Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 357 Industry
Ross’s fingers found her clit, circling it gently, and Emma cried out, her body jerking at the sudden burst of pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I can feel how much you want this.”

Emma whimpered in response, her hips moving on their own as she sought more of his touch.

But just as she felt herself getting close to release, Ross pulled his hand away, leaving her trembling and desperate.

“You’re teasing me,” she managed to gasp, her voice breaking with frustration.

“Of course I am,” Ross said with a wicked grin. “You deserve more than just being fucked, Emma. I want to make sure this is something you’ll never forget.”

Emma’s body trembled beneath him as his cock returned to her entrance, pressing against her folds with a firm but unyielding pressure.

She tried to push her hips upward, desperate to take him in, but it was no use. He was too big, and the stretch was almost unbearable.

“Relax,” Ross murmured, his voice soothing. “Let me take care of you.”

His hands slid to her hips, holding her firmly in place as he pressed forward again, this time with slightly more force.

The blunt head of his cock slipped just inside her, and Emma’s eyes widened as a mix of pain and pleasure shot through her.

“Oh my God…” she moaned, her head falling back against the pillow.

Ross stilled, giving her time to adjust, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re so tight,” he said softly, his tone filled with awe. “I can feel you squeezing me already.”

Emma whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hands clung to his arms.

“It’s… it’s so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“You can take it,” Ross assured her, his voice firm but gentle. “I’ll go slow. Trust me.”

And he did. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed deeper, his cock stretching her in ways she had never imagined.

The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure, building with every centimeter he claimed.

Emma’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps as her body adjusted to his size.

Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red marks as she tried to ground herself in the overwhelming sensation.

“Ross…” she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleading and surrender.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

“Take me, Emma. Take all of me.”

When he was finally buried to the hilt, they both paused, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling.

Emma felt utterly filled, stretched to her limit but completely connected to him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.

“You’re perfect,” Ross said, his voice thick with emotion.

He kissed her deeply, his hips beginning to move in slow, deliberate thrusts that made her gasp with every stroke.

Emma clung to him, her body responding to his in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, building her arousal higher and higher until she thought she might explode.

“Ross… I’m… I’m going to…” she stammered, her body trembling as she felt her release approaching just one minute after they started fucking.

“Let go,” he whispered, his voice a command and a promise.

“I’ve got you. Come for me, Emma. Come hard on my cock.”

“Yessssssss!” And with one final thrust, Emma shattered, her orgasm washing over her in waves that left her trembling and gasping for air.

Ross followed moments later, his own release spilling into her as they clung to each other, their bodies and souls entwined.

In that moment, Emma knew she would never forget this night. Ross hadn’t just made her feel wanted—he had made her feel alive.

Five minutes later, Ross began moving again. Emma’s dress was still draped over her body, the fabric bunched up around her waist.

The sight of her in that slightly disheveled state, still partially clothed, was intoxicating to him.

There was something deliciously sinful about fucking her like this—half-dressed, utterly vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.

“Ross… I’m tired. I just came,” Emma whispered weakly, her body trembling beneath him.

“Please, let me rest.”

Ross smirked, his confidence unshaken.

“Check again,” he replied, his voice laced with teasing dominance.

Emma opened her mouth to protest further, but the words caught in her throat as Ross picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out with increasing force.

The rhythm of his thrusts sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, stealing what little strength she thought she had left.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, echoing like a symphony of raw, primal desire.

Emma’s breaths turned into soft moans, and soon, she found herself succumbing once more to the waves of ecstasy that Ross so effortlessly brought out of her.

It didn’t take long before she felt the telltale signs of another orgasm building deep within her.

She should’ve been exhausted, her limbs heavy and her body spent—but instead, she felt an electrifying energy coursing through her veins, as if Ross’s touch had awakened something primal and untamed inside her.

“Ross… slower,” Emma pleaded breathlessly, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“I want to feel you—your big, fat cock inside me. Let me take my time.”

But instead of slowing down, Ross only smirked and thrust harder, his pace relentless.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Emma’s cries grew louder with each movement, her body arching off the bed as pleasure overtook her.

He drove into her with an almost feral intensity, every stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

The pressure became unbearable, and her second orgasm of the night crashed over her like a tidal wave.

“Ross! Oh my God, Ross!” she screamed, her nails digging into his skin as her body convulsed around him.

“I’m cominggggggg!” Emma screamed again this time at the top of her lungs, her voice raw with pleasure as her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking him for everything he had.