Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ella was soaked. Every part of her responded to him, even if her mind was still trying to catch up.

Ross pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, and what he said next made her cunt clench tight in anticipation.

"My big, fat cock is going to ruin you in the best way. I'm going to make you come over and over again, until your body knows mine. Until it forgets anyone else ever touched you. And when the time's right… I'll put a baby inside you."

Ella gasped, her body shivering under him. His words shot straight through her, igniting something primal and deep.

Her walls pulsed with aching need, and yet a part of her was still overwhelmed—intimidated by the size of him, by the sheer intensity of his presence.

"I… I don't know if I can…" she whispered, cheeks flushed, voice trembling.

"You can," Ross said firmly, kissing her once more. "I'll go slow. I'll stretch you open little by little. You'll take every inch, and you'll love it."

With that, he positioned himself at her entrance.

The thick, swollen head of his cock pressed gently against her soaked folds.

Ella's breath caught as she felt him begin to push forward—just a little, testing her resistance.

A gasp escaped her lips.

The pressure was intense, but the pleasure was even more shocking.

He was stretching her already, and only the tip had entered.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails raking across his skin.

"Oh God… Ross…"

He groaned softly, eyes dark with restraint. "You're so tight, Ella. So fucking wet. Just relax… let me in."

Slowly, carefully, he pressed deeper. Inch by thick inch, he filled her, coaxing her body to accept him.

Ella's breath came in ragged gasps, alternating between moans of pleasure and shivers of disbelief as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth.

It was overwhelming—but not painful.

Her body welcomed him, inch by inch, the way a flame devours dry wood.

By the time he was halfway in, she was already seeing stars.

Her thighs shook, her breath caught, her voice a chorus of helpless moans.

"You're doing so good," Ross murmured, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her trembling lips.

"Almost there… Just a little more."

And when he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside her, their bodies joined as one—Ella cried out, her entire body clenching around him as a wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She had never felt so full. So stretched. So completely claimed.

"Ohhhhhh…" Ella moaned again, the sound raw and trembling.

Her body was on fire, her nerves overwhelmed by sensation as Ross's thick cock stayed buried deep inside her.

He wasn't moving—at least not yet—but that somehow made it more intense.

She could feel every pulse, every throb, every inch of him stretching her inner walls in ways she hadn't thought possible.

The pain still lingered, sharp and real, but it was being slowly eclipsed by the pleasure blooming deep within her.

It felt like her cherry had been taken all over again.

Her body was trembling beneath him, legs spread wide, hips pinned down by the weight of his muscular frame.

She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable… and yet so utterly desired.

And Ross—he was in no rush.

While his hips remained still, allowing her body to adjust to his size, his lips and hands moved with purpose.

His mouth latched onto her breast once more, tongue flicking expertly at her sensitive nipple before sucking it between his lips with a slow, deliberate pull that made her toes curl.

"Ahhhh… Ross…" she gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself further into his mouth, craving more.

His free hand wasn't idle either.

He cupped her other breast, kneading the soft mound gently before his fingers found her nipple and rolled it between them, tugging, teasing, toying.

The contrast between his warm mouth and rough fingertips had Ella writhing beneath him, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

It was too much. Not enough. Everything all at once.

Every nerve ending in her body felt alive.

Her pussy clenched tightly around him in reflex, trying to adjust to the sheer size still impaling her.

She was so full. So stretched.

And yet her body was already starting to welcome the fullness, to crave the friction that would follow.

Ross looked up from her chest, eyes blazing with lust and dark amusement.

"You feel incredible," he murmured. "So damn tight. Like your body was just waiting to be fucked by me."

Ella could only moan in response, her breath coming in short, gasping bursts.

Ross leaned in, capturing her lips in another deep kiss.

His tongue slid into her mouth, mimicking what his cock was doing below—invading, exploring, claiming.

She kissed him back desperately, losing herself in his heat, his scent, his taste.

Then he began to move.

Just a slow pull at first—barely an inch.

The friction made her gasp, her body shivering from the sensation.

Then he pushed back in, equally slow, pressing until he was fully seated inside her again.

A low moan escaped her lips.

"Oh my God… Ross…"

He kept that slow, steady rhythm, drawing back inch by inch, then sliding forward again, deeper and deeper with every stroke.

It was like he was testing her limits, coaxing her body to open up to him fully, training her to take his size one deliberate thrust at a time.

And it was working.

The pain dulled, transforming into pressure, then heat, then a pulsing need that grew with every movement.

Her body, once unsure and hesitant, now clung to him—welcoming him, craving more.

Ella's legs wrapped around his waist without her even realizing it, her heels pressing into his back, urging him to go deeper.

"Please… don't stop," she whispered, her voice broken with need.

Ross chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her neck as he kissed her again.

"I'm not stopping, Ella. I'm just getting started."