Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Chapter 444 Lumber
But Jimmy’s body refused to listen. If he barged in now on what was happening in the other room then that would jeopardize their entire operation.

He hated this. Hated how his heart pounded at the sight of her being claimed by another man. Hated how a sick part of him wanted to see more.

This had never happened before. Not like this.

And the fact that Ross was much bigger than him made Jimmy even more angry. The world was really unfair!

His jealousy burned like wildfire, threatening to consume him whole, but beneath it all was something darker.

A craving. A hunger he couldn’t fully understand—or maybe one he refused to name.

But one thing was certain.

By the time this night was over, his wife—his Rachel—was going to get fucked so hard she wouldn’t even remember another man had touched her.

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“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

Rachel went at it, her body moving instinctively, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that had taken hold of her.

Every second that passed pushed her deeper into the haze of arousal, making it harder to think—harder to resist.

She had no idea why she was this turned on, only that she was, and it was becoming unbearable.

“Nooooo…” she moaned, her voice trembling between defiance and surrender.

Her hips moved wildly, grinding against Ross in a desperate attempt to chase the pleasure that continued to elude her.

She felt the thick, swollen tip of his cock brush dangerously close to slipping inside her again, teasing her soaked, aching entrance.

The thought alone sent a shudder through her, making her body tremble with need.

Time became meaningless. Five minutes. Ten. Almost twelve. And still—Ross hadn’t come.

His stamina was unreal, almost torturous, and it left Rachel feeling both awed and desperate.

Her own body was crying out for release, begging for it, yet no matter how hard she moved, no matter how much she grinded and rocked against him, she couldn’t come.

Frustration gnawed at her insides, mixing with the unbearable heat coursing through her veins.

“I have to do something.” The thought burned in her mind, urgent and insistent.

Acting purely on instinct, she threw herself onto Ross, pressing her slick, heated body against his and capturing his lips in a deep, feverish kiss.

“Mmmh…” she moaned into his mouth, kissing him with a desperation that made her toes curl.

Ross responded immediately, his lips crashing against hers with a passion that sent sparks through her entire body.

Ohhh, he could kiss.

And not just kiss—he knew exactly how to do it, how to take control, how to make her melt.

His technique was flawless.

One moment, his lips were rough and demanding, taking everything she had to give; the next, he was slow and teasing, coaxing moans from her with nothing but the brush of his tongue.

He was unpredictable, keeping her on edge, making her feel like she was floating between heaven and hell.

Rachel was completely undone.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she deepened the kiss, trying to pull him even closer.

She could feel the hard planes of his body beneath her, his heat searing into her skin.

The way he touched her, kissed her, devoured her, sent waves of electricity coursing through her veins.

She had never felt like this before.

It was perfect. It was too much. It was exactly what she needed.

And yet—damn it—she still couldn’t come.

The realization hit her like a slap, sending another wave of frustration through her.

She was burning up, shaking, desperate beyond belief, and yet the release she craved continued to evade her.

Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Ross’s. Her body was trembling, her core throbbing with unfulfilled pleasure.

“Why…?” she whispered, half to herself, half to him.

Ross smirked, his hands running down her back, his voice dark and teasing.

“Impatient, aren’t we?”

Rachel let out a frustrated whimper, her body moving against his once more, searching—demanding—for the pleasure she so desperately needed.

But he wasn’t going to let her have it so easily.

And that realization only made her want him more.

Ross was a master at this game, and he played with absolute finesse.

Before Rachel could voice another protest, he silenced her with another deep, consuming kiss, his lips moving against hers with practiced ease.

His hands traced a slow, teasing path down her sides before finding their way to her full, heaving breasts.

Pressed so tightly against his chest, they were an irresistible temptation.

He fondled them freely, kneading the supple flesh, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure.

Rachel gasped, her moans spilling into his mouth as her body shuddered from the overwhelming sensation.

Every flick of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight down to her core, making her thighs tremble as she instinctively ground against him.

Everything about her—the way her breath hitched, the way she arched into his touch, the desperate little whimpers escaping her lips—told him exactly how close she was.

And yet, despite her need, despite how desperately she should have been able to come, Ross still didn’t let her.

He knew there was only one way to truly satisfy the ache building inside her, and he wasn’t about to let her off so easily.

Time became a blur, stretching endlessly as the torturous dance continued.

Five minutes.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Rachel’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with unbearable tension.

Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling in ragged pants as she writhed against him.

And yet, no matter how she moved, no matter how much she ground herself against his cock, the release she desperately craved remained just out of reach.

By the time thirty minutes had passed, she was trembling, her frustration reaching a fever pitch.

Still—nothing.

She should have come by now. She would have come by now.