Novel Full Chapter 1150 Whistle
Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150 Whistle
After about ten minutes—a lifetime and a heartbeat—Ross knew this was more than enough. It was perfect.
This was a first Chapter, not the entire story, and it was a beautiful, honest beginning.
"Sabrina, I’m—" he managed, the warning a rough gasp.
The release, when it came, was a series of intense, pulsing jets.
Pew.
Pew.
Pew.
It was startling in its force, a warm, sudden flood against the back of her throat.
Sabrina’s eyes flew wide for an instant, surprised by the visceral reality of it. But she was not ignorant.
She understood that Ross was coming hard right now and he was coming so much.
Instinct and intention merged.
She sealed her lips tightly around him, applying gentle suction, determined to accept everything he gave.
She swallowed once, twice, the taste musky and uniquely his.
Yet, there was simply too much.
A pearly rivulet escaped the corner of her strained lips, tracing a hot, slick path down her chin.
Another followed, dripping onto her own skin, a tangible proof of the abundance she couldn’t quite contain.
She didn’t pull away.
She remained there, connected, until the last tremor subsided, her softened ministrations coaxing him through the final waves of sensation.
Only then, with a slow, deliberate gentleness, did she release him, sitting back on the bed as she caught her breath.
One hand came up, not to wipe away the evidence, but to briefly touch her glistening chin, her eyes holding his in the quiet, charged aftermath.
A silent, messy, and complete understanding passed between them.
Ross smiled at Sabrina, his eyes dark with intent, giving her one final chance to retreat from the edge they were teetering on.
"Are you sure about this?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Once I start, I won’t stop—no matter what. Even if you scream ’no’ later, even if you beg."
Sabrina’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.
For a fleeting second, the face of her boyfriend flashed before her eyes—his gentle smile, his familiar touch.
Guilt twisted in her gut like a knife, but she shoved it down deep, burying it beneath layers of resolve and raw desire.
He was gone from her life, as good as dead to her now.
There was no turning back, no undoing the choices that had led her here.
This was her escape, her rebellion, her surrender.
She met Ross’s gaze, her breath coming in shallow bursts, and nodded slowly, deliberately.
"Yes," she whispered, though no words were truly needed. The nod was enough.
A predatory grin spread across Ross’s face, his eyes gleaming with pure, unfiltered lust.
"Here I come, then."
He closed the distance between them in an instant, his body looming over hers as she lay back on the bed.
The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming.
He hovered there for a moment, letting the anticipation build, his breath hot against her skin, before he finally claimed her lips.
Their first kiss was electric—fierce and consuming. Sabrina’s lips were soft and sweet, her responses hesitant and virginal, like someone discovering fire for the first time.
Ross, in contrast, was all animal hunger: his mouth devouring hers, tongue plunging deep with eager, relentless strokes.
He kissed her as if he wanted to possess her completely, nipping at her lower lip, sucking gently, then hard, drawing soft whimpers from her throat.
Three breathless, heated exchanges later, urgency took over.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy.
Her dress pulled up and tossed aside, underwear following in a tangled heap on the floor.
Ross paused then, pulling back to drink in the sight of her fully exposed for the first time.
Sabrina’s body was a vision of delicious perfection.
Her breasts were full and heavy, rising and falling with her rapid breaths, topped with delicate pink nipples that were already pebbling in the cool air, begging for attention.
Her skin was flawless, flushed with arousal from her cheeks down to her chest.
Lower still, between her parted thighs, her pussy was smooth and glistening, the lips a soft, inviting pink—freshly shaved that morning, as if she’d subconsciously prepared for this very moment.
Ross let out a low, appreciative growl. "Fuck, you’re beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with need.
He dove back in, capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss while his hands began their exploration.
They were everywhere at once—rough, demanding, claiming every inch of her.
He cupped her ripe breasts firmly, squeezing the soft flesh until it spilled over his fingers, thumbs circling her sensitive nipples before pinching them hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.
Sabrina arched beneath him, a mix of shock and pleasure surging through her.
His handling was rough, almost bruising—kneading her breasts with strong, possessive grips that left faint red marks blooming on her pale skin.
He twisted and tugged at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were swollen and throbbing, aching in the most exquisite way.
Yet there was no real pain for her, only an overwhelming wave of arousal that drowned out everything else.
Her body betrayed her completely: heat pooling between her legs, wetness slicking her thighs, every nerve ending alight with desperate need.
She’d never felt anything like this—never been touched with such raw intensity.
For the first time in her life, she was aching to be taken, to be fucked completely and without mercy.
Ross’s mouth trailed from her lips to her neck, biting and sucking marks into her skin as his hands continued their assault on her breasts.
Sabrina moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer even as her mind spun with the forbidden thrill of it all.
Ross kissed Sabrina with a slow, consuming intensity, his lips sealed over hers for a full three minutes that felt like an eternity of building fire.
His tongue stroked against hers in deep, rhythmic thrusts, tasting her fully, coaxing soft, helpless sounds from the back of her throat.