The music thundered around them, but in that moment, all Ella could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat and the rush of blood in her ears.
He rubbed the head against her folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in her wetness as if savoring the moment before crossing the line completely.
She knew what was about to happen.
He was going to fuck her right there—in the middle of the club, surrounded by strangers—and she was powerless to stop him… not that she wanted to.
Ross leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered,
"Let them dance… while I fuck you right here."
"Ross…" was all Ella could breathe out, her voice soft yet desperate.
Her body trembled as she felt the swollen head of his cock brushing against her entrance, the slow, deliberate strokes both maddening and intoxicating.
He didn't push in—not yet—just kept rubbing himself over her slick folds, letting the heat build until it was almost unbearable.
