Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Chapter 342 Sunshine
“Hmmmmp!” Kevin’s eyes widened, his breathing ragged as he was forced to watch the intimate act.

His emotions churned—rage, shame, and helplessness battled for dominance as the woman he loved was taken before him, her moans echoing in his ears.

Ross’s pace quickened, his grip tightening on Ayla’s hips as he drove into her with relentless power. Ayla’s cries grew louder, her head lowering as her body gave itself over to the sensations.

She felt her own arousal building once again, a deep heat pooling low in her belly.

Kevin’s jaw clenched as he tried to look away, but Ross’s voice cut through the room like a whip.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes, Kevin,” Ross commanded, his tone dripping with dominance. “You need to see just how much your little girlfriend loves being fucked by a real man.”

Tears welled in the corners of Kevin’s eyes, threatening to spill over as he struggled internally against the torment of the scene before him. Yet, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t avert his gaze.

Some invisible force seemed to bind him, keeping his eyes wide open and his head locked in place, forcing him to bear witness to the raw, unfiltered display of passion unfolding mere inches away.

His heart ached with a mix of anguish and helplessness, each second dragging on like an eternity as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room.

Every gasp, every moan, every wet slap of skin against skin was a cruel reminder of his powerless state.

Meanwhile, Ayla was losing herself, her body moving in rhythm with Ross’s powerful thrusts.

She clung to the armrests, her fingers digging into the fabric as she moaned shamelessly, her hips meeting Ross’s movements despite her initial resistance.

“Ross… please… more…” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ross smirked, leaning down so his lips were near her ear.

“You’ll get more, Ayla. I’ll make sure of it.”

Ross drove into Ayla with relentless force, his pace unyielding as he claimed her completely. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her cries mixing with the sound of their heated bodies colliding.

At first, the sheer intensity of his movements overwhelmed her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as her body struggled to adjust to his almost primal rhythm.

But soon, as if her body had been made for this, Ayla adapted.

Her hips began to move instinctively, meeting Ross halfway, their movements creating a perfect, carnal rhythm. The pleasure was staggering, coursing through her in waves so intense they nearly broke her.

She didn’t even need to think about controlling her muscles—her pussy clenched around him with a natural tightness that heightened every sensation for both of them.

Despite Ross’s relentless pace, her body remained impossibly snug, as though designed to take him in.

Ayla could feel it—the change within her, profound and irreversible. Ross’s essence had seeped into her very being, altering her at a level she couldn’t fully comprehend.

She wasn’t the same woman she had been before this. Her stamina, her energy, even her very existence had transcended human limits.

She knew, without a doubt, that she could go on like this for days, weeks even, if that’s what Ross wanted.

Her body was no longer bound by mortal constraints, molded instead to match his insatiable desires.

“Ahhhhhh…” Ayla moaned shamelessly, her voice thick with pleasure. Her cries echoed in the room, unrestrained and raw, yet her eyes remained tightly shut.

She couldn’t bring herself to face the reality of what she was doing—the thought of her boyfriend, his face twisted in despair, was too much to bear.

Guilt clawed at her heart, but it was powerless against the overwhelming sensations Ross unleashed in her.

Ross’s hands moved to her breasts, his touch possessive and masterful. He cupped the soft flesh with a firm grip, kneading her with a precision that left her breathless.

His fingers found her nipples, rolling and pinching them in a way that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her.

Each tug and twist ignited her senses, the added stimulation pushing her further into the depths of ecstasy.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned louder, her back arching involuntarily as he toyed with her sensitive peaks.

The combined sensations of his relentless thrusts and the expert attention to her breasts made her body tremble uncontrollably. Her mind was awash in pleasure, drowning out any lingering guilt or hesitation.

Her hips moved back hashly, pulling him deeper inside her as if her body couldn’t get enough. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, stretching her in ways that left her gasping for air.

Her body reacted instinctively, her hips rolling and grinding against him in a desperate attempt to draw him even closer.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered darkly, “You feel so good, Ayla. Like you were made for me. Don’t hold back… let me hear you.” His voice was low and commanding, sending shivers down her spine.

“Uggghhhhh…” Ayla whimpered, her moans growing louder as she obeyed his words. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with the pleasure he brought her.

She no longer cared about the consequences or the morality of what she was doing. All that mattered in this moment was the way Ross made her feel—desired, wanted, and utterly consumed by him.

His pace quickened, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red streaks in their wake as she clung to him.

She couldn’t hold back any longer, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink of release.

“Ross…” she moaned his name, her voice trembling with need. Her body betrayed her completely, responding to his every touch, his every movement, with an intensity she couldn’t control.

Ross smirked against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

“I’m here, Ayla,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Whenever you want me, wherever you want me—I’ll be there to fill that sweet, tight void inside you.”