Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 302

Chapter 302: Chapter 302 Wobbly
Trinity’s mind was a haze of sensation and need. Her legs wrapped tightly around Ross’s waist, her heels digging into his back as if to urge him on.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails raking against his skin in a desperate attempt to ground herself against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ohhh… Ross…” she gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment before he captured her lips again, silencing her with another fierce, possessive kiss.

Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. She could feel the way her walls tightened around him, gripping him almost involuntarily as if her body never wanted to let him go.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, and she could do nothing but surrender completely to the moment.

Ross’s murmurs of “so tight” echoed in her mind, the way his voice was laced with lust and satisfaction. It made her body respond in ways she couldn’t control, her hips moving on their own to meet his, her own pace syncing with his relentless rhythm.

Time seemed to blur, the world outside fading into oblivion. There was only Ross—his heat, his strength, and the way he made her feel like she was being consumed by the sheer force of his desire.

Her mind flickered briefly to Robert, her husband, but the thought was fleeting and meaningless. Robert had never made her feel this way, had never pushed her to the heights Ross was taking her now.

With Ross, there was no pretense, no restraint. There was only raw, unfiltered pleasure, a primal connection that left her trembling beneath him.

She was his entirely in that moment, her body, her voice, her very soul surrendering to him.

As his pace quickened, his thrusts growing even faster and harder, Trinity’s cries reached a fever pitch. She wasn’t just moaning now—she was gasping, crying out, her voice breaking as her body neared its limit.

Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as if to pull him even closer. Her lips found his again, their kiss resuming with the same desperate, feral intensity.

She was lost, completely and utterly lost in the storm that was Ross.

Trinity caught the scent of Ross’s wine-laden breath, mingling with the unique, raw musk of his masculine scent. Instead of feeling repulsed, the combination sent a jolt of heat through her body, igniting something primal deep within her.

She felt herself spiraling into overdrive, her body betraying any lingering reservations she might have had.

“I’m coming!” Trinity screamed internally, unable to form the words aloud as Ross’s lips remained locked against hers.

His kiss was relentless, consuming her entirely, leaving her no room to speak or even breathe properly. She could only moan against his mouth, her body trembling as she finally tipped over the edge.

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, surging through her with an intensity that left her shaking. But amidst the euphoria, she suddenly felt Ross’s cock swell inside her, stretching her even further.

Panic flickered briefly in her mind, alarms ringing as she realized what was happening.

And then it came.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

She could feel the hot rush of Ross’s release spilling deep inside her, filling her in a way that left no doubt about what had just occurred. Her body, however, had a mind of its own.

Rational thought was drowned out by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Her pussy instinctively tightened around him, milking him for every drop, as if it were determined to take everything he had to give.

They came together in perfect, forbidden harmony. Trinity’s climax continued to ripple through her, her body convulsing in pleasure as Ross groaned against her lips.

The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air.

Finally, Ross’s movements slowed, his powerful thrusts coming to a stop. Five minutes passed before he collapsed against her, his weight pressing down on her trembling body.

She felt the heat of his skin against hers, their bodies slick with sweat as he finally let himself rest.

When he rolled off her and onto his side, Trinity felt his cock slide out of her with a soft plop, leaving her pussy sore, stretched, and leaking.

A thick, sticky warmth trickled out of her, a vivid reminder of everything that had transpired.

Her mind snapped back to reality as she hurriedly got up, her legs wobbling as she made her way to the bathroom.

She cleaned herself quickly, her hands trembling as she tried to wash away the evidence of their encounter.

“Please don’t let me get pregnant,” she whispered under her breath, the weight of her actions finally sinking in.

When she returned to the bedroom thirty minutes later, she found Ross still in the same position. His powerful chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, the sound of his loud snores filling the room.

But her eyes widened as they drifted lower. Despite everything, Ross’s massive cock—still impossibly hard—stood tall, ready for another round.

It was a terrifying masterpiece that any man would be lucky to have between their legs.

Trinity sighed, a mixture of relief and disbelief washing over her. At least for now, he was asleep.

Trinity tiptoed back to the bed, her steps cautious and hesitant as though each movement might shatter the fragile silence in the room.

She perched herself at the edge of the mattress, her fingers nervously clutching the blanket beneath her. Her mind was a chaotic storm of guilt, confusion, and an unsettling undercurrent of lingering desire that she couldn’t shake off.

“Oh, dear… please help me,” she murmured in her thoughts, her heart aching as she imagined her husband’s face.

He was always her rock, the one she turned to when she needed support, reassurance, or a way forward. But now, even the thought of him filled her with shame.

How could she ever explain this? What words could possibly justify what had just happened?