Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Chapter 511 Unit
Adele’s body shuddered, her movements faltering as she fought to maintain control.

She could feel the men’s eyes on her, their laughter ringing in her ears, but she couldn’t stop.

Her body was no longer under her control.

“Oh my…” The thought flickered in her mind, unbidden and unwelcome.

She tried to push it away, to focus on anything else, but it was no use.

The sensation was too strong, too overwhelming.

The leader’s laughter echoed in her ears, a harsh, grating sound that brought her back to reality.

“What a great slut,” he said, his voice filled with malicious glee. “She’s practically flooding all over mr. Rich kid’s cock.”

Adele’s eyes stung with unshed tears, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and despair.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make them stop. But she couldn’t.

All she could do was act like this wasn’t happening.

And so she did, her body moving in a rhythm that was both foreign and familiar, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

She had no idea how much longer she could keep going, but she knew she had no choice.

“Aahhh…” Adele moaned, her body trembling as she felt the thick, throbbing length of Ross stretching her, filling her in ways she had never known before.

A shuddering breath left her lips as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation, her fingers digging into his chest.

Then, with a deep inhale, she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles before gradually picking up the pace.

She rode him with a new sense of urgency, her body desperate, consumed by a need she never knew existed.

Nothing else mattered—nothing but the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins, setting her nerves alight.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The lewd, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air.

Adele gasped as Ross’s cock was simply a great tool for fucking.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her, making her toes curl and her back arch.

“Ohhh…” Her moans grew sweeter, more desperate, each one slipping past her lips like a song of surrender.

Her body bounced faster, her breasts heaving, her thighs quivering with exertion.

In the background, she heard laughter—taunting voices, mocking words—but they were distant, insignificant.

Let them talk. Let them sneer. None of it mattered.

Not when her entire world was unraveling in pleasure.

She shut her eyes, drowning in the bliss that engulfed her.

She could feel the heat rising in her belly, spreading through her limbs like wildfire.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

She remembered her husband—how his touch had once been all she knew.

But compared to this, his presence was a mere flicker, a dying ember in the face of the raging inferno Ross had ignited within her.

The difference was staggering, almost laughable. Where her husband had merely possessed her, Ross claimed her, body and soul, marking her with pleasure so intense it left her breathless.

Her fingers curled against Ross’s chest as she lost herself completely, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations

Minutes passed, and Adele’s body glistened with sweat, her skin flushed a deep crimson from exertion.

Yet, instead of slowing down, her hips moved in a wild, frenzied blur, riding Ross with reckless abandon.

Every thrust, every grind sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her, making her moans break into breathless, needy gasps.

She was utterly lost in the sensation, her mind blank, her body acting on pure, insatiable desire.

Ross had been holding back, playing the role of an unmoving pillar for Adele to use like a perfect male passive dildo, his muscles taut with restraint.

But when he felt it—the sudden, desperate clenching of her walls around him, tightening like a vice, trembling as if caught in a powerful seizure—his self-control shattered.

“Fuck!” he grunted, his voice rough and ragged with pleasure.

But his curse was drowned out by Adele’s scream—a raw, piercing cry of euphoria that echoed across the lakeside.

“Aahhhhhhh…!”

Her entire body convulsed, shuddering violently as an overwhelming climax crashed over her.

The world around her dissolved into a blinding white haze of ecstasy.

Her mind blanked, her senses short-circuited, and then—release.

A hot gush of liquid erupted from deep within her, soaking Ross’s cock and drenching his balls in a warm, milky sheen.

Her juices splashed against his thighs, running down in glistening rivulets, marking him, claiming him in the most primal way.

The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that her legs gave out beneath her.

Adele’s body collapsed forward, her strength utterly drained.

Her sweat-slicked skin pressed against Ross’s chest, her soft breasts heaving with every shaky breath.

The aftershocks of her climax still pulsed through her, making her tremble uncontrollably in his arms.

Ross let out a low chuckle, his hands steadying her, feeling the way her delicate frame quivered against him.

“Damn, that was incredible, Adele,” he murmured.

Adele could barely respond. Her lips parted, but all that came out was a weak, breathless whimper.

Her mind was still floating in a haze of satisfaction, her body refusing to move.

She had never felt anything like this before.

No touch, no embrace, no night in her past had ever come close to what Ross had just done to her.

It was as if he had shattered some invisible barrier within her, unlocking a pleasure so deep, so consuming, that it left her utterly ruined.

Slumping against his broad shoulders, she sighed, her breath warm against his neck.

She felt weightless, adrift in a sea of bliss. Even now, her core still throbbed, a lingering ache that only made her crave more.

She never wanted to move again.

She never wanted this night to end.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

“Wow! That was intense, bitch!” the leader sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

He took a step forward, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

“Now get off that cock—it’s our turn to fuck you. Hahaha!”

Adele’s breath hitched, her body going rigid.

Fear crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning out the lingering pleasure still coursing through her veins.

Her heart pounded as she realized the nightmare was far from over.