Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ross!" The bed groaned under the force, and Laura's back arched as she cried out, the sensation of him filling her completely sending her spiraling further into pleasure.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with her gasps, moans, and the rapid beat of her heart.

Laura clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, every movement making her core clench around him desperately.

Her thoughts were fragmented.

Shame and guilt fought with raw desire, but desire won every time.

She was drowning in sensation—lost to the overwhelming pleasure of him, to the heat of their bodies pressed together, to the way her pussy tightened and pulsed around him with every stroke.

Ross's hands roamed over her back, down her sides, gripping her hips and guiding her movements, pushing her further, faster.

Laura's body moved on instinct, hips bucking, thighs trembling, moans spilling from her lips uncontrollably.

She had no control anymore; she was his, completely consumed by the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Her orgasm approached again, fierce and insistent, threatening to tear through her with unimaginable force.

She cried out, arching against him, desperate to ride the waves of pleasure that surged through her.

Every nerve was alight, every inch of her body screaming, every breath ragged and shaky.

Ross kept up with her, thrusting hard, deep, and unrelenting, matching her intensity perfectly.

The heat, the wetness, the tightness—all combined into an intoxicating storm that left her gasping and trembling, teetering on the brink of complete surrender.

Laura's mind blurred.

There was only him, only the motion, only the burning, ecstatic pleasure that consumed her from head to toe.

She was lost, helpless, and entirely caught in the rhythm of his cock driving in and out of her.

Every wave of ecstasy made her more desperate, more needy, and more consumed by the lust that had overtaken her.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

Laura moaned loudly every time Ross thrust up into her, her cries breaking and trembling as if the sound alone could ease the unbearable ecstasy flooding her body.

The bed creaked beneath their weight, a rhythm that matched the lewd sounds of his cock sliding wetly into her pussy over and over.

She clutched at his shoulders, her nails dragging faint red lines across his skin, desperate for something to hold on to as her body convulsed under his merciless rhythm.

This was nothing like the night before, when she had carefully experimented with his sleeping body, testing timid movements on her own.

Then, she had been nervous, trembling with both guilt and arousal, cautious not to cross the final line—though she eventually had.

But now… now Ross was awake, and there was no hesitation in the way he claimed her.

Every time he thrust into her, his cock bottomed out inside her tight pussy, stretching her to her limit, making her see flashes of light behind her eyelids.

The first few minutes had left her gasping from the discomfort, her body struggling to accommodate his impossible girth.

She remembered clenching her teeth, shuddering, nearly begging him to stop—but she hadn't.

Instead, she had endured, and now she was glad she did, because that pain had dissolved into pure, addictive bliss.

Her body no longer resisted him.

It welcomed him, wrapped around him, begged for more with every greedy squeeze of her pussy.

Her insides clung desperately to his cock, as though they were made for nothing else but to milk him, to keep him buried deep within her.

Every time he pulled back, her pussy tightened involuntarily, as if refusing to let go, only to be speared all over again.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the air—each thrust squelching as her juices coated his cock, slicking him from tip to base.

The wetness only grew worse—or better—with every movement.

It spilled freely from her cunt, soaking his shaft before dripping down to his balls, which slapped audibly against her ass each time he drove into her.

The lewd sounds made her cheeks burn with humiliation, yet her body betrayed her, shivering with delight every time she heard them.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as Ross set a deeper, harder rhythm.

His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her walls with every stroke, hitting places she didn't even know existed.

Her breath hitched, and before she knew it, she was biting into her own hand to muffle the near-screams that threatened to escape.

Still, Ross could hear her muffled cries, and his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

"You feel too good, Laura," he groaned, his voice deep and husky, vibrating through her chest as much as her ears.

His words made her insides clench even tighter around him, a desperate reaction she couldn't control.

"Ahhh! Ross… I… I…" she tried to protest, but her voice broke into another moan, her words dissolving into incoherence.

Her body had already betrayed her, her pussy dripping, clenching, begging for more.

The bed rocked harder, the frame knocking faintly against the wall, and Laura's world narrowed to the cock pounding into her and the raw waves of pleasure tearing her apart.

Her nipples rubbed against his chest with every movement, achingly hard, sensitive to the friction.

Her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending lit up, every thought reduced to a haze of desperate lust.

She could no longer tell where pain ended and pleasure began.

She could only cling to Ross as he fucked her harder, losing herself entirely in the rhythm, in the ecstasy, in the forbidden heat of the moment.

Her pussy gushed around him with every thrust, the slick mess between them proof of how utterly she had surrendered.

"Ross… I'm close!" Laura gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate, trembling moan.

Her nails clawed down his chest, leaving faint red lines, and her hips lost all rhythm, slamming down on him with frantic, hungry movements.