Evil MC's NTR Harem

Then Ross picked up the pace.

His hips began to roll, smooth and powerful, building a rhythm that quickly drove her insane.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, filling her, stretching her, hitting spots her husband never even came close to reaching.

Her moans turned to cries of pleasure. Her nails scraped down his back.

Her body rocked beneath him, hips lifting to meet every thrust.

Ross groaned, his voice rough with restraint. "You're so fucking tight… gripping me like you don't want to let go."

"I don't," Ella gasped. "Don't ever stop…"

He responded by slamming into her harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

The bed creaked beneath their movements, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex.

Ella's mind went blank.

All she could do was feel—his hands, his mouth, his cock, the way he filled her so completely it felt like nothing else existed outside of this moment.

She was his now.

"Ahhhhh…" Ella moaned uncontrollably now, the sounds pouring from her lips without thought, her voice raw and trembling as Ross continued to pound into her relentlessly.

The entire room echoed with the lewd rhythm of their bodies, the slap of skin-on-skin growing louder with every thrust.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

Her cries were primal, shameless—wordless expressions of just how good it felt to be fucked like this.

She wasn't holding back anymore.

How could she, when every part of her was being used, claimed, and filled by a man who made her forget everything except the burning ecstasy in her cunt?

Her thoughts were in shambles. The world outside that bed didn't exist.

All she could think of was Ross—his strength, his dominance, the way his big fat cock stretched her tight pink pussy wide open with every stroke.

He wasn't just inside her. He owned her in that moment.

And she loved it.

The feeling was more than physical. It was intoxicating—consuming.

No one had ever made her feel like this. Not even close.

"Ross! I'm coming again!" Ella screamed, her voice cracking as the pressure inside her exploded into a powerful climax.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as her body seized up.

Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, milking his cock as she shattered all over him.

But then—suddenly—she felt it.

That burst of heat. That deep, hot rush flooding her womb.

He was coming too.

A man was finally coming deep inside her pussy.

The thought sent another orgasm crashing through her.

Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as her body convulsed beneath him.

Her mind could barely process it.

Years of frustration, of emptiness, of being untouched and unloved—all of it melted away in that moment.

Ross was fucking it all out of her. Every doubt, every regret, every unfulfilled night. Gone.

"Yes…" she whimpered in her head, over and over. Yes, yes, yes.

Ross groaned deeply above her, his muscles tightening as his cock pulsed again and again, releasing thick spurts of cum into her trembling depths.

But he didn't stop.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

His hips kept moving, fast and hard, cock still rock solid as if her tight little orgasm hadn't drained him at all.

The sound of his balls slapping against her soaked pussy echoed in the room like a drumbeat, and Ella could only cry out louder as his pace grew even more wild.

"F-fuck… Ross… I can't… I can't anymore…" she gasped, but her body betrayed her.

She was taking it. All of it. Again and again.

Her pussy, sensitive and twitching, kept gripping him tighter every time he thrust in.

Her juices spilled freely, soaking the sheets beneath them as each stroke forced another wave of pleasure from her trembling frame.

She didn't know how many times she came after that. Three? Five? Ten?

It all blended together into one long, continuous release.

Her body burned, her muscles ached, and tears welled in her eyes—not from pain, but from being overwhelmed by too much pleasure.

Ross grunted as he drove into her harder one last time, burying himself deep and holding there, his cock twitching as another thick release spilled inside her.

Ella trembled violently, another orgasm tearing through her in response, her pussy pulsing wildly around his shaft.

Then silence.

The only sounds were her ragged breathing, the creaking of the bed, and Ross's heartbeat pounding in his chest as he hovered above her.

Ella's body lay limp beneath him, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she tried to catch her breath.

Her pussy still twitched around him, flooded with warmth, stretched wide and dripping with the evidence of what they'd just shared.

She was utterly, completely spent.

And as Ross slowly pulled out of her with a soft groan, a warm trickle of his seed followed, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the sheets.

She felt it all. Every drop. Every lingering throb of pleasure echoing inside her.

Ross leaned down and kissed her—gentle this time. Soft. Affectionate.

His fingers brushed her damp hair away from her forehead as he whispered, "You did so well for me, Ella."

She smiled weakly, eyes barely able to stay open. "You… ruined me," she murmured.

"I made you mine," he corrected, planting another kiss on her cheek. "And you loved every second of it."

And she did.

So much so that within minutes, the exhaustion took over.

Her body sank into the mattress, still twitching faintly from aftershocks, and her eyes fluttered closed.

Wrapped in warmth, coated in bliss, and filled to the brim with Ross's seed, Ella slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep—her body satisfied beyond anything she had ever known.

But of course, this was merely the beginning of Ella's ecstasy.

An hour later, she was pulled from the depths of her slumber by something warm, wet, and achingly gentle.

Her lashes fluttered, a soft hum escaping her lips before she even opened her eyes.