a sharp, insistent tone.
Alexa’s eyes widened as she saw the message notification light up the screen.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up, curiosity and apprehension warring inside her.
Her breath hitched as she read the message, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around her, all other noises fading into the background.
"Come to the pool in five minutes." The message was short, almost casual, yet it sent a jolt straight through Alexa.
Her pulse quickened, and for a moment she froze, phone trembling slightly in her hand.
The moans of Carrie and Nina had just died down a few minutes earlier, leaving the house cloaked in an unnatural quiet that pressed in on her from all sides.
She glanced at her phone again, checking the time. 12:30 a.m. Already past midnight.
The late hour made her heart pound even faster.
She turned her gaze to the man sleeping beside her—Russell—his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, the audible snore that had become part of her nightly background.
The sight of him, so peaceful and trusting, made a pang of guilt twist sharply in her chest.
"What should I do?" she whispered to herself, though the answer was already painfully clear.
Her body and mind were betraying everything she believed in.
Every fiber of her being screamed caution, but the pull toward Ross was irresistible, magnetic, and undeniable.
"Oh my God... I can’t believe I’m really doing this," she thought again, shaking her head as though the motion could erase her own daring.
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she rose from the bed, careful not to disturb Russell, careful not to make a sound.
Every movement felt like walking a tightrope over a chasm of consequences.
Tiptoeing through the house, she felt the familiar thrill of danger mixed with guilt.
She passed the living room, where family photos stared at her from the walls, and each face seemed to accuse her silently.
Her daughter’s innocent smile in one frame made her chest tighten painfully.
The thought that she could be betraying her daughter’s trust gnawed at her relentlessly.
Her mind raced as she approached the door.
The reality of what she was about to do hit her in full force.
She was about to abandon her marriage, sneak away in the dead of night, and meet Ross—her lover—by the pool.
She pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the quickened breaths that betrayed her excitement.
Shame burned hotly in her veins, yet beneath it, a deeper, darker thrill coursed through her body.
The night air hit her as she stepped outside, cool and crisp against her flushed skin.
She held the door quietly behind her, careful to leave no trace of her departure.
Every step toward the pool felt surreal, like moving through someone else’s life.
She was a thief, an intruder in her own home, crossing boundaries she had always sworn she would uphold.
And yet, with every step, she couldn’t deny the pull.
Her heart raced not from fear alone, but from anticipation, from longing, from the forbidden desire that Ross had awakened in her.
The quiet night, the soft rustle of leaves in the wind, even the distant sound of the city—all of it faded into the background as her focus narrowed entirely to the shimmering reflection of the pool ahead.
She paused for a moment, hands trembling slightly, as the enormity of her actions sank in.
She was about to step fully into sin, to abandon her vows, to give herself completely to a passion she shouldn’t indulge.
And yet... she did not hesitate.
The desire, the need, the burning ache for him drove her forward, step by careful step, until she was finally there, standing at the edge of the pool, waiting for him.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, each pulse a mix of fear, guilt, and a heady, intoxicating excitement.
"Ross..." Alexa muttered as she found Ross in one of the long chairs beside the pool.
Her eyes widened with a mix of shock and desire when she realized that he was naked.
What was even more shocking was how his big, fat cock stood out like a massive pole between his legs, an obvious sign to his arousal and readiness.
He lay on the chair, his body relaxed and confident, beckoning her with a smile that promised pleasure and satisfaction.
"Come, Alexa. This is your reward for the great meal you’ve cooked for me today. Come up and ride me hard. I want to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock right now." Ross said, his voice a low, excited growl that sent shivers down her spine.
His words were a command, a promise of the intense pleasure that awaited her, and Alexa felt her body respond instinctively.
She walked towards him, her steps deliberate and purposeful, her nightgown falling away as she moved, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze.
The cool night air kissed her skin, but it was the heat of Ross’s stare that made her feel alive, her nipples hardening and her pussy throbbing with anticipation.
As she approached, she could see the way his cock twitched, a clear hint of his eagerness and desire for her.