Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 Anything But Frigid
For Trinity, it felt as though time had stopped completely. Her body was locked in the overwhelming sensation of Ross filling her to the brim, her mind unable to process the mix of pain, pleasure, and the sheer intensity of it all.

But time didn’t stop for long.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Her soft moan broke the stillness, a sound so sweet and needy that it seemed to signal the start of something inevitable. Ross began to move.

Slowly at first, his deliberate thrusts sending ripples of sensation through her trembling body. Each motion was precise, calculated, as if he was savoring the way her walls clenched tightly around him.

Trinity’s fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white as her body struggled to adjust to the relentless stretch.

Yet with each slow, deliberate stroke, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a simmering pleasure that grew stronger with every passing second.

Ross’s movements remained steady, almost teasing, as though he enjoyed watching her struggle against the wave of sensations building inside her.

His pace was torturous, each thrust dragging out the moment, forcing her to feel every inch of him as he moved inside her.

“Ross…” Her voice trembled as she called his name, this time with a tone she didn’t recognize—one of surrender. It wasn’t resistance anymore. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed him to continue.

As if answering her silent plea, Ross’s thrusts grew faster, harder. The teasing, measured strokes gave way to something more primal, more urgent. His hips snapped forward with a force that made her cry out.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more frequent with each powerful thrust. But they weren’t the only sounds. A lewd, wet noise accompanied their movements, the slick, squelching symphony of his thick cock plunging into her hot, tight, and dripping wet pussy.

The sound was unmistakable, and it only made her blush deeper, her body reacting to the raw, carnal nature of it all. The rhythm of his thrusts, the creak of the bed beneath them, and the obscene music of their connection—it was a melody that drove her wild.

Her body betrayed her completely. Her hips began to move on their own, meeting his thrusts with instinctive desperation. Every time he filled her, she felt as though he was reaching deeper, claiming parts of her she didn’t know existed.

Her pussy walls clenched around him tightly, as if trying to memorize his shape, the way he stretched her to her limits.

“Ross…” she moaned again, her voice breaking with pleasure.

The tension inside her continued to build, coiling tighter with each powerful stroke. Ross’s dominance was undeniable; every movement, every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She could feel his strength, his determination, and the way he moved with unrelenting purpose.

The wet heat between them only grew as their pace intensified. Trinity’s nails dug into the sheets, then into his shoulders as she clung to him, her body trembling with the effort to keep up.

She could no longer control the sounds escaping her lips—moans, gasps, cries that spoke of the pleasure consuming her.

Her mind was a haze, her thoughts lost in the relentless rhythm of his pounding. The world around her faded away; all that existed was the heat of their bodies, the friction, and the growing fire threatening to consume her.

The way Ross moved drove her mad. Each thrust was deeper, harder, more insistent, as though he was determined to make her feel every bit of him.

The bed creaked louder beneath their combined weight, the headboard tapping against the wall in time with his powerful movements.

The sensations were overwhelming. The stretch, the heat, the slickness—it was too much, yet not enough. She could feel herself trembling, her body tightening as the tension inside her reached a fever pitch.

“Ross…” she gasped his name one more time, her voice barely a whisper. Her hands clutched at his back, her nails raking over his skin as she finally surrendered completely, her body no longer her own.

Every nerve felt alight, every inch of her body responding to his relentless assault. The lewd noises of their connection grew louder, more frantic, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

She didn’t care about the world outside, about what this meant, or what would happen next. All that mattered was this moment, this overwhelming pleasure that left her breathless and wanting more.

The room was cold, the kind of chill that lingered during the months leading up to Christmas.

The air had a sharp bite, yet inside, the atmosphere was anything but frigid. Trinity’s body was damp with sweat, her skin glistening under the dim light.

The coolness of the room was no match for the heat radiating from the relentless act unfolding.

Ross moved above her with a raw intensity, his hips slamming into her with unwavering force. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and unrelenting.

The bed creaked beneath them, its rhythm perfectly synced with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies connecting.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The sound echoed off the walls, filling the space with its lewd, unmistakable cadence. Ross showed no signs of stopping, his stamina seemingly boundless.

Trinity’s body trembled beneath him, her moans growing louder with each thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist in a futile attempt to steady herself against the onslaught.

Despite the primal ferocity of his movements, Ross’s eyes remained shut, his face betraying little of the passion he was unleashing.

His lips moved occasionally, murmuring a name that Trinity barely registered at first.

“Althea…”

The name fell from his lips softly, almost tenderly, as though it were a mantra meant for someone else entirely.

Trinity’s mind flickered with guilt, a small ember of shame igniting amidst the inferno of pleasure that consumed her. Ross was thinking about her daughter Althea.

He was saying her name since he really thought he was fucking Althea right now. Trinity believed all the remarkable acting that our op evil mc was doing at this time.