Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Twinkle
Ross reveled in the tight, wet heat of Gwen’s body enveloping him, every thrust drawing him deeper into her.

Her pussy clamped around him, her muscles deliberately squeezing, as if daring him to lose control.

But Ross was no amateur—he thrived on the challenge.

“Ohhhhh!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“Argggg!”

“Push it deeper, Ross!” Gwen moaned, her voice raw and needy.

“Pound your bitch hard with that big cock!” She was loud and unabashed, her words adding fuel to the fire between them.

Her movements weren’t passive; she met his thrusts with fervor, grinding back against him, her body a perfect complement to his relentless rhythm.

If she had tried this with her husband, she thought fleetingly, he would have come undone in seconds.

But Ross was built differently—he was relentless, a man who prided himself on his stamina and his ability to leave his women utterly satisfied.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Ross slammed into her with unyielding intensity, his hips snapping forward as the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room.

The desk beneath Gwen shuddered and scraped across the floor, pushed forward by the force of his thrusts until it bumped into the whiteboard with a loud clatter.

Neither of them cared about the noise; their cries of pleasure drowned out everything else.

“Oh my god, Ross! You’re making me come so hard!” Gwen screamed, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure consumed her.

Her body convulsed, and a minute later, she collapsed onto the desk, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

Her large breasts pressed against the surface, their fullness spilling over the sides in a way that only added to the erotic image of it all.

Her body glistened with sweat, her face flushed with the afterglow of ecstasy.

Yet even as she lay there, completely spent, Ross remained hard and ready.

The sight of her—vulnerable yet utterly seductive—only fueled his desire further.

He leaned over her, his hand sliding down her spine, his lips brushing against her ear.

“I’m not done with you yet, Gwen,” he murmured, his voice a promise of what was to come.

An hour later, Gwen lay sprawled on her back atop the desk, her body thoroughly spent.

Ross had taken her, again and again, leaving her utterly satisfied and utterly exhausted.

She could still feel the dull ache between her thighs, a reminder of the relentless passion they had shared.

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

She felt heavy, her lids drooping as the haze of pleasure pulled her closer to sleep.

Unable to resist, she gave in, her gentle snores soon filling the otherwise silent classroom.

When Gwen finally stirred, it was several hours later.

She woke up in a panic, her memories rushing back in a vivid blur—Ross, the classroom, the way he had taken her over and over.

Yet something didn’t add up.

She blinked, her gaze darting around.

“I’m… on a bed?” she muttered, her voice tinged with confusion.

The softness beneath her was undeniable, and a plush blanket covered her naked body. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the room.

“Why is there a bed in the middle of a classroom?”

“So, the sleeping beauty finally wakes up. That’s good. Come,” came Ross’s deep, amused voice.

She turned toward him, finding him standing by the window on the far side of the room, his posture relaxed as he gazed outside.

The light from the window highlighted his ordinary features, making him look impossibly confident and composed.

“How did you even get a bed in here?” Gwen asked, pulling the blanket tighter around herself as she slid off the bed.

Her curiosity quickly shifted to suspicion, and she slipped into her figurative detective mode, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

Ross turned, his lips curving into a sly smile.

“Why can’t I? Nothing is impossible with money and power, Gwen. Nothing,” he replied, his tone casual yet commanding.

As he moved toward her, his steps slow and deliberate, Gwen hurried to dress, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.

By the time she managed to pull on her clothes, Ross was close enough to reach for her.

Without a word, he tilted her chin up and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

“Mmm…” Gwen moaned against his mouth, powerless to resist him.

He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing, his movements calculated yet passionate.

Her body responded instinctively, a rush of heat pooling low in her belly.

In mere seconds, she was wet and aching for him all over again.

But Ross didn’t take it further.

Instead, he pulled back, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “It’s time for you to meet my women.”

His words sent a jolt through her.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes widening as she searched his face for an escape.

“Would it help me if I say no to that?” Gwen asked, her voice carrying a mix of defiance and uncertainty.

Ross didn’t reply.

Instead, he smirked, that maddening, enigmatic expression of his only deepening her curiosity—and her apprehension.

When night fell, Gwen found herself at Ross’s luxurious home, her earlier questions now answered in a way she hadn’t expected.

The scene before her was surreal.

Eight stunningly beautiful women, each more captivating than the last, filled the sprawling living room.

They laughed, danced, and sipped on expensive drinks, their ease and comfort in Ross’s presence undeniable.

“You even lured the famous Althea Quinn into your little den of whores, Ross. How?” Gwen muttered, her shock evident as her gaze landed on a striking woman at the far end of the room.

Althea Quinn—renowned for her brilliance and untouchable elegance of a popular actress—was here, laughing freely among the others.

“She fell for my charm. What else can I say?” Ross replied with a low chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he took in the lively scene.

He turned to Gwen, his expression softening just enough to pull her out of her thoughts. “Come.”

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