Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 414

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Ten agonizing minutes crawled by, each second stretching endlessly as Anne battled against her own limits.

Every muscle in her body tensed, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her mind screamed with conflicting desires.

“I’m coming! Oh no, not yet!”

“I’m coming! No, I can’t!”

Her inner voice was frantic, a desperate chant of denial.

She was so close to the edge that it felt inevitable, like a tidal wave she couldn’t outrun.

Yet, just when she was sure she’d lose control, that same unrelenting force returned to her aid—a strange, inexplicable willpower that kept her teetering on the brink.

Ross, still beneath her, watched her struggle with a quiet, smug satisfaction.

His hands gripped her firmly, keeping her pinned in place as though he had all the time in the world.

His grin was maddening, a silent proclamation of dominance that left her trembling.

He didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to. His actions spoke volumes.

And then, with a deliberate motion, he let her go.

Freed from his hold, Anne froze for a heartbeat, staring at him in shock.

His expression didn’t change—calm, knowing, as though daring her to take charge.

Something inside her snapped.

The tension, the frustration, the overwhelming desire—all of it boiled over into a singular, uncontrollable impulse.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Anne threw herself into motion, riding Ross with an intensity that surprised even her.

Her movements were wild, desperate, and relentless, each thrust a plea for the release she’d been holding back for so long.

Her mind blanked, the world around her fading until there was nothing but the two of them, locked in this primal dance.

Her breath came in sharp, uneven cries as the pressure inside her built to a breaking point.

She couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down—not now. Her body demanded satisfaction, and she was powerless to resist any longer.

“Coming!” she screamed, her voice loud and raw with emotion.

Her body convulsed, bucking wildly as the climax ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

The release was overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure that drowned out every thought, every sound, every sensation except for the sheer, undeniable bliss of the moment.

Anne lay limp in the aftermath of her orgasm, her body trembling and her mind swimming in a haze of euphoria.

She felt utterly defeated, unable to muster even the slightest bit of strength as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

She couldn’t deny it—she had completely lost to Ross. And yet, there was no bitterness in that realization.

If anything, her defeat came with an odd sense of satisfaction.

That was, without question, the most mind-shattering climax she had ever experienced.

“I lost,” she murmured softly, her voice laced with exhaustion and a hint of amusement.

As her gaze dropped to where their bodies were still connected, a fresh wave of heat surged through her.

Her thick, sticky release coated Ross’s cock entirely, the sight both mortifying and oddly thrilling.

But what truly shocked her was that Ross was still as hard as ever, his length pulsing against her even after everything.

“You did,” Ross confirmed with a wicked grin, his tone dripping with smug confidence.

“So, Penny stays with me. That’s settled. But before we call it a night, it’s my turn to finish.”

Before she could fully process his words, Ross gently but firmly moved her, laying her back against the sofa bed.

Anne’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized his intentions.

“Wait, Ross! Just give me a moment,” she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’m still so sensitive down there, and I—”

Her protest was abruptly cut off as Ross thrust into her without warning, the sudden invasion sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through her oversensitized body.

A gasp tore from her lips, her back arching involuntarily as her hands shot up to grip his shoulders.

“Ross—wait! It’s too much!” she managed to cry out, but her words fell on deaf ears.

Ross was relentless, his movements rough and demanding, each powerful stroke driving deep into her.

The sofa bed creaked beneath them as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against hers with a ferocity that left her breathless.

Anne’s mind spun, caught between protest and submission, her body betraying her as it responded to his every thrust.

Her hands clung to him desperately, nails digging into his skin as she cried out again, her voice a mix of resistance and uncontrollable pleasure.

Every nerve in her body was on fire, the sensitivity making each sensation sharper, more overwhelming.

“Ross, I can’t—” she tried again, but her words dissolved into incoherent moans as he silenced her with his actions.

He was unyielding, his focus singular as he pushed her further and further past her limits.

Anne could feel herself unraveling all over again, her overstimulated body teetering on the edge of yet another release.

She knew she was in for a long, hard night, and as Ross showed no signs of slowing down, a part of her accepted that there was no escaping what was to come.

Pak

Pak

Pak

“Ahhhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…”

Anne spent an entire day and night with Ross, surrendering herself completely to his every whim.

He pushed her to her limits, letting her experience wave after wave of intense pleasure, each more overwhelming than the last.

She became his willing plaything, a vessel for his desires, and yet she relished every moment of it.

Each touch, each command, and each climax left her craving more, her body and mind entirely captivated by him.

The next day, she sent Ross off without even letting him take Penny, her body still reeling from the aftermath of their time together.

She struggled to walk properly, her legs trembling and unsteady after spending so many hours stretched and thoroughly claimed by Ross and his big, thick cock.

The memory of their relentless passion lingered in every ache and twinge, a reminder of how thoroughly he had dominated her.