Chapter 662: Chapter 662 GuessSasha whimpered, her thighs twitching as aftershocks rippled through her.
Her body was trembling, sensitive to every brush of his tongue, but Ross showed no mercy.
He sucked her clit gently, savoring the way her hips jerked with each touch, the way her voice trembled with each moan.
“R-Ross, I… I can’t… it’s too much,” she gasped, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure still lingering in her veins.
But he didn’t stop.
He moved slower now, more deliberately, tasting her, teasing her, coaxing another reaction from her overstimulated body.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her steady as he traced lazy circles around her swollen clit.
Every motion was designed to drive her insane—to push her to the edge again and keep her there, teetering on the brink of another climax.
Sasha’s breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples still peaked from earlier attention, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
She had never felt so wanted—so thoroughly, intimately consumed.
He looked up at her briefly, his eyes dark, hungry, and filled with pure desire.
His voice was rough when he spoke, still low and tight with restraint.
“You taste like sweet honey, Sasha,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh before returning to his task
That one line sent a fresh shiver down her spine.
Her heart pounded wildly as heat surged through her again, curling low in her belly.
She wasn’t sure how much more she could take… but part of her didn’t want him to stop.
She had given herself to him completely—and Ross was worshipping her like she was the only woman in the world.
And as his tongue worked its magic again, her cries started building once more, echoing through the room like a hymn of pleasure.
When Ross sensed that Sasha was ready, he didn’t rush.
He simply reached out, brushing his fingers across her cheek with a tenderness that made her shiver.
His gaze locked with hers, searching for any hint of hesitation.
“Are you sure?” he asked for the umpteenth time, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sasha swallowed, her heart thundering in her chest. Her lips parted, and for a moment, no words came.
But then she nodded slowly, her eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. “I want this… I want you to fuck me hard, Ross. Just like you promised.”
“Okay.” Ross discarded his boxers with quiet care, never taking his eyes off her.
When he finally positioned himself between her parted legs, he moved with lust, settling in close, his bare chest against hers.
His hand found hers and held it tightly.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “If anything feels wrong, tell me. I’ll stop. We can go hard later but not at first.”
She nodded again, biting her bottom lip. “Just… stay close,” she said.
“Always.”
He reached between them and guided himself to her pussy entrance, moving slowly, gently.
The first moment of pressure made her tense, and he immediately stilled.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “Just breathe.”
She exhaled shakily, her grip on his hand tightening. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice trembling but sure.
With a tenderness that surprised even himself, Ross began to ease forward.
Inch by inch, he filled her, watching every flicker of emotion on her face.
She gasped quietly, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes—not of pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
He kissed them away before they could fall.
When he was fully inside her, he paused, letting her adjust, letting her body and heart catch up.
Her fingers ran along his back, holding him close, grounding herself in his warmth.
Ross kissed her again, softer this time.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “So beautiful.”
“Oh…” Sasha whimpered, her voice barely audible beneath the quiet of the room.
Her fingers gripped Ross’s back, nails digging into his skin as her legs trembled around his waist.
Her face was tight with pain, eyes squeezed shut, and her breathing came in shallow gasps.
Ross froze.
The moment he saw her face crumple, everything in him stilled.
Whatever desire had clouded his thoughts before was washed away by the clear look of discomfort on her face.
Her pain was real, and nothing mattered more than making her feel safe again.
“Hey, hey…” he whispered, brushing the hair from her damp forehead. “I’m here. Just breathe, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
Sasha clung to him tightly, her arms wound around his shoulders like she was afraid he might disappear.
Her body shook against his, and her voice cracked as she whispered, “It hurts, Ross…”
Ross held her close, letting their bare skin press together as he slowly began to stroke her back, calming her with soft movements.
He didn’t move inside her. He didn’t even try. Instead, he focused entirely on her—on helping her relax, on reassuring her that she was in control.
“I know,” he murmured gently, kissing the corner of her eye where a tear had escaped. “It’s your first time. It always hurts the first time. I’m sorry, Sasha.”
She didn’t answer right away. She just held him tighter, her breath hitching as more tears slipped down her cheeks.
Ross kissed her softly—first her temple, then the tip of her nose, then her lips, careful not to push or take.
His hands moved with deliberate tenderness, cupping her face, cradling her body.
He trailed kisses down her neck, barely grazing her skin with his lips. It wasn’t about seduction anymore—it was about comfort, about making her feel safe again.
His voice remained low, soothing, like a lullaby meant just for her.
“I won’t move,” he promised. “We don’t have to keep going. This moment… it’s yours too. Not just mine.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Sasha said after a long pause, her voice fragile. “I just didn’t know it would hurt like this…”
Ross kissed her again, slow and patient. “It’s okay to stop. You’re not disappointing me. You’re not doing anything wrong.”