Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Chapter 443 Library
“This is bad. I need to get off him for a bit.”

Rachel’s mind was in turmoil as she looked down, her breath hitching at the sight before her.

Ross still had so much more to give—so much more of his thick, throbbing length that had yet to claim her completely.

Right now, only the tip of his cock was nestled inside her, and even that felt overwhelming.

It was a dangerous line she was walking, one that could lead to complete ruin if she wasn’t careful.

She bit her lip, trying to gather the strength to pull away. It wasn’t easy.

Every nerve in her body screamed at her to sink down, to take more, to surrender to the forbidden pleasure that beckoned her.

But she couldn’t—she shouldn’t.

With sheer willpower, she forced herself to move.

“Ahhhhhh…”

A sweet, shuddering moan slipped past her lips as Ross’s thick head withdrew from the snug confines of her wet, trembling pussy.

The sensation sent an illicit thrill up her spine, making her thighs quiver as she lifted herself completely off him.

Pop.

The sound of his cock leaving her sent a deep pang of both relief and frustration through her body.

She let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. It was done.

She had stopped herself—just barely.

She dared to look at Ross.

He was watching her with a smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement and something far more dangerous.

“Why pull out?” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. “We both know you want it.”

Rachel swallowed hard. He was right. She did want it. She wanted it so badly it hurt.

But she had to think ahead, had to remind herself of the plan.

“Later,” she said, composing herself. “We have all the time in the world for that.”

Ross raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push. He knew as well as she did that this wasn’t the end—far from it.

Rachel took a deep, steadying breath. Her plan was simple: make Ross come one more time. That would be it for tonight.

He had already finished twice, and if she could push him over the edge again, he likely wouldn’t be able to get hard anymore.

That would save her. That would keep her tight, married pussy from taking in another man—at least for now.

But this wasn’t over.

They both knew it.

Their affair had only just begun, and soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

Ross would fall so deeply in love with her that he’d do anything she asked. She had seen it happen before.

Men—strong, powerful, and dangerous—had crumbled at her feet, utterly devoted, willing to sacrifice everything just for a taste of her affection.

She recalled one man in particular, a ruthless mafia boss who had ruled with an iron fist, feared by everyone in his path.

And yet, when he discovered she had only been using him, he had broken down, sobbing like a child.

His tears had meant nothing to her then, just as Ross’s would mean nothing to her now.

Rachel had hardened her heart long ago. This was nothing more than a means to an end.

She reminded herself why she was doing this—not for love, not for lust, but for the greater good.

If playing with a man’s heart could save countless lives, then she would not hesitate.

One man’s downfall was a small price to pay for the safety of millions.

With that thought, she repositioned herself over Ross’s thick, pulsing cock, her slick folds brushing against the rigid length.

Heat flared between them, raw and electric, but she forced herself to stay focused. She wasn’t here to indulge—only to control.

She began to move, rubbing her dripping sex against him, teasing him with slow, deliberate friction.

His cock twitched beneath her, eager, desperate, but she wouldn’t give him what he wanted just yet.

“Look at me, Ross,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

His gaze snapped to hers, dark and hungry, filled with barely restrained desire.

Holding his stare, she reached up and grasped her pink nipples, twisting them hard between her fingers.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pleasure shot through her. She arched her back, putting herself on full display, knowing exactly what this would do to him.

Any other man would have lost control then and there. A lesser man would have spilled himself instantly, unable to withstand such an intoxicating sight.

But Ross was no ordinary man.

He clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing, his restraint remarkable—almost infuriating. Rachel smirked, her eyes glinting with challenge.

“You’re holding back,” she murmured, rolling her hips again, dragging herself against him with agonizing slowness. “But for how long?”

***

“Fuck!”

Jimmy was seething in the other room, his hands balled into fists as he stared at the screen, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

His blood was boiling, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He had replayed the part. That part. The exact moment when Ross’s thick cockhead stretched his wife’s pink cunt wide, forcing her open in a way that was both obscene and mesmerizing.

It was raw. It was lewd. And it was burned into his mind, replaying like a broken record no matter how much he wanted to push it away.

His fingers twitched as he hit the replay button again. And again.

The way Rachel’s pussy struggled to take Ross in, how it hugged the tip so tightly before finally spreading around it—it was a sight so filthy, so undeniably erotic, that it sent an ugly shiver down his spine.

His stomach twisted in knots of jealousy, but the worst part was that it wasn’t just anger coursing through him.

His cock throbbed in his pants, painfully hard.

Why the fuck am I hard?

He clenched his jaw, his pride screaming at him to look away, to turn the damn thing off and storm into the next room to confront her.