Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 169

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“YES!” Gwen’s cry was a desperate plea, a guttural affirmation of the intoxicating pleasure consuming her. Her body writhed, a tempest of sensation.

“You have the most amazing cock, Ross!” Her voice was barely a whisper amidst the noise of her moans.

“But you’re killing me with pleasure.” The words were barely audible, lost in the escalating tide of her response.

“It’s… it’s too big, too hard, too thick… I could feel it reaching up to my throat!” Gwen’s words, barely coherent, were a testament to the raw intensity of the experience.

She was lost in a haze of sensation, honesty bleeding into her pleas.

“Even more than your husband’s? Does my cock feel better than that pathetic little dick of his at home?” Ross’s words were a venomous taunt, a calculated provocation designed to push Gwen further into the abyss of desire.

“…” Gwen didn’t answer, but her hips continued their relentless rhythm on top of Ross, a powerful dance of surrender and hot frenzy.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together were a wet, lewd symphony, each impact a testament to the primal passion erupting between them.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The hurried tapping echoed the relentless beat of their entwined bodies.

Then, Ross stood, his grip tightening around Gwen’s hips as he carried her forward. The looming threat of Ross exposing her to her partner Asher outside hung heavy in the air, forcing Gwen to finally reveal what she’d been holding back.

“YESSSSSSSSS! My husband can’t compare to your cock, Ross! You have the greatest cock of all! No man can stand a candle to you!”

Gwen’s scream was a mixture of fear and the forbidden thrill of transgression.

The image of her husband, the knowledge of what she and Ross were doing, the audacity of it all, fueled her with a potent cocktail of desire and guilt.

Her thoughts raced, blurring the line between pleasure and sin. That was all it took to send her soaring to the ninth heaven and beyond.

“I’m coming, Ross!” Her voice was a desperate loud whisper, edged with the anticipation of release.

“I’m coming!” Ross’s response was a guttural growl, a powerful echo of her own escalating desires.

“COMINGGGGGGGGG!” Gwen’s shriek echoed through the room, a banshee cry of release.

Simultaneously, Ross let himself go, another torrent of come now flooding Gwen’s sweet cunt. Their release was a shared eruption, a tidal wave of pleasure consuming them both.

Ross didn’t lower her, but for the first time, he moved, fucking Gwen with rapid, punishing thrusts making Gwen’s release was all the more satisfying.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Gwen’s body pulsed with pleasure, Ross’s substantial love juice flooding her pussy, a private luxury only her husband was ever allowed to do in the past.

The air crackled with the residue of their shared passion, highlighting the wild, untamed desires between them.

Gwen slumped against Ross, supported entirely by him as they stood. His thick, hard cock pulsed deep inside her, still vibrating with a relentless pulse, promising more pleasure to come should she ask for it.

She looked up to see the clock above, a flicker of joy in her eyes. She had more than a few minutes before halftime was over. Glad she’d passed today’s trials, she thought, at Ross’s hands.

“You’re amazing, Gwen. Just as I imagined.” Ross whispered, his voice rough against her ear. The words made Gwen lean back, meeting his gaze.

He wasn’t handsome, not in any conventional sense, but Ross was etched into her mind.

Close her eyes, and she could picture him, the average-looking young man who’d irrevocably changed her quiet life, for better or for worse.

“Hmmmm…” Gwen might have been having a momentary lapse in judgment; after all, she’d initiated the kiss that came after.

The kiss was exquisite, a series of stolen breaths. Before she knew it, she realized late that Ross had cum inside her again.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The heat of his sticky come filled her, dripping onto the floor with a soft, naughty sound.

“You came into me again. Aren’t you afraid of getting me pregnant, Ross?” Gwen asked, her voice barely a whisper, after the kiss.

“What’s there to be afraid of? I’m practically swimming in money. One kid, or a dozen with you—no problem at all.” Ross replied, his voice low and husky, his gaze lingering on her.

He held her close, his cock still buried deep within her.

“But what about my husband? He’ll find out it’s not his because you won’t let me be with him anymore.” Gwen stated, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire.

“It doesn’t matter. He’ll either accept it, like a blind man in love, or he’ll push you away. Either way, I win. I’ll take care of you and our kids. We’ll live happily ever after. Don’t you like that fantasy, Gwen? You and me. We could make that happen, easily.” Ross said, his eyes sparkling with a dangerous attraction.

“Why wait? I could just divorce him and run away with you.” Gwen offered, the words barely a murmur.

“And where’s the fun in that? That would be too easy, wouldn’t you agree?” Ross grinned, his eyes glinting.

“You and your games. I’m telling you, it won’t happen. I won’t leave my husband. I love him. My vow to him… from our wedding day… it’s still true.” Gwen said, her voice cracking, her eyes welling up with tears.

“True love… ah, what a beautiful thing! But do you think true love can last with my cock inside you, as often as I want, while he’s left to watch us, to tinker with his tiny dick left behind as I fuck you and carve your pussy to the shape of my cock? Hehehe. That’s a good question, and one I’m eager to find out.” Ross said, pulling Gwen against the wall. He smirked, a greedy gleam in his eyes.

“You had your turn earlier, on the driver’s seat. Now, it’s my turn.” Ross said, shoving his cock deep into her.

BANG! The wall shuddered, but held.

“Ross…”

BANG!

“Stop…”

BANG!

“You promised…” Gwen protested, but her protests were drowned out by Ross’s relentless assault, and soon she was moaning again, lost in the intoxicating pleasure.