Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Chapter 385 Mouse
Ross didn’t stop. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered in a deep, commanding tone, “I’m not done with you yet, Jessica. Not even close.”

Jessica shivered at his words, her body already responding to him again despite the lingering aftershocks of her climax.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips seeking his in a desperate kiss.

Ross pulled back slightly, his hands sliding down to her thighs. He lifted her legs, spreading them wide as he repositioned himself. The sight of her flushed, sweat-slicked body beneath him only fueled his desire.

Her skin glowed with a soft sheen, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

“Ross… I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“You have me,” he growled, his voice rough with emotion.

And with that, he plunged into her again, his thrusts slow but impossibly deep. Jessica moaned loudly, her head falling back against the pillow as he stretched her all over again.

His pace was torturously deliberate, each movement designed to push her closer to another climax without letting her tumble over the edge too soon.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the creak of the bed, the wet, lewd noises of their union, and the symphony of moans and gasps that escaped them both.

Jessica clung to him, her hands tangling in his hair as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Ross… I’m going to come again,” she whispered almost 20 minutes later, her voice breaking with need.

“Then come for me, Jessica,” Ross murmured against her skin.

“Let me feel you lose yourself.”

His words sent her spiraling, and as he thrust into her one final time, her body shattered.

Jessica gasped as she could feel the heat of Ross come and the force of his spurts deep inside her cunt. A fear silently crossed in her mind but Ross also spoke out those fears as if he read her mind perfectly.

“Do you want to get pregnant now, wife?” Ross asked, his voice tinged with playful curiosity as his fingertips traced lazy circles along Jessica’s smooth, bare shoulder.

Jessica paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her flushed face. Her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile before she answered, “No. Not yet, Ross. Maybe a few years from now.”

Her voice was light, but there was an unmistakable sense of certainty in her tone. She wasn’t in a rush. At barely twenty years old, Jessica knew she had more time than she could ever need.

The idea of bearing Ross’s children was a dream she intended to savor—but not now.

Ross smiled warmly at her response.

“As you wish,” he murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead, a gesture filled with love and understanding.

For a moment, they lay in peaceful silence, their breathing steady, their bodies close. But then Jessica’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

She leaned up, brushing her lips against Ross’s ear as her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“I want you to fuck me while I’m bent over the bed, Ross,” she said, her tone low and wicked.

“Fuck me like a bitch.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through him, his body instantly reacting. Ross’s eyes darkened, his desire reignited with ferocious intensity.

“Careful what you wish for, wife,” Ross growled, his voice roughened by lust.

Jessica didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled knowingly and crawled up the bed with a slow, deliberate grace, her every movement designed to entice him.

She positioned herself perfectly, bending over the edge of the mattress with her head resting on the soft sheets. Her hips were raised high, presenting herself to him in the most inviting way.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and longing. Then, she wiggled her hips provocatively, her slick folds brushing against the tip of Ross’s rock-hard cock.

“Come and take me, Ross,” she purred, her voice dripping with temptation.

Ross didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, his hands gripping her soft, round hips as he aligned himself with her entrance.

The sight of her like this—submissive yet utterly confident—unleashed something primal within him.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he gripped her long, silky hair, pulling her head back gently.

“You’re going to regret teasing me like this,” Ross growled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“I hope so,” Jessica whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a low, guttural sound, Ross pushed into her, his cock sliding into her wet heat inch by inch. Jessica gasped sharply, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she adjusted to the fullness of him.

“Ohhhh… Ross…” she moaned, her voice muffled against the bed.

Ross began to move, his hips snapping against hers with increasing force. His thrusts were deep, deliberate, and unrelenting, each one designed to drive her wild.

The bed groaned beneath them, its creaks blending with the wet, lewd sounds of their union.

“Harder, Ross,” Jessica demanded, her voice ragged and filled with need.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me like I belong to you.”

“You do belong to me,” Ross growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he obliged her. He pounded into her with unrestrained passion, his every movement driving her closer to the brink.

Jessica’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

She tried to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him, but Ross’s sheer strength and dominance pinned her in place.

“Ross! I’m so close… don’t stop!” she screamed, her voice rising in desperation.

Ross leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Come for me, Jessica. Let me feel you.”

Her body obeyed instantly. Jessica’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around Ross as she screamed his name.

Her entire body shook, her head buried in the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.

Ross didn’t stop. If anything, her climax spurred him on. He reached down, sliding a hand between her legs to tease her sensitive clit, prolonging her ecstasy.

Jessica’s cries turned into incoherent moans, her body twitching beneath him as the overstimulation pushed her to the edge again.

“Ross… oh, Ross!” she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“You’re beautiful,” Ross growled, his pace unrelenting. He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

Jessica felt him throb inside her, his body tensing as he finally let go. With a deep, guttural groan, Ross spilled into her, his warmth filling her completely.

He collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving as they both struggled to catch their breath.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. Finally, Ross pulled back slightly, pressing a soft kiss to Jessica’s shoulder.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe.

Jessica turned her head, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“And you, my husband, are everything I’ll ever need. I love you.”

“I love you too, wife.”