Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 481

Chapter 481: Chapter 481 Boundary
The hard length of him nudged against her slick entrance, and a fresh wave of heat flooded her body. She hesitated for only a second before lowering herself, taking him in inch by inch.

Her breath hitched as the stretch burned through her, her walls struggling to accommodate his size.

It was always like this—no matter how many times they came together, he always felt impossibly big, like her body was being reshaped to fit him.

The feeling was overwhelming, toeing the line between pain and pleasure.

Ross tightened his grip on her hips, steadying her as she adjusted. His thumbs caressed her skin in slow, soothing circles, silently urging her forward.

“You’ve got this,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint.

Amy bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as she forced herself to relax. Then, with a deep breath, she sank down fully, gasping as he filled her to the hilt.

The sensation was almost too much, her body stretching around him in a way that made her tremble.

For a moment, she remained still, adjusting to the fullness, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Then, gradually, the discomfort faded, replaced by something far more intoxicating.

A slow, smoldering pleasure that ignited in her core and spread like wildfire.

Amy experimentally rolled her hips, testing the waters, and a deep groan rumbled from Ross’s chest. His reaction sent a rush of satisfaction through her, emboldening her movements.

She lifted herself slightly before sliding back down, her pace hesitant at first, but gaining confidence with each rise and fall.

“Ohhh…” she exhaled, her voice quivering with pleasure as she found her rhythm. The friction, the stretch, the sheer intimacy of being on top—it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Ross’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he watched her, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and dip.

His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements, but he let her lead, allowing her to set the pace.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

A delicious shiver ran down her spine at his praise. The last traces of doubt melted away, replaced by pure, unfiltered pleasure.

She moved faster, rolling her hips with newfound boldness, chasing the sensation that coiled tighter and tighter within her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—heavy breathing, breathless moans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

The intensity of it all made her head spin, made her forget everything except the way Ross felt beneath her, inside her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a desperate, searing kiss.

He responded instantly, one hand sliding up her back, the other gripping her thigh as he deepened the kiss, claiming her completely.

She broke away with a gasp, her body trembling as pleasure consumed her, dragging her closer and closer to the edge.

“Ross…” she moaned, her voice breathless, pleading.

“I’m here,” he promised, his grip tightening as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with perfectly timed precision.

The force of it sent shockwaves through her, unraveling whatever restraint she had left.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in violent, blissful waves. She cried out, her body seizing as pleasure ripped through her, her nails raking down Ross’s chest as she lost herself completely.

Ross wasn’t far behind.

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With a deep, guttural groan, he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight as they rode out the aftershocks together.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They simply clung to each other, their bodies still trembling, their breaths mingling in the charged air.

Amy collapsed against his chest, utterly spent yet completely satisfied. A lazy smile tugged at her lips as she felt Ross press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“You did more than fine,” he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement and admiration.

Amy let out a soft, breathless laugh, her heart still racing.

“I think I like being on top,” she admitted shyly.

Ross chuckled, his fingers brushing against her spine in slow, soothing strokes.

“Oh, trust me, I liked it too,” he teased.

She blushed but smiled, burying her face in his neck. Safe. Cherished. Completely his.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“One more,” Ross murmured, his voice husky with desire, his breath warm against Amy’s ear.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his strong hands tighten around her waist. His hunger was insatiable, and she loved every second of it.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their sheets a tangled mess, but neither of them cared. The night was still young, and they had nowhere else to be except wrapped in each other’s arms.

Ross moved with purpose, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss as he pushed her back onto the bed.

Amy gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he slid inside her once more, stretching her, filling her completely. It was as if their bodies were made for each other, perfectly fitting, perfectly synchronized.

Their passion could not be contained to just the bed. Ross, filled with primal energy, carried her effortlessly, pressing her against the cold wall as he drove into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

The contrast of his burning touch against the cool surface sent a fresh wave of sensation through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he claimed her again and again.

But that wasn’t enough. Ross moved the intense lovemaking to other parts of the room.

He spun Amy around, bending her over the dresser, his hands running along the curve of her back before gripping her hips.

Amy arched beneath him, a sinful moan escaping her lips as he entered her again, each thrust sending her spiraling further into bliss.