Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross didn't stop for long.

After giving Lily only a few brief seconds to catch her breath and adjust, he was already moving again—driving deep and fast, a relentless rhythm that sent waves of pleasure and fire crashing through them both.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Each thrust was firm and commanding, his body powerful and sure.

As he pulled out sharply, he wasted no time before slamming back in, his hips pistoning with fierce intensity.

His hands roamed over Lily's trembling form, then his lips found hers again for a heated kiss before trailing down to suck on her soft, pink nipples.

The sudden contrast between his rough pounding and the gentle sucking drove shivers through her.

At first, Lily's responses were raw and aching—grunts and sharp breaths escaping her lips as she grappled with the mix of pain and pleasure.

Her muscles clenched tightly, overwhelmed by the intensity.

But slowly, the sharp edge of pain began to soften, melting away into a delicious warmth that spread through her body like wildfire.

After several minutes, the tone of her voice began to change, shifting from cries of discomfort to moans of mounting ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhh…" she gasped, breathless and trembling.

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned, eyes fluttering open as waves of bliss rolled over her.

"Ughhhhh…" she whimpered, her body arching instinctively as pleasure blossomed from deep inside.

Lily looked at Ross in astonishment, her heart pounding wildly.

She had never known anything could feel so overwhelmingly good.

The sensation flooded her senses, awakening something primal and urgent she hadn't expected.

Already, a slow, sweet addiction took root—a hunger for this intoxicating connection.

"Fuck me, D! Fuck me harder! Yes!" she cried out, her voice raw and urgent, the words bursting from her lips like a prayer.

Ross's grip tightened on her hips, responding with even greater fervor.

Every thrust was deeper, more commanding, driving them both closer to the edge of release.

The room seemed to spin with heat and breath and pounding hearts, their bodies moving together in a fierce, unyielding rhythm.

Lily's cries grew louder, more desperate, the tension building to a crescendo.

She could feel the familiar swell rising inside her again, the inevitable rush that threatened to consume her entirely.

A few breaths later, it took only moments for Lily to explode a second time—this time, the difference was profound.

"D!!!!!!!!" Lily cried out loud.

Having Ross's cock filling her, rather than just his tongue, sent the waves of pleasure soaring far beyond anything she had felt before.

It was as if the intensity had multiplied tenfold, overwhelming every nerve ending with a rush so powerful it left her breathless.

Her pussy walls clenched tightly around him, quivering and pulsing with each orgasmic wave.

Warmth and wetness spilled over, dripping down Ross's thick, heavy shaft and trailing onto the bedsheets below, glistening in the dim light.

"So good…" Lily whispered, her voice a soft, trembling sigh barely audible over the sounds of their bodies moving together.

Ross's relentless rhythm continued, steady and sure, pushing her deeper into that intoxicating haze.

Her body seemed to take on a life of its own—her cunt contracting and spasming uncontrollably, riding wave after wave of pleasure that left her dizzy and weak.

She came again and again, each release more intense than the last, until her legs trembled and her breath came in ragged gasps.

The world around her blurred, her senses flooded with warmth and heat.

The pain she had felt earlier was long gone, replaced by a deep, aching satisfaction that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.

Finally, utterly spent and drenched in the afterglow, Lily's eyelids fluttered closed.

The exhaustion of the moment, mingled with the warmth of Ross's body pressed against hers, pulled her gently into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Wrapped in his arms, she drifted away, her heart still racing, her body still humming with the echoes of their shared passion.

***

An hour later, Lily was abruptly awakened by the unmistakable sensation of someone's warm tongue flicking and exploring her most sensitive places once again.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light, and there was Ross—his face nestled between her thighs, his breath soft and steady as he ate her out with practiced skill.

A flood of memories came rushing back—how he had taken her virginity with such care, making her come again and again, overwhelming her senses until she nearly shut down from sheer bliss.

Now, it seemed, she was about to embark on round two.

"The night is young, Lily. Time to wake up," Ross murmured, his voice low and soothing as he gently pulled her down on top of him, molding her body against his.

His tongue didn't pause, licking and teasing her folds with relentless devotion, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her.

As she looked down, her gaze landed on the sight that always took her breath away—Ross's massive cock, hard and throbbing beneath her.

It was enormous—at least fifteen inches long, thick and veined like ancient roots twisted beneath the surface. The sight made her gasp softly.

"It's so big!" she whispered, awestruck by the sheer size and the way it pulsed with need.

No wonder she had come so many times before, she thought, her mind swirling with awe and desire.

His cock was truly extraordinary.

Slowly, Lily reached down, wrapping her hands around the thick shaft, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her fingertips.

She moved it up and down gently, savoring the sensation.

Determined to please him, she tried to take it into her mouth, but it was far too large to fit comfortably.

The feeling was overwhelming—as if her mouth might stretch beyond its limits.

Chuckling softly at the thought, she abandoned the idea of full submission and instead began to lick it like a lollipop, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns over the length.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of her tongue flicking against skin filled the room, mixing with the soft moans and sighs that passed between them.

The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a warm blanket, drawing them closer.

Ross's hands found her hips, steadying her as his eyes locked onto hers, a fierce hunger burning in their depths.

The connection between them was electric, charged with desire and trust.

Lily felt her body responding, heat pooling low and deep as her anticipation grew.