Evil MC's NTR Harem

And then Ross couldn't hold back anymore.

His body tensed, his muscles flexing as he drove up one final time—and released everything he'd been holding back.

Throb.

Pulse.

Burst.

Pew

Pew

Pew

Hot, thick streams of cum erupted deep inside her.

Rope after rope of his release filled her already sensitive pussy, so much that it spilled out around his cock, dripping down her thighs and pooling onto his abdomen.

"Ahhhhh…!" Cara cried out again, her head thrown back as the sensation of being so completely filled pushed her over the edge a second time.

The sheer heat and force of his release sent her into another uncontrollable orgasm, her body trembling violently as pleasure ripped through her again.

Her pussy milked him greedily, clenching around his cock as if to hold onto every drop.

She shivered in his arms, her voice breaking into soft cries, her nails digging weakly into his shoulders.

Her body was overloaded with sensation, and the orgasm hit her so hard, she nearly passed out from the intensity.

Ross held her close, stroking her hair gently as her body slowly relaxed, twitching now and then from the lingering aftershocks.

He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Good girl…"

She could only whimper in reply, utterly ruined—and completely satisfied.

And of course, that was far from the end.

After just a few minutes of lying in Ross's arms, catching her breath and letting the aftershocks of pleasure fade, Cara felt a familiar stir deep within her core—a warm ache, a hungry flutter, as if her body was already craving more of him.

She didn't have to say anything. Ross saw the way her thighs squeezed together, the way her flushed skin shimmered with sweat, and the soft way her lips parted in a silent plea.

Ross smiled.

His strength hadn't waned, not even a little. In fact, the longer he held her, the more he wanted her again—and again.

He kissed her lips softly, then her throat, then lower—trailing his mouth down her trembling body until she whimpered beneath him.

His touch was fire, but also comfort. Lust.

And once she was slick and ready again, Ross eased himself back into her tight, soaked pussy with one slow, deep thrust.

Cara gasped aloud.

Her whole body arched off the bed as the familiar fullness returned—except now she was even more sensitive.

She could feel everything. Every vein along his thick shaft, every deep stroke, every pulse of heat.

She clung to him like her life depended on it, burying her face in his neck as he began to move once more.

And then the night truly began.

Ross didn't stop at once or twice.

He took his time with her—long hours filled with shifting positions, whispered moans, and bodies moving in perfect harmony.

He turned her over, bent her legs, pulled her into his lap, pinned her hands down, and even lifted her into his arms as he fucked her standing up.

Each time she came, he'd let her fall apart and then hold her close, letting her recover… just enough… before starting again.

Cara had never known pleasure like this. Her cries echoed through the bedroom like a symphony of desire.

"Ahhhh! D!"

"Ohhh my god…"

"Ughhhh… please… don't stop!"

And he didn't.

He made her come until she couldn't even scream anymore—just breathless gasps, whimpers, and broken syllables falling from her lips.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her thighs soaked and glistening, her pussy fluttering around him with every orgasm that overtook her.

Time blurred.

The only rhythm she knew was the steady slap of skin, the wet sounds of their bodies, and the deep, raw grunts Ross made as he drove himself deeper inside her.

He came inside her over and over again, each time filling her completely, making her feel owned—marked—his.

The bed was soaked. Her body was covered in sweat and cum.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, her lips were swollen from his kisses, her breasts dotted with red from where his mouth had played.

And still, her body begged for more.

It was almost crazy in scale.

Every time she thought she couldn't take another second, another orgasm rose and crashed over her like a wave—leaving her crying out, clawing at the sheets, or grabbing Ross tightly as if she might fly apart.

By the time the sky outside began to shift from deep midnight blue to the soft, pale hues of dawn, Cara was completely wrecked.

Her body was limp, collapsed on Ross's chest, her thighs still twitching every time he pulsed inside her.

He was still hard—unrelenting.

And when the first golden rays of the morning sun broke across the bed, illuminating the tangled mess of limbs, sweat, and passion, Ross gave one final thrust.

"Cara…" he groaned against her neck.

He buried himself deep one last time and came—hard.

Hot, thick streams of his seed spilled inside her once again, flooding her womb with his final release. Cara cried out softly, overwhelmed by the heat and the fullness.

Her pussy clenched one last time, milking him, and her vision blurred as another small orgasm bloomed deep within her.

She trembled, then slumped completely, her cheek pressed against his chest.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Their bodies were tangled, sweaty, and completely spent.

Her pussy was sore and leaking, her body covered in bite marks, scratches, and love.

The sheets were a mess.

But nothing in the world felt more perfect than the silence between them now, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the occasional content sigh.

Ross gently stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I think we broke the bed."

Cara giggled weakly, barely able to lift her head. "And maybe my legs."

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

The sunlight warmed their skin as they lay there, basking in the quiet aftermath of a night neither of them would ever forget.

Life for Cara would never be the same after that.