Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Yard
Ross felt his control slipping, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate as he approached the edge.

But he held back, determined to make this first time unforgettable for her.

He reached down to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin as he murmured,

“You’re beautiful, Faith. So beautiful.”

“Hmmmmmm…” Faith’s only response was a soft, breathless moan as her body arched beneath him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as though grounding herself.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in the intensity of their shared passion.

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Ross took Faith with relentless passion, his every movement calculated yet filled with primal intensity.

His hips moved in a steady rhythm at first, building up to a pace that left her gasping and moaning beneath him.

He wanted to take her completely, to make her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

Every thrust, every touch, every brush of his lips against her skin was deliberate, designed to elicit the reactions he craved.

Faith’s body responded instinctively, her soft moans turning into breathless cries.

She clung to him, her nails raking across his back as her body trembled with each deep stroke.

She could feel him everywhere—filling her completely, stretching her, reaching places she hadn’t known existed.

Her mind was a haze of sensations, overwhelmed by the heat coursing through her veins.

“Ohhh… ahhh… Ross…” Her voice was shaky, her breathing uneven as the pleasure built higher and higher.

Ross smirked, watching her closely, savoring the way her body moved beneath him, the way her expressions shifted between shyness, surrender, and ecstasy.

He felt her tighten around him, her inner walls gripping him like a velvet vice.

Each time he thrust into her, it felt as though her body was begging for more, drawing him in deeper.

“You’re so perfect, Faith,” Ross murmured against her ear, his voice rough and low.

His words sent a shiver through her, and he pressed kisses along her jawline and neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“I can feel how much you love this, how much you want me.”

Faith could barely think, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations.

All she could do was hold onto him, her body arching to meet his as if seeking more of him.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, her moans and gasps, and Ross’s low groans of pleasure.

“Ahhh… ohhhh…” Faith’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her voice echoing through the room.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and Ross knew she was close.

The way she gripped him, her tight walls fluttering around his cock in an almost frantic rhythm, made it impossible to mistake the signs.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Ross teased, his tone dripping with confidence as he thrust harder, deeper.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles that sent jolts of pleasure through her already sensitive body.

“Let go, Faith. Come for me.”

Her response was immediate.

“Ross… I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her body tensed beneath him.

And then it happened.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Faith screamed, her back arching as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy spasmed around him, gripping him tightly in rhythmic contractions that left her gasping for air.

The pleasure was overwhelming, coursing through her in relentless waves that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into his shoulders.

Ross groaned deeply, the sensation of her tight, pulsating walls pushing him over the edge.

He thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go before releasing with a low, guttural growl.

His climax was just as intense, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his warmth.

Each spurt sent another jolt of pleasure through his body, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he rode out the high.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

The two of them collapsed together, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their release.

Faith lay beneath him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Her flushed skin glistened with sweat, her hair fanned out messily on the pillow.

Ross brushed a strand of hair from her face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice still thick with emotion.

Faith looked up at him, her eyes dazed and half-lidded, but there was a warmth in her gaze that made his chest tighten.

She smiled shyly, her face still flushed.

The bed was a mess, the sheets damp and tangled beneath them, but neither of them cared.

The room was filled with the lingering warmth of their shared passion, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

For a moment, neither of them moved, content to simply hold each other and savor the aftermath.

“I… I didn’t know it could feel like that,” Faith admitted softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ross smirked, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

“You’re incredible, Faith. I told you I’d take care of you and there’s more I want to show you. Soon.”

Her cheeks flushed even redder, and she averted her gaze, too shy to respond.

But her body remained pressed against his, her arms loosely draped around his neck.

Ross couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction as he held her.

She was his now, completely and undeniably, and he couldn’t wait to explore this connection even further.

The night was far from over, but for now, they lay together, basking in the intimacy they had just shared.

And just a few minutes later, Ross proved that he was far from done.

“Ready for round two?” he asked with a playful smirk, his hand tracing slow, deliberate circles on Faith’s flushed skin.

His voice was deep, tinged with both mischief and confidence, as though he already knew her answer.

Faith could only look up at him, her chest still rising and falling from the intensity of what they’d just shared.

Her body was sensitive, tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure that lingered in her every nerve.

She felt spent, yet there was a part of her—somewhere deep within—that craved more.

“Yes…” she whispered, her voice soft but full of anticipation.