Evil MC's NTR Harem

Amanda's hands twisted in the sheets as his breath ghosted over her slick folds.

Then, with a single stroke of his tongue, he sent her into a frenzy.

Amanda cried out, hips jerking. Ross licked her slowly, teasing at first, then pressing deeper, more rhythmic, more consuming.

His hands held her hips steady as his mouth worked her over—exploring her taste, drinking in her pleasure.

Her moans filled the room, her thighs clamped around his head, and when his tongue flicked her clit just right, she felt herself tipping over the edge.

"Ross—I'm gonna—oh, fuck!" she gasped.

She came hard, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy, her fingers digging into the sheets, into him, wherever she could reach.

Ross didn't stop until she was trembling beneath him, spent and breathless.

Only then did he rise, crawl back over her, and look down with a wicked grin.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispered.

Amanda laughed breathlessly, her heart pounding. "Good," she whispered. "I don't want you to stop."

And Ross, of course, did not stop. He positioned himself between Amanda's legs, cradling his massive cock towards her dripping pink pussy.

Amanda's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his enormous member, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Oh… my… g…" Amanda gulped, her voice barely a whisper.

This was the first cock she had ever seen, and she could not believe how a 15-inch, fat, long monster could possibly fit inside her tight pussy.

The sheer size of it was intimidating, and she braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.

Despite her terror, she felt a spark of excitement, especially when the head of Ross's cock landed gently on top of her pink, virgin pussy.

A fleeting thought of her boyfriend overseas crossed her mind, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of lust that consumed her rational thoughts.

"Ahhhhh…" Amanda moaned in pain as Ross pushed forward, piercing her depths with a single, powerful thrust.

The pain was immense, a sharp, burning sensation that made her eyes water and her body tense.

She felt herself stretching to accommodate his massive size, the discomfort almost overwhelming.

Ross paused for a moment, allowing Amanda to adjust to the invasion, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Ross tried to ease the pain by leaning down and kissing Amanda gently, his lips brushing over hers with unexpected tenderness.

She responded as best she could, her trembling hands gripping his shoulders, her lips parting to meet his in a desperate attempt to find comfort in the storm of sensations overwhelming her.

Their breaths mingled, and for a moment, the world outside that small space faded away.

But then Ross moved again.

With a deep, steady breath, he pulled his hips back slightly—just enough to build momentum—before thrusting forward with firm intent, burying the rest of his thick length inside her in one powerful motion.

Amanda's eyes widened as a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips, the fullness and pressure too much, too fast.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't push him away.

It was already too late.

She had been fully taken—claimed in body, and perhaps in spirit—and though the pain was raw and real, there was a strange sense of finality in the act, like a door had closed behind her.

All she could do now was hold on, her body instinctively tightening around Ross's fat cock, trying to adjust, to cope, to keep him close in the only way she could.

Her inner walls clenched around him with desperate force, drawing him deeper still, as if her body itself refused to let go.

Ross paused for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, his breath hot and uneven.

Amanda lay beneath him, heart pounding, her legs trembling as they wrapped around his waist, not in passion yet—but in surrender.

She had crossed the threshold, and now there was no turning back.

"You're doing great, Amanda," Ross murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax and let your body adjust. I'll go slow."

Amanda took a deep, shaky breath, trying to relax her muscles as Ross began to move again, his hips rocking gently as he pushed deeper into her.

The pain was still there, a constant, throbbing ache, but it was mixed with a growing sense of pleasure, a sensation that was new and exhilarating.

"That's it, Amanda," Ross encouraged, his voice husky with desire. "You're taking it so well. Just relax and feel me inside you."

Amanda's moans turned from ones of pure pain to a mix of pleasure and discomfort as her body began to respond to Ross's touch.

She could feel the stretch, the fill, the sheer size of him inside her, and it was a sensation unlike any other. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the slapping of their bodies, and the scent of sex and sweat.

Ross, sensing her growing arousal, increased his pace slightly, his hips moving with a newfound urgency.

He could feel her body responding to his, her hips moving in sync with his as they found a rhythm together.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that left them both breathless and desperate for more.

"Fuck, Amanda," Ross grunted, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect for me."

Amanda, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, could only moan in response, her body moving in sync with his as they rode the waves of their shared pleasure.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of emotions that left her gasping for breath.

She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy growing with each thrust of Ross's cock.

The thought of coming, of experiencing the ultimate ecstasy, was almost too much to bear.

As Ross continued to move inside her, he could feel his own pleasure building, the pressure in his cock growing with each thrust.

Fucking a virgin was really one of the best gifts in this world!