Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 490

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“Ahhh… ohhh… ughhh…” Amy moaned shamelessly, her cries raw with need as Ross drove into her harder and faster, his cock stretching her perfectly.

The pleasure was too much—too intense—yet she craved more, needed more.

Every thrust sent sparks of ecstasy through her core, winding the coil of pleasure tighter and tighter.

It didn’t take long before she felt herself hurtling toward the edge again, her body surrendering completely.

“I’m coming again, Ross! Now!” she screamed, her walls spasming around his cock as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

Her entire body convulsed in bliss, her legs squeezing around him as she rode out the aftershocks.

And then she felt it—Ross’s cock pulsing deep inside her, his grip tightening as he buried himself to the hilt.

A sudden rush of warmth flooded her womb as he came, his thick, hot seed shooting deep into her.

Amy shuddered, relishing the intoxicating sensation of being filled.

Her mind went blank for a moment, lost in the euphoric pleasure that lingered in her veins.

As her breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, one thought echoed in her head, undeniable and absolute:

Having a man’s seed inside me is the best feeling in the world.

She clung to Ross’s sweat-slicked body, basking in the warm afterglow.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, her limbs weak, her body spent—but she still wanted more.

Even as her orgasm faded, a deep hunger remained.

The two went at it relentlessly until the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains.

By the time exhaustion finally claimed them, they had barely an hour to rest before a loud knock on the door shattered the fragile peace.

“Sis! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!” Diane’s voice rang through the room, urgent yet tinged with embarrassment.

She stood outside, face flushed, her entire body buzzing with sleep deprivation.

How could she have slept when Amy had been practically screaming in pleasure all night long?

The walls had rattled. The furniture had trembled. The entire house had felt like it was on the verge of collapsing under the sheer force of Ross’s… efforts.

Diane had buried her head under her pillow, but nothing could drown out the relentless symphony of moans, gasps, and the unmistakable rhythmic thumping that had carried on for hours.

And it wasn’t just her.

Five minutes later, Ross and Amy finally made their way downstairs, looking—infuriatingly—refreshed.

Their skin glowed, their eyes were bright, and their energy levels suggested they had just woken from a full eight-hour sleep rather than a single hour after an earth-shattering marathon.

As they stepped into the dining room, silence fell.

Amy’s entire family sat around the table, all of them looking dead. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces pale, and the exhaustion was palpable.

Dark circles hung beneath their eyes, and their expressions ranged from disbelief to sheer defeat.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then Sandra finally blurted out, “How… how do you two look so fresh this morning?” Her voice was laced with utter shock.

Amy blinked, genuinely confused. “What do you mean? What happened to all of you?”

Diane shot her an incredulous look.

“What happened to all of us?” she repeated, nearly laughing in disbelief.

“The house was practically experiencing a non-stop earthquake last night! I’m honestly surprised it’s still standing.”

Their father coughed awkwardly. Their younger siblings—who were too young to fully understand—simply rubbed their tired eyes, whining about not getting enough sleep.

Amy’s cheeks flushed, but Ross simply smirked, clearly unfazed by the scrutiny.

“Alright, girls,” their mother suddenly spoke up, swiftly cutting through the tension.

“This isn’t an appropriate conversation at the table. Let’s eat.”

Her voice was even, but her expression betrayed her inner thoughts.

As she reached for her cup of coffee, her gaze flickered toward Ross, eyes narrowing slightly.

How was this man even still functioning?

No, more than that—how was he looking this energized after what had clearly been an inhuman display of stamina?

She had been married for over two decades, and not once had she seen her man last that long.

Her eyes drifted toward her husband, who sat beside her with his head down, sipping his coffee quietly.

She exhaled through her nose.

Fifty-nine seconds. That was how long he had lasted last night.

Without another word, she shook her head, refocused on her plate, and took a bite of her toast—though it suddenly tasted much blander than she remembered.

The breakfast table was alive with chatter, a rare and cherished moment for the family.

With everyone leading their own busy lives, it wasn’t often they got to sit down together like this.

Despite living in the same city, their schedules kept them apart.

Sandra was focused on growing her YouTube channel, constantly working on videos and engaging with her audience.

Diane and Amy were still in school, buried in assignments and exams.

Their parents, meanwhile, poured all their energy into running and expanding their farm on the outskirts of the city.

It was a labor of love, but it paid off—they enjoyed the best fresh produce, free-range chicken, organic eggs, pork, and even fish from their large pond.

As they ate, the conversation drifted from everyday life to upcoming plans.

Diane perked up, turning toward Ross with an inviting smile.

“Ross, do you have any plans for the weekend? My family’s heading to our farm in Stanlow Town. Wanna come?”

Before Ross could respond, Sandra immediately cut in with a dismissive scoff.

“Surely not. A rich man like Ross is too busy for something so small. He doesn’t have time to visit a farm.”

Her tone was light, but the meaning was clear—she didn’t want him there.

Amy shot her a look, frowning at her sister’s unnecessary comment, but Ross remained completely unfazed.

Instead of taking offense, he chuckled, setting down his fork before responding.

“On the contrary,” he said smoothly, meeting Sandra’s gaze with an amused smile, “I have all the time in the world. Just tell me the date, and I’ll be there.”