Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 464

Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Royal
It glistened with her own wetness, a testament to how much he had already driven her wild.

“Perfect,” Ross praised, his voice thick with desire. He ran a hand along her thigh, his touch sending shivers through her, before positioning himself behind her.

“You’re so ready for me, Trinity. I can’t wait to feel you again.”

Trinity bit her lip, her eyes flicking nervously to Robert’s sleeping form once more.

But as Ross pushed into her, filling her completely, all her worries melted away.

The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to think about anything else.

She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, claiming her, and she couldn’t help but moan softly, her body responding to him like it was made for this.

Ross didn’t hold back this time. His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one driving her closer to the edge.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic, almost primal cadence that only heightened the intensity.

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

“That’s it,” Ross growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her. “You take me so well, Trinity. You’re mine now. Mine alone.”

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

Ross took her like a wild animal, his movements primal and unrestrained.

Trinity had never experienced anything like this before—every thrust, every touch, every growl from Ross sent her spiraling deeper into a world of raw, unbridled pleasure.

She loved it. She loved the way he claimed her, the way he made her feel like she was his and his alone.

Ross was relentless, his hunger for her insatiable. He slammed into her with a force that left her breathless, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room with a lewd, rhythmic cadence.

At one point, he reached up and tangled his fingers in her long red hair, pulling just enough to arch her back and emphasize the obscene position they were in.

It wasn’t enough to hurt her—just enough to remind her who was in control. Trinity moaned, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through her body.

She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so utterly alive.

If Robert had been awake, he would have seen a side of his wife he never knew existed.

Gone was the reserved, composed woman he thought he knew. In her place was a wild, untamed creature, consumed by lust and driven by pleasure.

“Ross! Ahhhhh…” Her cries of passion echoed through the room, loud and unrestrained, a stark contrast to the quiet, controlled demeanor she usually displayed.

Trinity was lost in the sensation of Ross’s thick, hard cock driving into her, stretching her in the most delicious way.

She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, and it drove her to the brink of madness.

Her body responded to him instinctively, her pussy clenching around him as if trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside her forever.

She didn’t even realize how loud she was being, her moans growing more desperate with each passing moment.

If it weren’t for the deep sleep spell Ross had cast on Robert earlier, her husband would have woken up long ago.

But Trinity wasn’t thinking about Robert—she wasn’t thinking about anything except the way Ross made her feel.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Ross growled, his voice rough with desire. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You were made for this, Trinity. Made for me.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she clenched around him even tighter, her body betraying just how much his dominance turned her on.

Ross groaned, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as he felt her tighten around him.

“That’s it,” he urged, his hands gripping her hips even tighter. “Your pussy feels so good, wet and tight.”

Trinity’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her thoughts scattered as Ross pounded into her with unrelenting force.

Her body rocked against the bed with each thrust, the rhythm so intense that she could barely keep her balance.

Her head lolled forward, her face dangerously close to her husband Robert’s sleeping form. If she leaned down just a little more, she could practically kiss him—a thought that sent a jolt of both guilt and forbidden excitement through her.

“Ahhhhh…” she moaned, her voice trembling as Ross’s cock drove deeper into her, hitting that sweet spot that made her toes curl.

“Ohhhhh…” Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets for dear life as she tried to steady herself.

“Ughhhhh…” The sounds escaping her lips were raw, unfiltered, and completely beyond her control.

She wanted to pull away, to put some distance between herself and Robert, but Ross’s relentless pace made it impossible.

He was fucking her so hard, so harshly, that all she could do was hold on and let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her body was no longer her own—it belonged to Ross, to the way he moved inside her, to the way he made her feel.

The thought of Robert waking up, of him seeing her like this, should have terrified her.

But instead, it only added to the thrill, the danger of the situation heightening her arousal in ways she couldn’t explain.

Her pussy clenched around Ross’s cock, betraying just how much the risk excited her.

Ross noticed, of course. He always did.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

“You like knowing how close he is, how easy it would be for him to wake up and see you like this.”

Trinity didn’t answer—she couldn’t. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as Ross’s words sent another jolt of heat through her.

Her orgasm was building again, slow but inevitable, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke.