Ross's fingers found her clit, circling it gently, and Emma cried out, her body jerking at the sudden burst of pleasure.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I can feel how much you want this."
Emma whimpered in response, her hips moving on their own as she sought more of his touch.
But just as she felt herself getting close to release, Ross pulled his hand away, leaving her trembling and desperate.
"You're teasing me," she managed to gasp, her voice breaking with frustration.
"Of course I am," Ross said with a wicked grin. "You deserve more than just being fucked, Emma. I want to make sure this is something you'll never forget."
Emma's body trembled beneath him as his cock returned to her entrance, pressing against her folds with a firm but unyielding pressure.
She tried to push her hips upward, desperate to take him in, but it was no use. He was too big, and the stretch was almost unbearable.
