Evil MC's NTR Harem

Amanda felt it flooding her womb, warm and thick, overflowing from her well-used hole and dripping out around the base of his cock.

Their mixed fluids spilled freely now, running down her thighs and soaking into the sheets beneath them.

But Ross wasn't done.

Even as he came, he kept grinding into her slowly, drawing out the pleasure, keeping her stretched and full, his cock still rock-hard inside her.

The friction—so wet, so hot—sent little aftershocks through Amanda's body, tiny involuntary spasms that twitched across her stomach and thighs.

Her chest heaved with each breath, her body completely wrecked, soaked in sweat and sex.

Ross lowered himself onto his elbows, chest pressed against hers, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered, still catching his breath.

"You took it all… every drop."

Amanda's eyes fluttered open briefly, but she could barely respond.

Her lips parted, a small, shaky smile tugging at the corners, even though her body felt like it had melted into the mattress.

Her mind was hazy, lost in the fog of everything that had just happened, her heart thudding slowly in her chest.

And still, they stayed like that—connected, breathing each other in, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath of something deeper than just sex.

The bed was a mess. The sheets were ruined. But neither of them moved.

Time slowed. The world outside didn't matter.

Only the two of them did.

Of course, the two of them didn't stop there. Ross still had more to give—and he gave it all to Amanda and then some.

Their passion burned through the night like an unquenchable flame, growing hotter with every touch, every moan, every shudder of pleasure.

They explored each other's bodies without restraint, moving from one position to the next in a seamless dance of lust and desire.

Amanda felt like she was floating—her senses overwhelmed, her mind blank with pleasure.

Each thrust, each kiss, each whispered word from Ross made her body tremble with need.

She lost count of how many times she came, her cries echoing into the early hours of the morning.

Her skin was slick with sweat, her legs trembling, her voice hoarse from moaning his name again and again. Ross, relentless and powerful, never faltered.

His stamina seemed inhuman, his hunger insatiable.

And Amanda, caught in the storm of it all, welcomed every wave of bliss he brought her, clinging to him as if he were the only thing anchoring her to the world.

By the time the first light of dawn slipped through the curtains, Amanda reached her final climax—a breathtaking, full-body explosion of pleasure that left her gasping for breath.

Her limbs gave out beneath her, her vision blurred, her body twitching in the aftermath of such intense release.

That last orgasm drained what little strength she had left, and her eyes fluttered shut as she finally surrendered to unconsciousness.

Ross, satisfied and spent, gently pulled the covers over her and held her close, allowing her to rest.

Amanda lay peacefully in his arms, her body utterly relaxed, her face soft with contentment.

As sleep claimed her, a small smile lingered on her lips.

For now, she had found complete satisfaction—and in the warmth of Ross's embrace, she drifted into a deep, dream-filled slumber.

***

Morning came softly, sunlight streaming through the curtains and warming the sheets that tangled around Amanda's bare legs.

She stirred awake, slowly realizing she wasn't alone. The bed felt warmer, fuller—and then it hit her. There was a man beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up, blinking sleep from her eyes. But Ross wasn't lying beside her anymore.

For a moment, she felt a strange sense of loss—until the scent of warm food wafted into the room.

Then she saw him.

Ross stood by the doorway, shirtless, carrying a tray piled with food—scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, and even a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Breakfast in bed," he said with that trademark smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Amanda's lips curved into a smile, her cheeks flushed with warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. "You cooked all that?" she asked, half teasing, half amazed.

"Cooked? No. Ordered? Absolutely," he laughed, setting the tray on her lap. "But hey, presentation is everything."

They ate together, their legs brushing under the covers. Amanda laughed more in those few minutes than she had in weeks.

Every bite was delicious, but it was Ross's company that made everything taste better.

Between forkfuls, he slipped in kisses, fed her bits of fruit, and watched her with eyes full of desire.

When they finished, Ross collected the dishes and left briefly to wash them, humming as he walked off—a man completely at ease in her space.

Amanda leaned back, feeling something bloom in her chest. It was too soon to call it love, but it was definitely something.

By the time he returned, her body was already humming with anticipation.

Without a word, Ross slid into the bed beside her, his hands already finding her waist. Amanda leaned into his touch, her lips finding his as if drawn by instinct.

"Mmm… Ross," she whispered between kisses. "You're insatiable…"

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Only when it comes to you."

She was glad she had taken a quick shower earlier. Her skin was fresh, her hair damp, and she felt more than ready.

Their lips met again, hungrier this time, and soon hands wandered, teasing skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Clothes were shed piece by piece, tossed aside carelessly until there was nothing left between them but heat and desire.

The sheets rustled beneath them as Ross pulled Amanda into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist naturally, as if they'd done this a hundred times before.

Her breath hitched as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her pussy entrance.

"Go slow," she whispered, already gasping as she began to lower herself onto him.