Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Chapter 341 Spill
Ayla’s breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Ross’s arms wrapped around her protectively, holding her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their shared passion.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their labored breaths and the faint creak of the bed.

Ayla’s thoughts were a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, her body still tingling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Ross’s deep voice broke the silence.

“You were amazing, Ayla. I own you now.”

Ayla could only nod weakly, her cheek pressed against his chest as her eyelids grew heavy. She was too tired to respond, but the contentment in her expression spoke volumes.

For now, all she could do was surrender to the warmth of his embrace and the lingering echoes of pleasure that left her utterly euphoric.

Ross gave Ayla barely a minute to catch her breath before he gently shook her awake.

“The show’s not over yet. Let’s keep going,” he said, his voice low but insistent. He shifted Ayla’s body to the side, his movements fluid and commanding.

Pop!

His cock slid out of Ayla’s pink, swollen pussy with an audible sound that made her flinch slightly.

Ross moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his position directly facing Kevin, whose restrained body was trembling with suppressed emotion.

“Come here, Ayla. Let’s give your dear boyfriend a real live-action smut scene to remember,” Ross said, his words dripping with mockery.

Ayla hesitated for a moment, a shadow of sadness clouding her beautiful face. But she had no choice—this wasn’t just for her survival but for Kevin’s as well.

Summoning her resolve, she moved as instructed, kneeling between Ross’s powerful legs.

She began by trailing her tongue along his cock, starting from the thick base and working her way up to the swollen head.

Her lips trembled as they wrapped around him, her mouth straining against the sheer size of his girth.

Even attempting to suck the head felt like her jaw might give out, but she persisted, driven by desperation and duty.

“That’s it… what a perfect little slut I’ve gained today,” Ross praised, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

His large hand tangled in her long, black hair, guiding her movements as she serviced him.

Ayla tried to keep her thoughts clear, but the sensation of his cock filling her mouth and the memory of how it had stretched her pussy earlier made her body betray her.

Heat pooled in her well ravished pussy, and her breathing grew heavier despite her internal resistance.

Ross hadn’t softened even slightly, his cock remaining as hard and imposing as ever. Ayla couldn’t help but marvel at it, the image of it buried deep inside her flashing through her mind.

The realization made her thighs clench involuntarily, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her.

“I’m becoming so lewd… My mind is turning dirty. This isn’t right,” Ayla thought, battling the changes overtaking her.

Yet, with her mouth wrapped around Ross’s cock, her body humming with suppressed need, her resolve was crumbling.

“Hmmmm…”

“Ohhhhmmm…”

“Hooohhhhh…”

Her muffled moans vibrated against his length as she sucked, her movements becoming more eager despite herself.

The taste of him, the masculine scent that clung to his skin, and the sheer dominance he exuded were overwhelming. It wasn’t long before a forbidden truth began to take root in her mind:

“I want to get fucked by this cock again…”

Ayla froze momentarily, shocked by the thought, but Ross’s voice broke through her haze.

“Heads up, beautiful Ayla,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to mark that pretty face of yours.”

Before she could react, Ross’s cock twitched, and with a guttural growl, he unleashed himself.

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

Thick, hot jets of cum splattered across Ayla’s delicate features, covering her in a torrent of his seed. The warm, sticky substance dripped down her cheeks, onto her lips, and trailed along her neck.

The flow didn’t stop—it was relentless. It felt as though she was being showered in his essence, her entire face becoming a canvas for his dominance.

By the time he was done, Ayla looked as though she had been drenched in a storm of his release.

Ayla’s tongue unconsciously flicked out, licking the traces of Ross’s cum that had landed on her lips. The realization of what she’d just done made her freeze, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

She blushed even harder than when she had been riding Ross’s cock moments earlier.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Ross praised, his voice rich with satisfaction as he admired the sight before him. He didn’t remain idle for long.

Rising to his feet, he reached down and pulled Ayla up from her kneeling position with ease.

With a firm but gentle grip, Ross turned Ayla so that she was facing her bound boyfriend, Kevin.

He guided her forward, his strength leaving no room for hesitation, though his touch was measured, almost calculated. Ayla understood what he wanted—she didn’t need to be told.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she positioned herself. She placed her hands on the armrests of the chair where Kevin was tightly bound with duct tape.

Her beautiful face hovered mere inches from his, their gazes locking for a fleeting moment.

But that was all the interaction they shared.

“Ahhhhhh…”

Ayla’s sweet moan filled the room as Ross positioned himself behind her, his cock teasing her entrance.

With practiced precision, he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock kissing her pink folds before sliding in deeply. Ayla gasped, her body trembling as she was filled once again.

Her tight cunt stretched around Ross’s girth, and the overwhelming fullness made her toes curl.

Her body betrayed her once more, welcoming the intrusion with wetness and heat.

She couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips as Ross began moving, each thrust hitting deeper and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her heart raced, torn between guilt and undeniable ecstasy.