Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Chapter 372 Dividend
Stephany’s fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her as she tried to ground herself, but everything felt surreal, like a dream she couldn’t wake up from.

The initial sting of pain was sharp and unrelenting, her body protesting the impossible stretch.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she struggled to adjust, but then something shifted.

The pain ebbed away, replaced by a slow, smoldering warmth that spread through her.

And then the pleasure hit.

It came in waves, crashing over her, stealing the breath from her lungs and leaving her gasping.

The intensity was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pressure that left her trembling.

She felt completely filled, utterly claimed, and yet… she didn’t hate it.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as she processed the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

A flicker of pride sparked in her chest, surprising her. Somehow, she had taken him—all of him—and the thought sent a strange thrill through her.

“I… I did it…” she murmured softly, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Ross smirked above her, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he held her still, keeping her stretched around him.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration.

Stephany’s heart fluttered at his words, a blush creeping across her cheeks despite the situation.

She couldn’t believe it herself—how her body had managed to accept him, how she had endured and found something extraordinary within the experience.

She felt conquered, undeniably so, but in that surrender, she also felt powerful.

Her body had risen to the challenge, defied the impossible, and now she lay beneath him, stretched and trembling, but filled with an inexplicable sense of triumph.

As Ross began to move, pulling back slightly before pressing in again, Stephany’s breath hitched.

The fullness shifted, the friction sparking a new surge of pleasure that stole the last vestiges of her resistance.

She moaned softly, her voice filled with a mix of pain, pleasure, and surrender.

She had crossed a line she could never return from, and she knew it.

But in that moment, as her body adjusted to him, all she could do was hold on and let herself be carried away by the overwhelming sensations that only Ross could give in her life so far being him was her first man.

“Ughhhhh…” Stephany moaned, her voice trembling as Ross rocked into her with excruciatingly slow, deliberate motions.

Each gentle thrust sent shivers coursing through her, coaxing her body to relax and adjust to his overwhelming size.

Her pussy still felt stretched to its limit, but his controlled rhythm slowly melted away the sharp sting of pain, replacing it with a growing warmth that spread through her like a drug.

Ross’s movements were unhurried, almost tender, as if savoring the way her body clenched and fluttered around him.

Every pull and push sent sparks of sensation shooting through her, and gradually, the pain began to fade entirely, giving way to something new—something better.

Stephany’s moans grew louder, spilling from her lips without restraint, her hips beginning to move on their own.

She couldn’t stop herself from rising to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts, her body craving the fullness and friction that only he could provide.

“How does it feel, Stephany?” Ross’s deep, teasing voice broke through her haze of pleasure.

“Being fucked like this—right in front of your fiancé—and loving every second of it?”

Her breath hitched at his words, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. She couldn’t deny it.

The way her body betrayed her, eagerly lifting to meet each of his slow, powerful thrusts, said everything she couldn’t bring herself to admit.

Ross leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice laced with mockery.

“You’re practically begging for more, raising your hips like a good girl, meeting my gentle, nice thrusts. Admit it—you are loving my big fat cock inside your tight pussy.”

Stephany couldn’t respond. She couldn’t think past the sensations crashing over her. Her eyes fluttered shut as her lips parted, her moans filling the room.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…”

Her voice trembled with every sound she made, her body writhing beneath him as he continued his slow, deliberate pace.

Each thrust seemed to reach deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, building steadily until it eclipsed everything else.

Her mind was drowning in the sensations, overwhelmed by this new, intoxicating experience.

And then Ross shifted, his rhythm quickening just slightly, his hips driving into her with more purpose.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The change made her gasp, her back arching as the pleasure intensified.

“Oh god…” she whimpered, her fingers clutching at his arms. The fullness, the pressure, the heat—it was all too much, and yet she craved more of it.

Stephany couldn’t help but recall the conversations she’d had with her girlfriends, their whispered giggles about how a big cock could make them lose their minds.

At the time, she had blushed and laughed nervously, unconvinced.

But now?

Now she knew they were right.

This was beyond anything she had imagined. It was more than pleasure—it was all-consuming, like her body had been set on fire and only Ross could extinguish it.

Her breaths came faster, her moans growing louder as Ross moved against her, his cock filling her so completely she could feel every ridge and vein.

Her walls clamped down on him, gripping him tightly with every thrust, as if her body didn’t want to let him go.

“Ross… oh god…” she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with need.

“More… please…”

Ross’s smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he obliged her. He thrust harder now, his pace increasing as he watched her unravel beneath him.

Each powerful stroke sent her spiraling further into the depths of pleasure, her cries echoing through the room as her body surrendered completely to his.

Stephany’s mind was a haze of sensation. She felt him everywhere—filling her, stretching her, claiming her.