Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Oh my god! I'm coming again! Ross!" Jasmine shouted, her voice echoing over the pulsating bass of the music as she reached her peak for the third time that night.

They were still on the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of bodies swaying to the rhythm, but their position had shifted. Ross stood tall and confident, a vision of strength and allure, as he skillfully maneuvered Jasmine's body over him with just one hand.

The men around them watched in awe, their eyes widening at the sheer display of power. Ross's thin arm seemed to defy all expectations, effortlessly holding her in place and on the air for over thirty minutes while he maintained a casual, almost god-like demeanor.

His other hand was busily exploring Sophia's depths, igniting waves of pleasure that made her gasp and moan softly, lost in her own world.

"Hmmmm… it's time to go. Let's continue this somewhere else," Ross noted, his voice low and inviting. He loved the thrill of their public display, but the reality of the dance floor was becoming limiting.

As much as he enjoyed the attention, he knew that a true connection required more privacy. The thought of making love to both women simultaneously thrilled him, but he wanted it to be special, not a rushed encounter in the middle of a crowded club.

He didn't want to take them and fuck them on the floor; it would be foolish when he had a perfectly good mansion just a short drive away.

The city was alive outside, its lights twinkling like stars against the night sky, and he longed to take them to a space where they could truly explore one another without the prying eyes of strangers.

After giving Jasmine a few moments to descend from her orgasmic high, he finally set her down. She wobbled slightly and almost lost her balance, but a strange, newfound strength surged through her, steadying her on her feet.

Little did she know that Ross had already gifted her with profound power, just as he had done with Sophia. Tonight, however, the means of transfer had been different—more potent and direct, achieved through their intense physical connection.

A gift by fucking!

Jasmine looked up at Ross, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration and a hint of confusion. "What just happened?" she asked breathlessly, trying to gather her thoughts as the club lights flickered around them.

Ross smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Let's just say I wanted to give you both a little something extra," he replied, his voice smooth and teasing. "But we can discuss it in more detail later. For now, let's get out of here."

With that, he took Jasmine's hand, leading her through the throng of people. Sophia followed closely behind, her heart racing with excitement and curiosity.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy, but all three felt an electric connection that pulled them together. The anticipation of what was to come filled the air as they stepped outside into the cool night, the sounds of the club fading behind them.

All eyes were on them, yet no one stopped or hindered their exit. Both girls bowed their heads in embarrassment, though it hardly mattered given the reality-bending abilities of their overpowered main character. No one would remember this night but them and one other. The cuck James.

As they approached his sleek car parked at the curb, Ross glanced at both women, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready for an adventure?" he asked, and they nodded, eager to see where the night would take them.

"Who wants to take a different kind of ride home?" Ross said, a playful grin spreading across his face as he faced a delightful dilemma.

His sleek sports car, a symbol of luxury and speed, could only accommodate two passengers, leaving him with the exhilarating challenge of choosing who would join him for the journey.

Jasmine still seemed dazed, her mind swirling from the intensity of their earlier encounter. Her body tingled with a mix of sensations; her pussy felt both sore and sensitive, a lingering reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced.

She couldn't quite wrap her mind around the fact that she had come three times in quick succession, her cries echoing in the crowded club without a shred of hesitation.

The experience felt surreal, almost dreamlike, and she was left grappling with the strangeness of it all. It was exhilarating yet bewildering, as if she had stepped into a new reality where her boundaries had been pushed beyond comprehension.

As Ross surveyed the two women, he noticed Sophia biting her lip, a clear indication of her inner turmoil. She wanted to be the one to take that different ride, and it was evident she had a good idea of what that might entail.

The prospect excited her, sending butterflies fluttering through her stomach. She had always been drawn to the thrill of adventure, and this was no exception.

When Ross finally made his decision, a spark of joy lit up Sophia's face, illuminating her features in the dim light of the parking lot. "Sophia it is then," he declared, his voice dripping with mischief and promise.

Sophia took a step closer, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Really? Me?" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"Absolutely," Ross replied, his tone confident. "I think you're the perfect choice for this ride. You'll enjoy it."

Jasmine watched the exchange, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her. While a twinge of envy tugged at her, she couldn't help but admire Sophia's joy.

The bond they shared felt complicated yet beautiful, each woman navigating her own desires while tangled in this shared experience.

"Just wait until you see what I have in mind," Ross teased, shooting a wink at Sophia. He opened the passenger door, and as she slid into the seat, she felt a thrill course through her.

The leather felt cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering from their earlier escapades.

As he settled into the driver's seat, Ross glanced at Sophia on the side.

"Come here, my dear Sophia," Ross beckoned, his voice low and inviting. "Your body has been yearning for something bigger than a finger for almost an hour now."

He unzipped his pants, revealing the familiar sight of his impressive length, the sight of which sent a rush of excitement through Sophia. The anticipation had been building, and she felt a heat rise within her as her eyes widened at the sight before her.

"Don't be shy," he continued, his tone teasing yet commanding. "I know how much you've been wanting this."

Sophia stepped closer, drawn by an irresistible magnetism. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a potent mix of desire and longing hanging in the air. She could feel her heart racing, each beat echoing the yearning that had been simmering beneath the surface since their earlier encounter.

Ross's gaze locked onto hers, filled with a smoldering intensity that made her feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. She knew what he was offering, and her body responded instinctively, tingling with anticipation.

The thought of him filling her completely sent shivers down her spine, igniting a hunger within her that she could no longer ignore.

With a single nod of understanding, Sophia felt a rush of excitement coursing through her. She deftly unfastened her jeans, letting them slide down her thighs in one smooth motion, before peeling off her thong with the same urgency. The fabric fell away, leaving her bare and vulnerable, yet filled with a thrilling sense of anticipation.

She carefully positioned herself over Ross, her heart racing as she caught sight of his impressive length, ready and waiting for her. The air between them crackled with electric tension, and she felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her body.

As she settled into place, her breath quickened, and she could hardly contain the eagerness swelling within her. This was what she had been yearning for, and the moment felt both surreal and exhilarating. With a playful smile, she locked eyes with Ross, ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited them both.