How many nights had she laid beside him, restless and unfulfilled, her body crying out for something more?
And now here was Ross—big, thick, relentless—stretching her in ways her husband never could, awakening something deep inside her that she could no longer suppress.
"Ahhhh…" Another moan slipped past her lips as he buried himself just a little deeper, her walls fluttering around him in helpless submission.
"No…" The protest formed in her mind, weak and fleeting. She was losing this battle, and she knew it.
Her body wasn't just accepting him—it was welcoming him, guiding him, preparing itself for the inevitable.
The slick warmth between her thighs betrayed everything she refused to admit, making it clear that this was no longer just happening to her.
She wanted this.
And there was no turning back.
Minutes passed, and then—there.
A sharp gasp tore from Grace's lips as she felt Ross push deeper than ever before, his length pressing against the very end of her.
