Chapter 962: Chapter 962 Auxiliary
Nina, watching this while impaled on Ross’s cock, could no longer hold back.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ross, I’m cumming too! Ohhhhhh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she screamed, her tight pussy milking him desperately as her orgasm ripped through her.
Two women—one on his cock, one on his tongue—both overwhelmed, both ruined with bliss, while Ross remained the beast at the center of it all, relentless and insatiable.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhh..."
Carrie and Nina moaned shamelessly as Ross fucked them both at the same time, their cries echoing in the room like a symphony of lust.
Neither of them could comprehend how one man could have such strength, such stamina, such endless hunger—but Ross wasn’t just any man.
He was a beast in bed, relentless and tireless, and he proved it by driving them into one orgasm after another without pause.
Their bodies grew weak, their legs trembled, their voices cracked from moaning, and yet Ross continued, never slowing, never tiring.
Each time they thought they had reached their peak, he changed their positions, making them feel entirely new sensations all over again.
Sometimes he had Nina riding his cock while Carrie sat on his face, screaming as his tongue split her depths.
Sometimes he flipped them, bending one over while the other straddled his lap, so he could thrust into both back to back.
And sometimes, he was even crueler—switching between them mid-thrust, leaving each one whimpering in desperation when he pulled out, only to scream in relief when he plunged back inside.
But perhaps his favorite position—the one he savored the most—was when he bent Carrie and Nina over the edge of the bed, their asses raised and their swollen, dripping pussies on full display.
From behind, he admired their glistening folds side by side, pink and inviting, twitching in need as they begged for him.
The sight made his cock twitch with hunger.
"Ahhhhhh, Ross! Please—don’t stop!" Carrie moaned, her nails tearing at the sheets as she tried to steady herself.
"Ross, you’re too big! I can’t live without your cock now! ahhhhhhh!" Nina wailed, her pussy convulsing around his shaft as another orgasm tore through her body.
Ross grunted in approval, pounding into them with merciless rhythm.
His thick cock slammed into one woman until she screamed herself hoarse, then he pulled out and drove himself into the other, giving her no mercy either.
The wet squelch of their pussies and the sharp sound of his hips slapping against their asses filled the room, mixing with the raw cries of ecstasy that spilled from both women.
Time became meaningless. Minutes turned to hours, and still Ross did not stop.
Sweat coated his muscular body, dripping down his chest and back, but his thrusts remained just as powerful as they had been at the start.
Carrie squirted again and again, soaking the sheets and even Ross’s stomach as her body gave in to him completely.
Nina’s tight pussy clenched and milked him desperately, her orgasms stacking one atop the other until she could no longer distinguish where one ended and another began.
Ross fucked them until their voices were hoarse, until their bodies shook violently beneath him, until they were reduced to nothing more than moaning, trembling messes begging for more even as their strength left them.
At some point, neither Carrie nor Nina could stand anymore, their legs far too weak.
Ross simply carried them, shifting them into new positions as if they were weightless dolls, spreading them wide and filling them again without pause.
They clung to him like lifelines, lost in the endless storm of pleasure he provided.
By the time dawn threatened the horizon, the room reeked of sex, the sheets were drenched, and the bed itself groaned as if on the verge of breaking.
Carrie lay limp in Ross’s arms, her lips swollen from kissing and her pussy twitching from being fucked beyond reason.
Nina lay beside her, her chest heaving, her body coated in sweat, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
And Ross? He was still hard, still ready, still full of that unending hunger.
He gazed down at his women with a satisfied smirk, his hands stroking their hair as if they were treasures he owned.
For Carrie and Nina, it had been a night of pure madness—a night they would never forget.
For Ross, it was simply another reminder of the endless dominance he held over them, body and soul.
The first pale fingers of dawn crept through the windows, spilling soft golden light across the room and illuminating the aftermath of the night’s chaos.
The bed was a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets and tangled limbs, the lingering scent of sex heavy in the air.
Ross lay in the center, his body still radiating heat, chest rising and falling in long, steady breaths.
Though his muscles were taut from the endless hours of exertion, there was an unmistakable ease in his posture—a quiet satisfaction that only he could command.
On either side of him, Carrie and Nina clung tightly, arms wrapped around his torso and thighs, pressing themselves flush against him as if afraid to let him go.
Their bodies were still trembling from the intensity of the night, hips sore, skin flushed, and hair sticking to their damp faces.
Their eyes were half-lidded, glassy with the remnants of pleasure, yet shining with a bliss that no words could capture.
Both were utterly exhausted, utterly spent, yet a deep, contented smile tugged at their lips.
Carrie nuzzled her face into Ross’s chest, inhaling his scent as a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Her fingers traced idly across his shoulders and stomach, still tingling from the marks he had left on her body the night before.
Her mind was hazy, fogged by countless orgasms, but every nerve ending seemed alive with the memory of Ross’s dominance, his strength, and the perfection of his touch.
Nina rested her head on his shoulder, letting a small, shivering laugh escape as she felt him shift slightly, his arm tightening around her waist in an instinctive embrace.