Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ross is asleep. He won't find out… he won't… he won't…"

The shame burned her from the inside out, but so did the lust.

She could feel herself crossing a line she could never uncross.

She could feel her values, her morals, her principles collapsing into dust under the sheer weight of her need.

She forgot her boyfriend. She forgot everything.

There was only the aching emptiness inside her and the thick, hard cock beneath her that promised to fill it.

Her body moved on its own, her hips lifting slightly, lining herself up against him.

The swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against her soaked entrance, and she moaned at the sensation.

"Just… just an inch…" she whispered again, almost crying from the intensity of the temptation.

Her body trembled violently as she prepared to lower herself, her mind screaming no while every nerve in her body screamed yes.

Laura positioned herself carefully, trembling as she adjusted her hips over Ross's massive cock.

She angled herself slowly, her slick folds parting around the thick head, and then—biting her lip until it nearly bled—she lowered herself just enough to take him inside.

"Ohhhhhh…" she cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan.

The stretch was overwhelming, even with only the tip buried inside her.

Her pussy clamped down greedily, gripping the thick intruder as if it had been waiting for this all along.

She shuddered, clutching at Ross's chest for balance as her body shook with pleasure.

The sensation was too much—too deep, too full—even though it was just the beginning.

"J-just one inch," Laura panted, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to convince herself. "Not more… just one…"

But her body had its own will.

The throbbing heat inside her made her shiver with need, and before she realized it, her hips were moving again.

She lifted herself slightly, then sank back down, riding that single inch with desperate little motions.

Each thrust sent sparks racing through her body, making her moan louder with every bounce.

Her slickness coated Ross's cock, dripping down his length until it gleamed in the dim light.

Every time she rose, her juices clung to him, and every time she sank, the swollen head stretched her tight walls all over again.

"Hahhh… oh God… it feels so good…" she whimpered, her body quivering from the intensity.

Her breasts bounced softly with her movements, her nipples brushing against Ross's skin, sending shivers through her chest.

She had promised herself it would only be one inch.

That was the rule she clung to, the last fragile boundary protecting her from crossing the point of no return.

But the pleasure was addictive, each thrust pulling her deeper into a haze she couldn't escape.

And then—something happened she hadn't expected.

Her walls clenched tighter than ever before, her body reacting on instinct, and she felt the thick head of his cock sink in just a little deeper.

Her eyes flew open, her mouth dropping in shock as a strangled moan tore from her throat.

"Ahhhhhh—! N-no… that's more than an inch…" she gasped, but her hips betrayed her, trembling as they pressed down just a little harder.

"Ohhhhhhh! No… nooo…!" Laura's thighs trembled, her tight hole stretching further to accommodate him.

Every new inch felt impossible, tearing her apart and yet filling her with an unbearable heat that made her body quiver.

His thick cock twitched inside her, each pulse pushing her walls wider.

The sensation left her dizzy—half of her mind screaming in terror, the other drowning in shameful sparks of pleasure she couldn't deny.

Laura tried to stop, tried to pull back, tried to tell her body to obey—but it was useless.

Her hips moved of their own accord, guided by instinct, craving, and a fire she had never known.

Every fiber of her being ached for more, for the forbidden, and every beat of her heart seemed to scream in sync with her desire.

"I… I can't… oh God…" she gasped, clutching Ross's chest with trembling hands, her nails digging into his skin as though trying to anchor herself in reality.

But reality was slipping away with every movement.

Her slick folds clung desperately to his thick cock, sliding along its veins, coating it with the evidence of her growing need.

Her body arched violently as she braced herself. And then, with one desperate, reckless descent, she impaled herself fully on Ross.

Pak!

The sound of her virgin walls stretching to accommodate him filled the room, sharp and raw.

Pain and pleasure collided in an overwhelming explosion of sensation.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Laura screamed, her voice shattering under the intensity.

Her back arched uncontrollably, her thighs trembling as the thick cock filled her completely.

Every nerve ending was on fire, alive with the unprecedented fullness, the shock of finally taking him in entirely.

Tears pricked her eyes, but they weren't from sorrow—they were from pure, unbearable ecstasy.

Her pussy clenched around him, instinctively gripping, sucking, demanding more as though it had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

The orgasm came faster than she could comprehend.

It exploded from deep inside her, a tidal wave of bliss that tore through her body and left her shaking.

Her hips bounced and bucked on their own, riding every inch, every vein, every pulsing movement of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh… I'm… I'm cumming! Hhhhhh—!" she cried, her voice ragged, trembling with abandon.

Her body convulsed violently, jerking, twisting, writhing against Ross as waves of pleasure rolled over her again and again.

Each thrust drove her higher, pulling her further into a haze where only sensation existed.

Her pussy tightened relentlessly, clinging to every inch of him, while her juices ran freely down his shaft, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

Laura's mind had completely surrendered.

She no longer thought of principles, of morality, of her boyfriend.

All that existed was Ross, and the incredible, mind-shattering pleasure he brought her.

Every nerve in her body fired at once, leaving her trembling, moaning, gasping, and shaking with unrestrained lust.