Novel Full Chapter 995 Ancient
Chapter 995: Chapter 995 Ancient
Every thrust made Jennifer gasp and whimper, the rhythm of their bodies syncing in a frenzy of lust.
Her nails dug into the tree, leaving faint scratches in the rough bark, while her hips moved instinctively to meet him, pushing him deeper.
Ross groaned with each motion, his hands gripping her waist, controlling yet hungry, marking a rhythm that was all his own.
Jennifer’s mind began to blur, caught between waves of ecstasy and exhaustion.
The air around them was thick with heat and the scent of their bodies pressed together.
She felt herself trembling under him, completely consumed by the intensity of their union, yet craving every moment, every movement, every hard thrust.
Ross leaned close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, commanding growl.
"You like that, don’t you?"
Jennifer could only nod, breathless, lost in the fire he ignited inside her. Her body ached for more, and he gave it willingly, driving her to the edge again and again, each time with the same merciless intensity.
The night stretched on, endless and consuming, leaving nothing but desire, heat, and the relentless rhythm of their passion.
"Yes!" Jennifer moaned, her body arching as Ross moved his attention to her breasts.
He didn’t even bother to remove her blouse—he was content to slip his hands inside, his fingers exploring her heated flesh with a possessive hunger.
The touch was electrifying, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her shiver uncontrollably.
The new sensation was overwhelming. Jennifer’s body reacted before her mind could catch up, her hips bucking instinctively as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Ross, sensing her reaction, pinched her pink nipples hard, and the sharp, delicious sting sent her spiraling even further.
Her climax hit with a force she hadn’t expected—stronger, wilder, more consuming than any before.
"Rosssss! I’m coming again! Fuck me more!" she screamed, her voice raw, urgent, trembling with need.
Her pussy clenched around him, drenching him with her release, and her body quivered in the aftershocks.
Ross didn’t hesitate. He thrust into her with renewed intensity, pounding deep and hard, each movement synchronized with the rhythm of her spasms.
The heat between them was almost unbearable—the friction, the slickness, the intoxicating scent of their mingled desire.
His cock filled her completely, and the pressure of him inside her only amplified her already heightened sensations.
Jennifer’s mind was a haze of pleasure.
Every pinch, every twist, every hard thrust made her forget everything except the raw, burning sensation that consumed her.
Her hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.
Her body writhed, twisting against him, every motion driving them both closer to the edge.
Ross groaned, his own pleasure building to a peak he had been holding back.
He slammed into her over and over, and with a final, deep thrust, they came together in a chaotic, lewd explosion of sensation.
Their climaxes collided, mixing in a hot, messy rhythm, their bodies trembling from the intensity.
Jennifer’s knees buckled slightly, but Ross held her steady, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her pressed against him as their hearts pounded and their breathing came in ragged gasps.
Even after the initial rush of ecstasy faded, their bodies didn’t part.
Jennifer’s fingers traced along his chest, her body still tingling with aftershocks, while Ross’s lips brushed her shoulder, murmuring low, possessive groans.
The night stretched on around them, heavy with heat and the lingering scent of sex, a vivid reminder that neither of them had reached their limits yet.
Ross pulled Jennifer onto the bench, intending to continue their intimate moment, but before he could even catch his breath, a cold, mocking laugh shattered the privacy of the alley.
"Hehehe. Looks like someone’s having fun tonight, boy. How about we join in?" the voice sneered.
Ross’s eyes darted up, and his heart sank—more than a dozen men were making their way toward them, their movements confident and predatory.
A few junkies lingered behind the group, and Ross instantly pieced it together: the junkies had spotted them earlier and now had tipped the gang, bringing this pack of men to claim whatever they thought they could.
Jennifer’s face drained of color.
"W-we have money... please... just let us go," she stammered, voice trembling as she instinctively tried to curl into herself.
Her eyes darted around, desperate for an escape, but the men’s attention wasn’t on money—it was on her.
Their gazes roamed hungrily, particularly focused on her exposed body, and each of them smirked with cruel delight.
The gang leader stepped forward, his boots clicking ominously against the pavement.
He was taller than the others, broad-shouldered, with a cruel glint in his eyes.
"What do you think of us? Beggars?" he mocked, his laughter booming and echoing down the alley.
"Don’t worry about the money. That can come later. First, we get a little... entertainment." His stare burned into Jennifer, lingering over every curve of her body with a possessive, lustful hunger.
Jennifer shrank back against Ross, her body trembling. Fear pooled in her stomach like ice. "Please... don’t..." she whispered, barely audible, the terror in her eyes begging him to protect her.
Ross’s jaw tightened in an evil smile.
His hands clenched into fists.
He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, like the calm before a storm.
He knew that this would happen tonight and so he was going to enjoy this night of pleasure and violence to the extreme.
The gang leader’s grin widened as he circled them slowly, eyes never leaving Jennifer.
"Look at her," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Doesn’t she look perfect? Such a shame she’s with you, boy. I think we’ll have to take turns." The other men chuckled, the sound low and menacing, and they began closing the distance, their intentions clear.
Jennifer buried her face against Ross’s chest, shaking violently. She could not believe that this was how their night would end.