Novel Full Chapter 1133 Poster
Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133 Poster
And Ross, of course, did not disappoint.
He slammed home upwards one last time, hips grinding flush against her, fifteen thick inches buried so deep Miku swore she could feel him in her throat.
Her pussy clenched violently around him, fluttering in frantic waves as her final orgasm tore through her like wildfire.
*Pew.*
The first jet of his cum erupted inside her, scalding hot, flooding her in a thick, endless pulse that painted her walls white and overflowed instantly.
*Pew.*
Another heavy spurt, deeper still, forcing a broken, keening cry from her lips as her body jerked beneath him, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
*Pew.
Pew.
Pew.*
He kept coming, rope after rope, until she was impossibly full, his seed seeping out around his cock in creamy rivulets that coated her swollen folds and dripped down the curve of her ass onto the ruined sheets.
Miku’s nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon marks, her whole body trembling as she milked him with every last spasm of her climax.
Ross groaned her name like a prayer, forehead pressed to hers, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her flushed skin.
For a long moment they stayed locked together, chests heaving, hearts hammering in tandem, the air thick with the scent of sex and salt and utter surrender.
But Ross was nowhere near done.
He stayed buried inside her, still hard, still pulsing, and began to move again almost immediately, slow, filthy rolls of his hips that dragged his cum-slick length along every oversensitive inch of her.
"Ahhhhh..." Miku sobbed at the sensation, too much and not enough all at once, but her legs only wound tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as if to keep him there forever.
From the amber glow of sunset bleeding through skies outside to the cold silver of pre-dawn, Ross claimed her in every way imaginable.
He took her slow and worshipful on her back, whispering filthy praise against her throat while she came apart beneath him again and again.
He flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her into the mattress until the headboard left dents in the wall.
He pulled her on top and let her ride him until her thighs gave out, then pinned her wrists above her head and pounded her through another screaming climax.
Hours blurred into a fever dream of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Miku’s voice cracked and gave out completely sometime after the fourth, fifth, tenth orgasm; she lost count.
Tears of pure overwhelmed ecstasy streaked her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that rolled down her temples.
Her pussy was swollen, tender, utterly ruined, yet every time Ross slid back inside her she welcomed him with fresh, desperate cries, begging incoherently for more, harder, deeper, don’t stop.
He never did.
By the time the sky outside turned the color of ash and the clock on the nightstand blinked 6:52 a.m., Miku could barely move.
Her limbs felt like liquid, her body deliciously wrecked, marked inside and out by the man still curled possessively around her.
Ross pressed lazy, reverent kisses along her shoulder blades, her spine, the nape of her neck, murmuring soft words she was too blissed-out to fully understand.
Eventually she forced herself upright on trembling legs.
Ross watched her dress with hooded, satisfied eyes, one arm tucked behind his head, cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined release.
When she leaned down to kiss him goodbye, he caught her wrist and pulled her into one last slow, drugging kiss that tasted like sin and promises.
"Until next time, my beautiful slut," he murmured against her lips.
Miku slipped out of the big tent on unsteady feet, thighs sticky and sore, his cum still leaking from her with every careful step.
The hallway was silent, the city just beginning to wake.
She made the walk of shame that felt nothing like shame back to the tent she shared with Ace, every ache in her body a secret reminder of the night she’d just survived.
She opened the tent with trembling fingers, easing the door shut behind her without a sound.
The big tent was dark, exactly as she’d left it.
She kicked off her slippers, wincing at the tenderness between her legs, and padded barefoot toward the bed.
Ace hadn’t moved an inch.
He lay sprawled on his back in the middle of their bed, one arm flung over his head, mouth slightly open, breathing deep and even.
The tent was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.
He looked almost comically peaceful, untouched by the fact that his wife had just spent the entire night being thoroughly, relentlessly fucked by another man.
Miku paused near the soft bed, pulse fluttering.
After everything she’d felt, after experiencing Ross’s raw, overwhelming power for hours on end, the kind that bent reality around him like light around a black hole, she wasn’t even a little surprised.
A slow, secret smile curved her bruised lips as she slipped into the bathroom to wash away the evidence.
Of course Ace was still asleep.
Ross wouldn’t allow anything less.
***
The day Ross officially took over leadership of the supermarket became a turning point people would talk about for years—if years were something the world still promised them.
Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.
The fear simmering in everyone’s eyes began to fade, replaced slowly by something warmer... something like hope.
Ross didn’t just sit on the throne of leadership; he moved. He acted. He worked.
Within the first twenty-four hours, he personally ventured out on supply runs, moving with a confidence that made people feel safe just watching him.
Whenever he left, people waited nervously by the barricaded doors, whispering prayers that this miraculous man would come back safely.
And every single time, Ross returned—casually pushing a trolley or carrying crates filled with more food than anyone had seen in weeks.
Bags of rice. Canned fruit. Fresh cuts of meat that no one thought still existed in the city.