Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 512

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“Buy us time. My men are almost here,” Ross whispered, his voice low and urgent.

Adele’s heart pounded. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it down.

Now wasn’t the time to panic—she had to act.

She forced a seductive smile onto her lips, tilting her head as if considering something.

“Wait!” she called out, her tone dripping with temptation.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She let her fingers trail down her sweat-slicked body, making sure all eyes were on her.

“Take the rope off Ross, and I’ll give you an even better show.”

The men exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by her words.

She didn’t give them time to think. With deliberate slowness, she lifted herself off Ross’s cock, biting her lip as she did.

A shudder ran through her as she felt his thick, glistening length slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty yet throbbing from the relentless pounding.

For a moment, her swollen, overstretched entrance gaped open, glistening with arousal before it clenched shut again.

A deep soreness radiated from between her thighs—Ross had stretched her like no man ever had.

Even through the ache, a lingering satisfaction coursed through her veins.

Her body had been utterly wrecked, but she had never felt more sexually fulfilled.

The leader of the group squinted at her, his expression a mix of intrigue and suspicion.

“Hmmm… Are you just stalling for time?” His lips curled into a cruel grin.

“If you’re playing tricks on us, we’ll fuck you blind when we’re done.”

Adele didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a step closer, her hips swaying seductively.

“Just try me,” she purred, her voice dripping with confidence.

She traced a finger along her inner thigh, letting it trail through the wetness Ross had left behind.

“I promise I’ll give you a scene none of you will ever forget.”

The leader studied her for several tense moments, his eyes dark and calculating.

Adele held his gaze, refusing to let any fear show.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose and nodded toward the men restraining Ross.

“Fine. I’ll give you a chance.”

With a simple hand gesture, his men moved forward, untying Ross.

The ropes fell away, and for the first time, Ross was free.

Adele’s pulse quickened. The game was still dangerous, but she had bought them a precious moment.

Now, she just had to play her role long enough for Ross to make his move.

The sun hung nice in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the secluded meadow.

The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the faint musk of desire.

Adele’s heart raced as she pulled Ross closer, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“Come here, Mr. Rich Kid,” she murmured, her voice a mix of playfulness and need.

“It’s time to give this old lady what she’s been craving.”

Adele often referred to herself as an old lady, but the reality was far from that.

In truth, she looked as though she were in the prime of her beauty, her features glowing with youthful vibrancy.

Not a day over 20, her complexion was flawless, her hair thick and lustrous, and her figure, graceful and poised, defied the passage of time.

It was clear to anyone who looked closely that she had invested a great deal of care in maintaining her appearance.

Her dedication to self-care was evident in every aspect, from her daily routines to her disciplined lifestyle, all of which contributed to the ageless allure that surrounded her.

Ross smirked, his eyes darkening with hunger as he let her guide him down onto the picnic blanket.

The soft fabric beneath them was a stark contrast to the heat building between their bodies.

Ross took off his shirt, and Adele responded with a playful smile, suggesting he might as well remove her bikini as well, revealing her beauty in its entirety.

Adele lay back, her hair fanning out around her like a halo, and pulled Ross on top of her.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, slow and deliberate at first, then growing more urgent as their passion ignited.

Adele’s hands roamed over his broad shoulders, her nails lightly scraping his skin, while Ross’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her close.

For a fleeting moment, Adele allowed herself to forget about her husband, about the dangerous game they were playing.

She was buying time, waiting for Ross’s men to arrive, though she had no idea that

Ross could summon them in an instant.

But why would he?

This was far too enjoyable to rush.

Ross was a man who savored every moment, and right now, he was savoring her.

When their kiss finally broke, Adele’s chest heaved as she caught her breath.

Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed with desire.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Ross didn’t need to be told twice.

“My pleasure, Adele.” Ross joined in on the play.

He shifted between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself.

With one hard, deliberate push, he entered her, and Adele gasped, her back arching off the blanket.

“Ahhh… Ross,” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and relief.

She felt so full, so completely consumed by him.

Her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Ross’s eyes locked onto hers, and the raw lust she saw there made her shiver.

He was relentless, his movements powerful and precise, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Adele let herself be swept away by the sensations, her mind blissfully empty of everything but the feel of him inside her.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, her body responding to his every touch, every movement.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and she could feel the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter.