Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 463 Detail
Slowly at first, his hips rocking into her with deliberate, measured strokes.

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The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic cadence that seemed to echo in the silence.

Trinity’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to steady herself.

Ross’s pace was gentle, almost teasing, but she could feel the hunger building in him, the way his muscles tensed with each thrust.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned, her voice trembling as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

“Ohhhhh…” Her back arched, her body instinctively seeking more of him, more of the delicious friction that was driving her wild.

“Hmmmmpp…” She bit down on her lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to escape.

Her eyes flicked toward her husband, Robert, asleep just a few feet away.

Her heart raced as she checked to make sure he was still undisturbed—thankfully, he was.

The risk of being caught only heightened her arousal, sending a thrill through her that made her tight pussy clench around Ross even tighter.

Ross noticed, a sly grin spreading across his face. “You tightened even more around me, Trinity,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“Does the thought of Robert finding us turn you on even more?”

Trinity’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t deny the truth. The idea of being discovered, of Robert waking up to see her like this, sent a jolt of excitement through her that she couldn’t ignore.

Her pussy responded instinctively, gripping Ross’s cock even tighter, as if trying to pull him deeper inside her.

Ross chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on her hips as he picked up the pace.

His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, each one driving her closer to the edge.

Trinity’s moans grew louder, despite her efforts to keep quiet, and she buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sounds.

Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, threatening to explode.

“That’s it,” Ross growled, his voice rough with desire. “Let go, Trinity. I want to feel you come undone around me.”

His words pushed her over the edge. With a muffled cry, Trinity’s body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came hard around him.

Ross didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he chased his own release. Moments later, he followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her with a low, satisfied groan.

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For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still connected, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Trinity’s heart was pounding, her mind a whirlwind of emotions—guilt, pleasure, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

But as Ross pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her in a possessive embrace, she couldn’t bring herself to care. In that moment, all that mattered was the way he made her feel.

“I want more of you, Trinity. You’re so beautiful,” Ross murmured, his voice a low, velvety rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

He knew exactly what to say—his words always worked, always made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

His hands moved over her body with a practiced ease, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, before cupping her face gently.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss that left her breathless.

This wasn’t a hurried, desperate kiss. It was slow, sensual, and deliberate, designed to make her feel every ounce of his desire for her.

His tongue teased hers, his lips moving with a rhythm that made her heart race.

He kissed her like that for what felt like an eternity, his hands roaming her body, stoking the fire that was already burning inside her.

For five minutes, he kept her there, lost in the heat of his touch, the taste of his mouth, the way his body pressed against hers.

He was giving her time to recover, but also keeping her on the edge, reminding her of what was to come. When he finally pulled back, Trinity was trembling, her body aching for more.

Ross didn’t give her a moment to think. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice rough with desire, “Up. I want to fuck you like a bitch.”

The words were crude, raw, and completely unlike anything she’d ever heard before.

They should have shocked her, should have made her pull away, but instead, they sent a jolt of heat straight to her tight cunt.

No one had ever talked to her like that, and the sheer audacity of it, the way it stripped away all pretense, only made her want him more.

Trinity nodded, her body already responding to his command. She was eager to please him, to give him whatever he wanted.

She moved to get up, turning to bend over, but Ross stopped her with a firm grip on her hip.

“Not like that. Like this,” he corrected, his voice firm but not unkind. He guided her into a new position, one that made her heart race.

Now, she was facing Robert, her husband, his sleeping face just inches away. The sight of him, so close yet completely unaware, sent a wave of nervous excitement through her.

This was so naughty, so dangerous, so far out of her comfort zone—but it also made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

Ross noticed her hesitation and leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Relax. He won’t wake up. Just focus on me.”

His words calmed her, but only slightly.

The thrill of the risk was still there, simmering beneath the surface, mixing with her arousal in a way that made her head spin.

She could feel Ross’s eyes on her, admiring the way her body looked in this position, her pussy still red and swollen from their earlier intensity.