Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 454

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Rachel’s hips bucked against his, her hands clawing at his back, her legs locking around him as if she never wanted to let go.

The room seemed to spin around her, the world narrowing to nothing but the two of them and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for air.

Her pussy clenched and pulsed around Ross’s cock, milking him with a rhythm that was almost primal.

Waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core, rippling through her body like shockwaves from an earthquake.

Each contraction was more intense than the last, her muscles tightening and releasing in a relentless cycle that left her trembling and weak.

Her vision blurred, her head spinning as the sheer intensity of her climax threatened to overwhelm her.

“Ross… oh God, Ross…” she moaned, her voice a broken whisper as she clung to him, her nails digging into his skin.

Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending firing in unison as she rode out the waves of her release.

It was as if her entire being had been consumed by the pleasure, her mind blank except for the overwhelming awareness of him—his body, his scent, the way he filled her so completely.

Ross, too, was swept up in the intensity of the moment. The way Rachel’s body responded to him, the way she screamed his name, the way she clung to him as if he were her lifeline—it was intoxicating.

He could feel his own climax building, spurred on by her passion, but he held on, determined to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust into her, each stroke driving her higher and higher.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re incredibly awesome, Rachel. Your pussy is mine!”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she cried out again, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

It was too much, and yet not enough—she wanted more, needed more, even as her body threatened to give out from the sheer intensity of it all.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to hold on, to stay present in the moment.

Finally, as the last tremors of her orgasm began to subside, Rachel collapsed against him, her body spent but her heart full.

She could feel Ross’s own release building, his movements growing more urgent as he chased his own climax.

She held him tightly, her arms wrapped around him as she whispered his name, urging him on.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ross came, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

Pew

Pew

Pew

He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he rode out the waves of his own release.

For a moment, they simply held each other, their bodies still joined, their hearts pounding in unison.

As the aftershocks of their passion faded, Rachel lay in Ross’s arms, her head resting on his chest.

She could hear the steady beat of his heart, feel the rise and fall of his breath, and in that moment, she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known in weeks.

The frustration, the longing, the emptiness—it was all gone, replaced by a deep, abiding satisfaction.

“I missed this,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. “I missed you.”

Ross tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I missed you too, Rachel,” he replied, his voice equally soft. “More than you know.”

For a long time, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the past, not the future, not the complications that lay ahead.

All that mattered was the here and now, and the undeniable connection they shared.

“Yohooo! Way to go, Ross!” one of the men shouted, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and envy.

The room was alive with energy, the air thick with tension and desire as the group of onlookers watched the scene unfold before them.

“Can you let us have a taste of that pussy too?” another called out, his voice dripping with desperation.

“Yeah, Ross! Pretty please!” a third added, his tone pleading as he gestured toward Rachel’s voluptuous form.

The thugs and hoodlums surrounding them were captivated, their eyes glued to Rachel’s deliciously ripe body.

Even though they had just finished satisfying their own urges moments ago, the sight of her—her curves, her movements, the way she responded to Ross—was enough to make them hard all over again.

It was the effect of a truly beautiful woman, one who could ignite desire with just a glance, and Rachel was the epitome of that allure.

Ross, however, wasn’t about to share. He shot the men a sly grin, his arms tightening protectively around Rachel as he lifted her effortlessly from the ground.

“Sorry, boys. Not tonight,” he said, his voice firm but playful. “This one’s all mine.”

The men groaned in disappointment, but they didn’t argue. They knew better than to challenge Ross, especially when he had that look in his eyes—the look of a man who wasn’t willing to compromise.

Carrying Rachel to a nearby table, Ross set her down gently before spreading her legs wide.

Her black dress clung to her body like a second skin, the fabric accentuating every curve and leaving just enough to the imagination to make the sight even more tantalizing.

In that moment, she looked more seductive than if she had been completely naked, the combination of her exposed skin and the teasing fabric driving Ross—and every other man in the room—wild with desire.

Ross didn’t waste any time. Positioning himself between her legs, he entered her with a single, powerful thrust, drawing a gasp from Rachel as her body welcomed him.