Evil MC's NTR Harem

"You feel that?" Ross growled against her ear, his voice thick with lust.

"This is how you were meant to be fucked, Cara. This is how a man takes his woman."

She could only whimper in response, her nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her body welcomed him more with every thrust.

Her head tossed back on the pillow, her moans no longer restrained—only raw and honest pleasure spilling from her lips.

Ross kissed her again, hot and possessive, their tongues meeting in a messy, breathless tangle.

She kissed him back with surprising hunger, clinging to him like her entire world had narrowed to just this—just him.

And then she felt it.

A knot tightening in her stomach. A wave building, powerful and unstoppable.

Her body began to tremble violently, her moans turning into desperate cries as the pleasure crested to an unbearable high.

"D!!!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her climax hit her like a lightning bolt.

Her whole body convulsed around Ross, her pussy spasming and squeezing him as wave after wave of ecstasy rocked through her.

It was overwhelming. Her vision blurred, her breath caught, and her back arched so high she nearly left the bed.

Ross groaned low and deep, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a vice, her orgasm coating his cock in pure heat and wetness.

Her body writhed beneath him, completely surrendered, completely his.

It was beyond anything Cara had ever imagined. This wasn't just sex. It wasn't just her first time.

It was something more—something that shattered her from the inside out and rebuilt her with every thrust of Ross's hips.

She had been broken open and filled with something she couldn't name, something that burned and ached and pulsed with the fire of pure pleasure.

Her body collapsed against him, exhausted, trembling, her chest heaving as aftershocks continued to ripple through her.

And still, Ross didn't stop.

He slowed only a little, his thrusts deep and purposeful now, savoring every moment inside her. He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers again, tender despite the fire between them.

"You're mine now, Cara," he whispered, voice rough and low. "No one else will ever have you like this. Ever."

She couldn't speak, couldn't think—all she could do was hold on as he continued to move inside her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

And in that moment, she knew it was true. The two took a breather for a few minutes and then…

Ross kissed her deeply again, savoring the taste of her lips as his hands roamed her trembling body.

Their kiss was long, slow, and breathless—an extension of the raw connection they had just forged.

Cara clung to him, still reeling from the intensity of her first time.

Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath him, her body still humming with lingering sensations.

Eventually, Ross pulled back, his lips brushing against hers as he murmured something low and unintelligible—words lost in the haze of lust and emotion.

Gently, he guided her to turn over, helping her lie on her stomach.

Cara shifted with a soft gasp, her limbs shaky and weak, completely pliant in his hands.

He took a moment to admire the sight before him.

Her soft back arched slightly, her bare skin glowing under the dim light.

Her thighs were parted just enough for him to see the glistening folds of her pussy—swollen, slick, and clearly well-used. It was a beautiful sight.

Ross couldn't help but grin at his handiwork.

His cock had stretched her to the limit, claimed her completely, and now her cunt was visibly shaped by the memory of his length.

It had been her first time, and yet she had taken every inch of him—his thick, long cock had filled her so deeply, so fully, it was almost hard to believe.

And yet, she had borne it, welcomed it, and now lay beneath him marked by the experience.

He leaned down, kissing her lower back, trailing kisses along the curve of her spine.

Cara shivered beneath his touch, moaning faintly as his lips teased her skin.

She could feel the heat of his body pressing close again, his cock still rock hard, nudging between her thighs once more.

Ross positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping her waist firmly, the other guiding his cock back to her slick entrance.

He didn't wait.

With a smooth, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside her once again, burying himself to the hilt in one motion.

Cara gasped sharply.

"Ohhhhhh…!" Her breath caught between a moan and a cry.

Her body jolted forward slightly from the force of his entrance.

She felt him hit her deepest spot, his thick shaft stretching her all over again, filling every inch of her trembling pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming.

It was a strange, wonderful mix of pain and pleasure—an intense, burning stretch followed quickly by a wave of toe-curling delight.

Her body tensed instinctively, then melted as the pain gave way to a rising tide of pleasure.

Her pussy clenched around him, fluttering with each movement, her breath growing faster as the pressure inside her began to build once more.

Ross groaned at the sensation of her tight heat gripping him, then began to move—slow, deliberate strokes that pushed deep, pulled out just enough, then plunged right back in.

His rhythm was steady, relentless, and perfectly timed to the wet sounds of their bodies colliding.

Cara moaned into the sheets, her voice muffled and raw.

Her hands gripped the bed helplessly as her body rocked in sync with his thrusts.

Her mind was foggy with pleasure—her senses consumed entirely by the feeling of being filled, claimed, fucked.

Each deep stroke pushed her closer to that edge again, that dizzying high she had barely recovered from the first time.

Ross leaned over her back, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered,

"You feel so good, Cara. So tight… so perfect."