Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 488

Chapter 488: Chapter 488 Memory
Ross’s breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair as he fought to maintain control.

“Amy,” he warned, his voice rough. “I’m close.”

But Amy didn’t stop. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him as much as she could.

Her tongue swirled around him, her lips tight as she sucked him off with a hunger that left Ross trembling. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a guttural moan, he came, his release spilling into her mouth in thick, pulsing waves.

Amy tried to swallow as much as she could, but there was so much that it overflowed, dripping down her chin and onto her chest.

She pulled back, gasping for air as Ross’s cum coated her lips and chin.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.

Ross slumped against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn, Amy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

Amy smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, standing up and brushing off her knees.

Her dress was damp, clinging to her skin in places where Ross’s cum had splattered.

She looked down at herself, her smirk widening.

“Guess I’ll need to change.”

Ross reached out, pulling her close.

“You look perfect,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

“But if you’re worried about your dress, I’m sure we can find a way to get it off.”

Amy laughed, the sound light and carefree as she leaned into him.

“You’re insatiable,” she said, her hands sliding up his chest.

“But I’m not complaining.”

Ross kissed her then, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that matched her own.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as he backed her toward the bed.

Amy’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her breath hitching as his hands found their way under her dress.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the heat between them growing with every touch.

Ross’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he nipped and sucked at her collarbone.

Amy’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

“Ross,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”

Ross didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her onto the bed, his hands sliding her dress up her thighs as he positioned himself between her legs.

His lips found hers again, his kiss deep and demanding as he pressed himself against her.

Amy’s legs wrapped around his waist, her hips arching to meet him as he entered her in one swift motion.

“Ahhh… Ross, you’re so big inside me!”

Amy’s voice was breathless, her body trembling as he stretched her beyond her limits.

Her walls clenched desperately around him, struggling to accommodate his girth.

“It feels like you’re breaking me,” she moaned, nails raking down his back.

Ross didn’t hold back. He drove into her with relentless force, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back in, each thrust shaking the entire bed.

The wooden frame creaked dangerously under their frantic movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The rhythm was merciless, the pressure mounting with every powerful thrust.

The lewd squelching of her soaked core mixed with their heavy breathing, amplifying the sinful symphony.

Amy’s toes curled, her back arching as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

“Ohhh, Ross—deeper! Harder!” she begged, her voice shamelessly loud.

Ross growled lowly, his grip tightening on her hips.

“You love it, don’t you? Being fucked like this?” His voice was rough, dominant, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!” Amy cried out, eyes rolling back as he hit that perfect spot over and over.

Outside the bedroom, the house was far from silent.

Amy’s mother, sitting in the living room, stiffened at the unmistakable noises drifting down the hallway. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

“Are they… doing what I think they’re doing?” she murmured, shifting uncomfortably.

Her husband chuckled, leaning back in his chair with an amused grin.

“What’s wrong? They’re adults. Maybe we should have some fun too,” he suggested, his eyes dark with suggestion.

His wife shot him a scandalized look, but the blush on her face only deepened.

Across the hall, Diane lay in her bed, gripping the sheets as the sinful sounds seeped through the walls.

Each moan, each breathy gasp, sent an involuntary jolt through her body.

Her thighs squeezed together.

She bit her lip.

Her fingers hesitated at first, but as Amy’s pleasure-filled cries grew louder, Diane finally caved.

One hand slipped beneath her waistband, her breath hitching as she touched herself.

“Fuck,” Sandra cursed in frustration in the next room over, throwing her pillow over her face in a vain attempt to block out the noises.

It didn’t help.

The wet, rhythmic sounds. Amy’s loud, shameless moans. The heavy slaps of Ross’s relentless thrusts. It was all too much.

With a defeated groan, Sandra gave in, slipping her own fingers between her thighs.

The entire house was filled with sinful echoes—one couple lost in their own world of pleasure, while others, unwillingly caught up in their passion, succumbed to their own desires.

The night stretched on, filled with heated gasps, shuddering moans, and the unmistakable sound of bodies moving in the dark.

Amy was completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the house could hear her. Lost in the overwhelming waves of pleasure, she couldn’t think—couldn’t care.

Her mind was shattered, drowning in pure ecstasy as Ross pounded into her with relentless force.

Every thrust sent electric shocks coursing through her veins, her entire body trembling under him.

He handled her like she weighed nothing, lifting, flipping, and repositioning her effortlessly.

It was as if she were merely a doll in his hands, meant to be used, played with. And she loved every second of it.