Novel Full Chapter 1149 Garden
Chapter 1149: Chapter 1149 Garden
Minutes slipped by—three, four, five—in a haze of wet sounds and Sabrina’s soft, wondering exhales.
Emboldened by his continued "sleep," she leaned closer.
Her breath ghosted over the sensitive head first, warm and teasing, making it twitch visibly in her grasp.
Then, hesitantly, she darted her tongue out for a taste.
The first lick was feather-light: just the cute pink tip of her tongue flicking across the slit, gathering that salty pearl of precum.
The flavor burst across her senses—musky, intoxicating, purely him—and a quiet moan vibrated in her throat.
Encouraged, she grew braver.
She swirled her tongue around the broad, plum-shaped crown like it was the sweetest lollipop imaginable, tracing the pronounced ridge, lapping again and again at the fresh drops that welled up almost immediately.
Her lips, naturally full and soft, brushed against him with every pass, leaving them glossy and swollen.
Ross had to fight not to groan aloud.
The sight of her pretty mouth working him so earnestly, that delicate pink tongue peeking out between rosy lips, was pushing him dangerously close to the edge of control.
His cock throbbed harder in her hands, growing even thicker if that were possible, and he felt her pause for a second in surprise before resuming with renewed fascination.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of delicious torment, Sabrina opened wider.
She pressed forward, lips stretching obscenely around the massive head.
She took it slow—cheeks hollowing, jaw aching already—but even with all her determination, it was simply too big.
The flared crown pushed against the soft inside of her lips, forcing them into a perfect, strained O, but refused to slip past into the wet heat of her mouth.
Saliva gathered quickly, spilling in thin strands as she tried again and again, little frustrated whines escaping around the tip.
She pulled back with a wet pop, panting, lips shiny and red, eyes glassy with arousal and a touch of defeat.
A thin thread of saliva still connected her lower lip to his glistening cockhead for a moment before breaking.
That was when she looked up.
Ross’s eyes were open—dark, heavy-lidded, burning with raw hunger as they locked onto hers.
A slow, wicked smile curved his mouth, dimples flashing in the firelight.
"Having trouble, Sabrina?" he asked, voice low and rough from sleep and barely restrained desire.
Sabrina’s heart stuttered, a fresh wave of heat flooding her face and chest.
Embarrassment warred with relief and something far more electric. He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t pushing her away.
If anything, the way he was looking at her—like he wanted to devour her—made her thighs press together instinctively.
"I... I didn’t mean to wake you," she whispered, though her hands never left him, fingers still loosely circling the base as if afraid to let go.
Ross chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
He sat up slowly, muscles shifting under scarred, fire-kissed skin, and reached out to cup her flushed cheek.
His thumb traced her swollen lower lip, gathering a stray bit of moisture, then slipped just barely into her mouth.
She sucked it instinctively, tongue swirling, and his eyes darkened further.
"Oh, you definitely meant to wake me," he murmured, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet. "And I’m very glad you did."
He leaned in, forehead almost touching hers, breath mingling.
"Been dreaming about that pretty mouth for longer than I care to admit. But if it’s too much..." He trailed off, letting the unspoken offer hang between them.
Sabrina shook her head quickly, emboldened by the raw need in his gaze. "I want to," she breathed. "I just... you’re so big. I don’t know if I can..."
Ross’s smile turned gentler, though the heat never left his eyes.
He guided her hand back into motion—slow, steady strokes—while his other hand threaded into her hair, not pushing, just anchoring.
"Then we’ll take it slow," he promised. "One inch at a time. Breathe through your nose, relax your throat... and if it’s too much, you stop. No rush."
He leaned back slightly, giving her control again, but his gaze never wavered—encouraging, patient, and utterly ravenous.
"We’ve got all day, Sabrina. And tomorrow might not come... so let’s make tonight count."
Sabrina’s pulse thundered in her ears as she nodded, leaning forward once more.
This time, with his low, encouraging murmurs guiding her.
"That’s it... just like that... good girl"—she felt a new surge of determination.
She would take as much of him as she could.
And from the way Ross’s head tipped back, breath hitching as her lips stretched around him again, she knew he was already hers.
Sabrina let out a muffled, strained hum.
"Hmmmmppp..." The sound vibrated around Ross, a tangible sign of her effort.
She pushed against her own limits, her jaw aching with the unfamiliar stretch, the sensation a dizzying mixture of overwhelming pressure and intimate warmth.
It felt, quite literally, as if the very seams of her mouth might give way.
Yet, threading through the physical challenge was a profound sense of trust. Ross’s hands, which rested lightly on her shoulders, were not pushing, not demanding.
They were simply present, a steadying anchor.
His patience, his clear refusal to force her beyond what she could willingly give, made her want to try all the more.
This was for him, but it was also for her—a conscious offering.
She focused on the rhythm of his breathing, on the subtle shift of muscles beneath his skin, letting those cues guide her.
She poured every ounce of her concentration into the act, a clumsy but earnest devotion.
Her tongue moved cautiously, exploring the salt and heat of him, while her hands, kneading softly at his thighs, communicated what her mouth could not yet perfectly manage.
Ross, watching her with heavy-lidded intensity, felt a surge of something tender mixed with the raw coil of pleasure tightening in his gut.
Her determination was more potent than any practiced skill.
The sight of her, so fiercely committed, her brow furrowed in effort, was his undoing.