Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 447

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Jimmy’s stomach twisted as he watched her body move, watched how her soaking-wet pussy stretched around Ross’s thick cock, taking him to the hilt.

She fit around him so perfectly, her walls gripping him tightly, sucking him in with each thrust.

The sounds—

Lewd, wet squelches filled the room, mixing with Rachel’s breathy whimpers and broken moans.

It was unreal.

Unbelievable.

Jimmy felt like he was in a nightmare—one where he was forced to sit here and watch as his wife was taken, used, ruined, fucked beyond reason.

His chest heaved, his heartbeat erratic.

And then he saw it—

Ross’s cock, glistening with Rachel’s arousal, covered in thick, creamy ropes of her release.

His entire length was coated in her juices, even his balls dripping with evidence of just how deeply he had taken her.

Jimmy swallowed hard, his throat dry.

The sheer obscenity of it—the way Rachel’s body responded, the way she gave herself away so completely— made his blood boil.

But he still couldn’t look away.

His mind whispered a truth he refused to accept.

She had never looked like this with him.

Not once.

Not even close.

Rachel’s breath hitched as Ross’s hands roamed over her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish attention on her neck.

His lips were warm and insistent, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they moved upward, tracing the curve of her jawline.

When he reached her ear, he paused, his breath hot against her skin, before teasing her with a slow, deliberate lick that made her gasp.

“Ross…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and desperation.

Her hands tightened in his hair, urging him on as she lost herself in the sensation.

Jimmy watched from across the room, his heart pounding in his chest.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife, her head thrown back in abandon, her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure.

Her eyes were closed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as if she were on the brink of something transcendent.

She looked ethereal, like a woman caught between this world and another, completely consumed by the moment.

Ross’s hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer.

His voice was low and rough, filled with a hunger that matched her own. “Tell me how much you want this, Rachel,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“I want it… I want you,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she struggled to form the words. “Please, Ross… don’t stop.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” he asked, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles.

“Yes…” she moaned, her body trembling under his touch.

“It’s so good, Ross. You’re so good.”

“And this?” he murmured, shifting his attention to her neck once more, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her gasp.

“Do you like it when I do this?”

“Yes!” she cried, her voice rising in pitch as her hips rocked against him.

“Please, don’t stop… I need more.”

Ross’s smirk widened, his confidence growing with every sound she made.

“Is my cock big enough for you, Rachel?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with a hint of vulnerability.

“Yessss…” she breathed, her voice barely audible as she struggled to form the words.

“It’s perfect, Ross. You’re perfect.”

“Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever had?” he pressed, his hands tightening on her hips as he held her in place.

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice trembling with need. “You’re the best, Ross. No one else compares.”

“Do you love it?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers.

“Yes!” she cried, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if she were afraid he might pull away. “I love it, Ross. Please, don’t stop… fuck me more!”

Her words seemed to ignite something in him, and he moved with renewed urgency, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her movements.

Rachel’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.

She felt herself teetering on the edge, her world narrowing to the feel of his hands on her skin, the sound of his voice in her ear, the heat of his body pressed against hers.

“That’s it, Rachel,” Ross murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let go. Come on my big cock.”

And with those words, she did. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her cries echoing through the room as she surrendered completely to the moment. Ross held her tightly, his own release following close behind, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered her name.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high together.

Rachel’s head rested against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she savored the warmth of his embrace. She felt spent, utterly and completely, but also more alive than she had in years.

Jimmy watched from the corner of the room, his heart aching with a strange mix of emotions.

He knew he should feel jealous, angry even, but all he could feel was a deep, aching longing.

He wanted to be the one to make her feel that way, to be the one she turned to in moments of passion and vulnerability.

But for now, all he could do was watch, and wait, and hope that someday, she might look at him the way she looked at Ross.

The night was far from over. Ross and Rachel showed no signs of slowing down, their passion burning brighter with every passing moment.