Chapter 981: Chapter 981 Time
Alexa had been confident at first.
Every step she took toward Ross felt deliberate, her heart drumming in her chest as the sound of the water filled the quiet evening air.
The midnight shade bathed everything in inky radiance—the pool, the white deck chairs, and Ross’s relaxed figure stretched out beneath the dim light.
But when she was only a step away from him, her confidence faltered.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her mind began to race. What am I doing?
Her hands trembled slightly. The situation, which moments ago felt daring and thrilling, suddenly seemed dangerous.
"What if they find out about us, Ross?" she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.
Fear laced her voice, soft and uncertain.
Ross turned his head slightly, his calm expression unfazed.
The corners of his lips curved into that familiar, confident smile—the one that always made her heart skip.
"So what?" he said casually, his tone full of quiet arrogance.
"The truth will come out eventually. And when it does..." he paused for a moment, eyes gleaming with mischief, "...I’ll just marry you—and Carrie and Nina too."
Alexa blinked, speechless. Her heart thudded painfully at his words.
Marry? She wanted to believe he was joking, but the look in his eyes told her he was completely serious.
He waited, studying her face for a reaction, but Alexa didn’t move.
She stood there frozen, caught between fear and the heat that churned in her chest.
Ross let out a quiet sigh and leaned back lazily against the chair, folding his arms behind his head.
"Well," he said, sounding almost bored now, "if you’re really against it, I might as well sleep and rest."
He began to rise from the chair, his casual dismissal snapping Alexa out of her daze.
Panic struck her all at once—the thought of him leaving, of that moment slipping away, terrified her more than being found out ever could.
"Wait—!" she cried out before she even realized what she was doing.
Ross turned his head slightly, raising a brow. But before he could say a word—
Thud!
Alexa leapt forward, her body moving on instinct.
She landed on him hard enough to make the chair creak beneath their combined weight, her palms pressed against his chest as she straddled him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The air between them was thick and charged, filled with the scent of salt and sunlight and something else—something forbidden.
Ross looked up at her, his smirk returning slowly, that infuriatingly calm expression never breaking.
"Well," he said softly, "that answers my question."
Alexa’s breath came fast. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body beneath her, could see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and she realized—there was really no other choice but to fall.
"Hmmmm..." Alexa pressed her lips together, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as she hovered over Ross’s massive, throbbing cock.
Her body was already slick and sensitive from the earlier excitement with Carrie and Nina, and the friction of just a few rubs against his swollen head sent heat pooling between her legs.
Her pussy ached for him, craving every inch of his hard length.
With a shuddering breath, she began to lower herself, letting him slide slowly inside.
The first stretch made her gasp, her hands bracing on his chest as waves of pleasure shot through her.
Her pussy clamped tightly around him, savoring the fullness, while her body swayed instinctively, pressing every curve against him.
The moonlight streamed down the skies above, painting her skin in silver, illuminating the way her tight, wet folds glistened as they stretched around his thick cock.
"Ohhh... Ross..." she moaned, her voice trembling with need as she sank lower, taking him deeper and deeper.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way she had ever felt.
Her hips rocked instinctively, moving in rhythm with her own rising desire, while her ass slapped softly against his heavy balls with each movement.
Ross groaned low in response, his hands gripping her hips firmly, guiding her as she rode him.
Every tilt and press of her body sent jolts of pleasure through both of them, her wetness coating him as she sank and lifted again, lost entirely in the sensation of being filled so completely.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of the pleasure building in her cunt.
The feeling of being stretched, of having him buried so deep inside her, sent shivers down her spine.
She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, holding him close as she rode him faster, her pussy gripping him with every movement.
"Ohhh... my g..." Alexa gasped again, her voice cracking with ecstasy.
Her body rolled against him, her ass slapping against his balls, her tight pink cunt enveloping him as she took him to the very depths of her desire.
Every nerve in her body screamed for more, lost in the intoxicating blend of fullness, heat, and pleasure as she moved over him, completely consumed by the bliss of him inside her.
Alexa took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing herself to focus on the immense manhood that filled her so completely tonight.
Her body didn’t need any more invitation—every nerve, every muscle, demanded movement.
She began to slide up and down, slowly at first, feeling every inch of Ross’s massive, fifteen-inch cock stretching her, filling her in ways that left her trembling.
Within moments, her slickness had fully coated him, dripping and glistening with the evidence of her desire.
Pak...
Pak...
Pak...
The wet, lewd sounds of her motion filled the room like a rhythm she had no control over, each stroke a symphony of indulgence.
Alexa moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic, her hips rolling, her chest rising and falling in perfect harmony with the pace.
Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, damp from the heat of their bodies, sticking to her flushed skin.