Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 462

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Their breathing grew ragged as their mouths moved in sync, saliva mixing in a wet, heated dance.

Ross loved it this way—raw, untamed, utterly devouring.

His mouth began its descent, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still.

When he reached her breasts, he didn’t hesitate, taking one hardened pink nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily while his tongue flicked against the sensitive peak.

Trinity arched beneath him, her fingers digging into the sheets as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.

But Ross wasn’t done.

He shifted lower, his lips ghosting over her stomach, pressing a kiss just above her navel before continuing downward.

He took his time, savoring every inch of her, until he finally reached her most intimate place.

Trinity’s breath hitched as she felt his warm breath against her slick folds.

She barely had time to react before Ross’s mouth was on her, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

“Ah—” she gasped, her body jolting at the sensation.

Ross groaned against her, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her still as he delved deeper.

His tongue moved with expert precision, teasing, stroking, exploring every inch of her swollen, needy flesh.

He was relentless, lapping up her arousal, sucking on her most sensitive spot until she writhed beneath him, her legs trembling.

The pleasure built quickly, winding tighter and tighter until she could no longer hold back.

“Ross—I’m coming!” Trinity whimpered, her voice hushed but filled with desperation.

Her body tensed, her muscles clenching as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She came hard, her release spilling onto Ross’s eager tongue, and he drank it down greedily, as though he had been waiting for this moment forever.

Ross didn’t stop.

Like a man lost in the desert, he continued to devour her, his tongue lapping up every last drop of her essence.

His hands tightened around her thighs, holding her in place as he pushed her further, as if he intended to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.

Trinity’s mind was hazy, her body pliant beneath him. And yet, deep down, a single thought remained clear—this was just the beginning.

“Hahhh…” Trinity panted heavily, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, her entire body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

She had never experienced anything like this—never felt her body unravel in such an earth-shattering way.

For years, ever since Robert had suddenly become impotent, she had been left to fend for herself, relying on her own fingers to chase the pleasure that always felt just out of reach.

And while she had managed to find release, those moments were nothing but shallow ripples, brief and unsatisfying.

But this…

What Ross had just given her wasn’t a ripple.

It was a tsunami—overwhelming, all-consuming, a force of nature that left her breathless, dazed, and desperate for more.

Her mind swam in a haze of lingering pleasure as she turned her head toward Robert, her heartbeat spiking in fear.

What if he had woken up? What if he had seen everything?

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she studied his face.

Still asleep.

His breathing was steady, his body unmoving. Relief flooded through her, a weight lifting from her chest.

She wasn’t sure how she would have explained this if he had woken up—if he had witnessed what she had just done with Ross.

But just as that relief settled, Ross was on her again.

His lips crashed against hers, capturing her in another deep, searing kiss.

His tongue slid between her lips, claiming her, exploring her mouth with a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

She tasted herself on him—the lingering essence of her own arousal coating his lips.

She should have been embarrassed. She should have been disgusted.

But she wasn’t.

Instead, she found herself lost in the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

Her body burned with renewed hunger, her legs parting instinctively as she pressed herself against him, craving his touch, craving more.

And then—

“It’s here!”

Trinity’s mind screamed as she suddenly felt something thick, hot, and impossibly hard pressing against her entrance.

Ross’s cock—huge, throbbing, and demanding—was nudging against her slick folds, teasing her, stretching her just with its sheer size.

Her breath caught in her throat.

This was it.

He was about to claim her again.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders as anticipation and fear warred inside her.

She remembered this feeling—how he had filled her before, how he had ruined her for all other men.

Even her husband Robert was a pale imitation to his massive cock.

And now, here they were again.

She knew she should stop this. She knew this was wrong.

But when Ross pushed forward, just slightly, just enough for her to feel the overwhelming stretch—

She knew she wouldn’t.

“Oh… my…” Trinity whispered into Ross’s ear, her breath hitching as he slid deeper inside her.

Her voice was barely audible, a trembling murmur that sent a shiver down Ross’s spine.

She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her in a way that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.

Her pussy walls clenched eagerly around Ross’s thick, throbbing cock, as if they had been starved for this very moment.

It had been so long since she’d felt this kind of raw, unbridled pleasure, and her body was responding like it had been waiting for him all along.

“Ughhhhh…” A low, guttural moan escaped her lips as Ross bottomed out, his length pressing firmly against her cervix.

There was a sharp twinge of pain, but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense it made her head spin.

Her entire body felt electrified, every nerve alight with sensation.

Ross paused, giving her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips firmly but gently.

She could feel the restraint in his touch, the way he held himself back, and it only made her want him more.

A full minute passed, the air thick with tension, before Ross began to move.