Grace bit her lip, trying to suppress the helpless little sounds that threatened to spill from her throat.
Her body was betraying her—her hips twitching ever so slightly, as if seeking more, as if welcoming him despite her guilt.
Ross smirked. He could feel it.
She was so tight.
Even just the slight pressure of his cock at her entrance made it clear that she would have to stretch—a lot—before she could take him fully.
And God, the thought of her tight little pussy struggling to accommodate him sent another sharp pulse of desire straight to his cock.
But he had patience.
For now, he was content to tease.
He reached down, gripping the base of his length, and began tracing slow, lazy circles around her entrance with the tip.
Grace gasped, her back arching slightly as the teasing continued.
The sensation was unbearable.
Every time he moved, her clit throbbed, her core clenched, and another wave of arousal trickled out, betraying just how much her body wanted this.
