Ren's breaths came in short, ragged gasps as her pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
She couldn't think, couldn't speak—her entire world had narrowed down to the man between her legs and the sensations he was drawing from her.
"Ahhhh… Ross… I—" she stammered, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge.
Ross didn't let up. His grip on Ren's thighs tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Every flick of his tongue sent shivers racing through her body, and the sounds spilling from her lips only spurred him on.
His hands weren't idle either; they slid upward, cupping her huge breasts with a rough possessiveness that left no room for hesitation.
Instead of pain, the intensity heightened her arousal, making her arch her back as if begging for more.
