NOVGO.NET Chapter 1198 Atom
Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198 Atom
The thermal suit lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thin black panties already drenched through.
She didn’t waste time stripping them off. There was no patience left for that.
Her hands shook as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Ross’s loose sleep pants and yanked them down his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy even soft, nestled against his thigh like a sleeping beast.
Bella wrapped her fingers around it without hesitation. The skin was warm, velvet over steel.
She stroked once, twice—long, firm pulls from root to crown, coaxing blood into the shaft with practiced desperation.
It responded instantly, swelling and lengthening in her grip until it stood fully erect: fifteen impossible inches, veined and thick, the blunt head flushed dark and already glistening at the tip.
A ragged gasp sliced through the quiet room.
Sebastian.
He’d pushed himself half-upright, propped on one elbow, eyes wide and fixed on the obscene sight of his wife’s small hand wrapped around another man’s cock.
His lips parted, but no sound came out—only a sharp, shaky exhale that betrayed the storm inside him.
Shock. Fury.
And beneath it all, a helpless, unwilling heat that made his own pants feel suddenly too tight.
Ross still hadn’t stirred. Or pretended not to.
His chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths, soft snores rumbling low in his throat as if the frantic woman straddling him didn’t exist.
His hips stayed lax, giving her full control.
Bella didn’t care if it was an act. She needed.
She rose higher on her knees, thighs trembling, and guided the broad head between her legs.
The soaked fabric of her panties clung to her folds; she simply tugged it aside with two impatient fingers, baring her dripping entrance.
No foreplay, no gentleness—she was already slick and open from hours of aching need.
One steadying breath, and she sank down.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming.
A low, guttural moan tore from her throat as the fat crown breached her, forcing her walls to yield around impossible girth.
Inch by agonizing inch she took him, gravity and desperation pulling her lower until half his length was buried inside her.
Her nails dug into Ross’s chest through his shirt, anchoring her as sparks exploded behind her eyes.
Sebastian’s breathing turned harsh and audible, each exhale a knife in the silence.
He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t move.
Could only watch as Bella began to ride the man who had already claimed so much of her, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles at first—testing, savoring—then faster, harder, chasing the friction that would finally break the fever’s hold.
Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks, equal parts relief and shame.
Her body clenched greedily around the invading cock, drawing him deeper with every downward thrust until her ass rested against his thighs and all fifteen inches were seated inside her, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Ross’s snores hitched—just once. A faint twitch of his hips upward, instinctive, buried to the hilt.
His eyelids stayed closed, but the corner of his mouth curved in the barest hint of a smirk.
Bella didn’t notice.
She was already lost, head thrown back, moans spilling freely as she lifted and slammed down again, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room.
Faster. Harder. Chasing oblivion.
Sebastian’s fists clenched in the sheets beside him, knuckles white. He couldn’t touch her.
Couldn’t join her.
Could only sit in the shadows and watch his wife fuck herself senseless on another man’s cock, her broken cries filling the air like a prayer and a curse all at once.
The fever burned brighter than ever—but for the first time in a week, release felt close enough to taste.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhh..."
Bella’s moans filled the small room, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the cave walls like a siren’s call.
Her body moved with frantic, primal rhythm—hips slamming down again and again, thighs flexing as she rode Ross with abandon.
Sweat glistened on her skin, dripping down the curve of her back, between her breasts, as she chased the last trembling waves of her orgasm and straight into another building peak.
The soaked strip of her panties, still shoved aside, rubbed mercilessly against her swollen clit with every bounce, sending sparks up her spine.
She was lost in it—head thrown back, dark hair wild and tangled, lips parted as moan after moan spilled out.
The fever still burned, but now it burned with pleasure instead of agony.
Ross’s cock throbbed inside her, thick and unyielding, meeting every desperate downward thrust with an upward roll of his own hips.
He’d held still as long as he could, letting her use him, but the wet heat clenching around him, the slap of her ass against his thighs, the broken sounds she made—it was too much even for his iron control.
His eyes fluttered open slowly, deliberately.
He blinked once, twice, as if emerging from deep sleep, and let out a low, theatrical groan.
"What’s this?" he murmured, voice husky and rough with genuine arousal, though the faint smirk tugging at his mouth gave away the act.
His gaze slid lazily over Bella’s flushed, bouncing body before shifting to Sebastian in the shadows.
Sebastian sat rigid on the edge of the bed, face pale, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.
His eyes—usually soft when they looked at Bella—were dark with a storm of hurt, betrayal, and helpless fury.
He shook his head slowly, once, as if to ward off whatever smug remark Ross was about to make.
"Don’t," Sebastian said, voice low and ragged. "Don’t even say a word."
Ross’s smirk widened just a fraction.
He lifted one hand from Bella’s hip—where his fingers had left faint red marks—and held it up in mock surrender.
"Fine," he drawled, the word dripping with lazy amusement.
"But I’m just a man, after all. You can’t blame me for reacting like one when a gorgeous woman’s riding my cock like the world’s ending. Oh... I forgot... the world already ended more than a year ago."