Evil MC's NTR Harem

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

His words made her shudder.

She was no longer shy, no longer nervous.

Her body had surrendered to his, and all that remained was sensation—wave after wave of hot, pulsing pleasure building from her cunt, radiating outward until her entire being was trembling beneath him.

And she knew she was going to come again—harder than before.

Cara's intuition had been right—Ross knew exactly what he was doing.

He wasn't just using his cock to pleasure her; he was using his entire body, and every inch of her responded to his touch like a finely tuned instrument.

As he continued to thrust into her from behind—his thick shaft stretching her deep, filling her completely—he let one hand glide up her torso, sliding over the curve of her waist until it found her breast.

He cupped it possessively, kneading the soft mound before his fingers found her nipple and began to play.

He pinched it between his fingers, tugged lightly, then rolled it expertly, sending a spark of white-hot pleasure racing through her chest and down to her core.

Cara moaned into the mattress, her body jerking involuntarily from the sensation.

Ross smirked at her reaction, then brought his other hand around to claim her second breast, giving it the same attention.

He squeezed gently, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin, then gradually added pressure, syncing his movements to the rhythm of his thrusts.

The way his hands moved—controlling, confident, loving and lustful all at once—made her feel completely devoured.

"Ahhh… D…" she whimpered, barely able to form his name.

But words were useless now. All she could do was moan.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhhh…"

Each sound that escaped her lips was a testament to the overwhelming pleasure she was drowning in.

Ross was everywhere—in her, on her, around her. His cock pulsed deep inside her, brushing against her cervix, stirring something primal in her that she never knew existed.

His hips slapped firmly against her ass with every thrust, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the room like a song of lust.

And those hands—God, those hands.

They played with her breasts like a master craftsman, tweaking, stroking, kneading until she was gasping and trembling under him.

Her nipples were painfully hard now, swollen and sensitive from his teasing.

The dual assault of pleasure—his cock slamming into her from behind and his hands toying with her front—made her feel like she was going to lose her mind.

Cara buried her face in the pillow, her moans growing louder, needier.

Her body was burning up, her skin slick with sweat, her thighs shaking from the intensity of sensation.

Her pussy clenched greedily around Ross's cock, sucking him in deeper each time, begging for more.

And Ross gave it to her—relentlessly.

"You feel incredible," he murmured between gritted teeth, his voice husky with desire.

"So tight… so wet… I could fuck you forever."

His words sent a shiver through her, and she felt her orgasm beginning to build again—this time deeper, more powerful, more explosive.

Her stomach tightened, her breath came in short gasps, and her vision began to blur.

The pleasure was almost too much.

She wasn't just being fucked. She was being taken. Ravished. Consumed.

And she loved every second of it.

Her entire body was a live wire, sparking and twitching as the wave of ecstasy approached like a tidal surge.

Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her breasts harder into Ross's hands, her hips bucking helplessly against his thrusts.

Her moans became desperate cries as the tension inside her built to a breaking point.

And then—

She shattered.

Her orgasm tore through her like lightning, wracking her entire body in wave after wave of raw, explosive pleasure.

Her cunt clamped down tightly around Ross's cock, milking him, pulsing uncontrollably as she screamed out his name.

"D!!!"

Ross groaned loudly behind her, feeling her walls flutter and grip him as she came.

The sensation pushed him dangerously close to his own edge.

But he wasn't done with her yet.

Ross held himself steady as Cara's climax hit its peak.

He groaned in pleasure as her pussy clamped down tightly around his thick cock, spasming with raw intensity.

Her juices gushed out, coating his entire length in slick warmth.

Then, without warning, she squirted—her body convulsing as a hot stream of liquid sprayed from her trembling cunt, splashing onto his thighs and soaking the bed beneath them.

It was a beautiful mess.

Ross watched her with a heated gaze as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, her body twitching and her breath ragged.

Her skin glistened with sweat, her thighs quivering from overstimulation.

She looked completely spent—eyes half-lidded, mouth open, struggling to catch her breath.

But he wasn't finished with her yet.

With a low growl of desire, Ross pulled her gently upward into his arms.

She whimpered softly, weak and sensitive, but didn't resist.

He laid back against the pillows and positioned her atop his cock, guiding her down until he was buried inside her once more.

Cara let out a breathy gasp as she sank down onto him, her pussy still twitching from her recent orgasm.

She was too weak to move—her legs felt like jelly, and her body was still reeling from the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

So Ross took over.

With one strong arm around her waist, he began to thrust from beneath, lifting his hips and driving his cock deep into her with slow, powerful strokes.

His other hand caressed her back, holding her close as his lips found one of her breasts again.

He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hungrily while his tongue teased the sensitive peak, making her moan all over again.

Cara clung to him weakly, her body completely at his mercy.

She could do nothing but whimper and take it, overwhelmed by the stimulation, the rhythm, the heat of his mouth, and the unrelenting stretch of his cock moving inside her.