Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Chapter 288 Hypnotic
“You’re doing great,” Ross murmured, his voice thick with desire. Then, without warning, he pushed deeper, forcing more of his cock into her tight pink pussy.

Imari’s back arched off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets.

“Stop! It hurts!” she cried, her voice high-pitched and panicked. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as the overwhelming pressure intensified.

“I feel like you’re breaking me apart!” Her fingers clenched into fists, the pain and fullness nearly too much to bear.

Ross, however, didn’t slow down. Instead, he captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, silencing her cries.

His mouth moved against hers with urgency, his tongue invading her as forcefully as his cock was inside her. The kiss muffled her protests, but the pain was still there, raw and unrelenting.

With one final, powerful thrust, Ross slammed his hips forward, burying himself completely inside her. Imari let out a muffled scream into his mouth as her body jolted from the sudden force.

The pain was sharp, and she could feel something tear within her as her virginity was taken.

A warm rush of liquid followed—blood and her pussy juices mixing as they spilled out onto the bed, soaking the sheets and mattress beneath them.

For a moment, Ross paused, letting her body adjust to his size. Imaris’s legs shook uncontrollably, her thighs trembling as she struggled to accommodate the monstrous cock now lodged deep inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming—her pussy stretched impossibly tight around him, her mind reeling from the combination of pain and fullness.

She had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at the mercy of another person.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,

“I told you, you could take it.” His voice was soft, but there was a dark satisfaction in it, a sense of triumph in knowing he had claimed her.

He began to move then, slowly at first, pulling back just enough before thrusting forward again, his cock dragging against her sensitive inner walls.

Imari whimpered as he moved, her body still trying to adjust to his size. Every thrust sent a new wave of sensation through her, a mix of pain and strange, unfamiliar pleasure.

Her breath hitched with each movement, her hands clutching at his arms as she struggled to keep up with the rhythm. It was slow, but relentless, each thrust forcing her to open wider, to take more of him.

Her mind was a blur—part of her wanted to resist, to tell him to stop, but another part of her, buried deep inside, was beginning to surrender to the sensation.

Ross’s cock filled her so completely, so utterly, that it was hard to think of anything else. Her body was on fire, every nerve lit up with sensation as he fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Ross groaned softly, feeling her tight pussy gripping him with every movement.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. His cock throbbed inside her, the friction driving him closer to the edge, but he wasn’t done yet.

He wanted to feel her break beneath him, to watch as she surrendered completely to the pleasure and pain.

Imari gasped as he thrust deeper, her body quivering beneath him. She could feel herself beginning to lose control, her mind slipping away from the pain and into something darker, more primal.

Her cries grew softer, turning into soft moans as her body betrayed her, responding to the overwhelming sensation of being filled, stretched, and claimed.

The dance of love, as ancient as the stars, never lost its spark for those who sought to explore the depths of pleasure, and in this moment, that truth was vividly on display.

Imari’s body quivered under Ross’s relentless assault, her pussy being plowed over and over again, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last.

Her ripe, full breasts swung rhythmically with their wild, erotic dance, the motion almost hypnotic as they moved in time with the relentless pounding of his hips.

The bed beneath them creaked with every forceful push, their bodies colliding in a symphony of carnal desire.

Imari bit down hard on her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought back the screams building inside her. She was on the edge, hovering between pleasure and pain, her body barely able to handle the intense sensations coursing through her.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, lost in a haze of ecstasy that clouded her every thought. She felt like she was floating in some dream-like state, a place where the only thing that existed was this—the raw, primal act of fucking that consumed her entirely.

Nothing in the world mattered beyond this moment, beyond the mind-numbing pleasure that Ross was driving into her with each forceful thrust.

The sound of their bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin, filled the room along with the soft, breathless moans that escaped from Imari’s lips. Each moan was a soft plea, a sign of her surrender to the overwhelming pleasure consuming her.

Her body, flushed and glistening with sweat, trembled with each movement, her hips lifting to meet his in a desperate attempt to take more, to feel more. In that moment, Imari had never felt more alive.

Her mind was a blur of sensation, lost in the ecstasy of being filled, fucked, and claimed by the man above her. She wanted more—needed more—and Ross was more than willing to deliver.

Ross looked down at her, his gaze heated and intense, watching the way her body responded to him. Imari was breathtaking, her beauty even more striking in the throes of passion and lust.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes closed in pleasure, and her lips parted as soft, delicate moans slipped past them.

The sight of her, so lost in their shared pleasure, only fueled his desire to take her further, to push her past her set limits.