Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 513

Chapter 513: Chapter 513 Acoustic
Ross, too, was lost in the moment.

The way she felt around him, the sounds she made, the way her body moved with his—it was intoxicating.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss as his pace quickened.

Adele’s moans were muffled against his mouth, her hands roaming over his back, his shoulders, his arms.

She was everywhere, and he couldn’t get enough.

Ross rewarded Adele’s efforts with a rhythm that was both commanding and attentive.

He began slowly, almost tenderly, allowing her body to adjust to his size and the intensity of their connection.

His movements were deliberate, each thrust drawing a soft, breathy moan from her lips.

Adele’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she arched her back, urging him deeper.

But it wasn’t long before the pace shifted.

Ross’s patience gave way to raw, unbridled desire, and he began to move faster, harder, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her gasp.

The intensity of it nearly drove her hips into the ground, but Ross was careful—even in the heat of passion, he ensured she felt no discomfort.

Whether they were on a rocky surface or the softest bed in the world, he made sure her pleasure was all she could focus on.

And right now, pleasure was all Adele knew.

Her cries grew louder, each one a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Ross grunted with effort, his muscles taut as he drove into her with relentless precision.

The sound of their bodies meeting, the slick friction between them, and Adele’s unrestrained moans created a symphony of passion that echoed around them.

The people nearby, the good, the bad, and the ugly were frozen in shock at the raw, almost primal display of desire.

But Ross and Adele were beyond caring. This moment was theirs, and nothing else mattered.

Adele’s screams of pleasure were uninhibited, her voice rising with each thrust as she let her emotions pour out.

She was lost in the sensation, her mind blank except for the feel of Ross inside her, filling her completely.

Ross’s cock was buried so deeply within her that it felt as though he was touching every part of her pussy.

The sheer size of him stretched her in the most delicious way, and she knew, even then, that she would miss this feeling long after it was over.

There was something about the way he filled her, the way he moved, that would stay with her forever.

As the pace reached its peak, Adele’s moans turned into desperate cries, her body trembling on the edge of release.

Ross, too, was close, his grunts growing more urgent, his thrusts more erratic.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in the heat of their passion.

Adele’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as she felt herself teetering on the brink.

“Ross, I’m close,” she managed to whisper, her voice breaking.

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“Rossssssss!” When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the meadow, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Ross followed soon after, his own release tearing through him with a force that left him breathless.

He collapsed onto her, their bodies still connected, their hearts pounding in unison.

For a long minute, they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world slowly coming back into focus.

Adele’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Ross’s back as she caught her breath, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

She knew this was just a game, a dangerous one at that, but for now, she allowed herself to bask in the afterglow, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.

“More,” Ross whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Adele shuddered, her breath hitching as she felt his hands tighten around her waist.

Without hesitation, they continued, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, lost in the heat of their passion.

“Ahhh… Ross!” Adele cried out as they shifted positions, her legs wrapping around him as she rode him like an untamed cowgirl, her body moving with wild, unrestrained fervor.

The sun bathed her in golden light, illuminating the sweat that glistened on her soft, supple skin.

Her raven hair clung to her flushed face, her parted lips dripping with pleasure, her full breasts bouncing with every movement.

The men surrounding them could do nothing but watch, their mouths dry, their cocks hard as stone.

They were rough, ugly bastards, hardened by years of cruelty, but even they could not resist the sheer erotic spectacle unfolding before them.

One by one, hands moved to their belts, fumbling with greedy urgency as they freed themselves, unable to hold back their lust.

Their breaths grew ragged as they stroked themselves, eyes locked onto Adele, drinking in every sinful moan, every gasp of ecstasy.

She was exquisite, a goddess of pleasure, her beauty only amplified by the raw, wanton abandon she displayed.

Each roll of her hips sent shivers down their spines, fueling their already fevered arousal.

They wanted her—ached for her—but they knew better than to act without permission.

Their leader, a hulking brute of a man, stood with his arms crossed, watching intently.

His silence was absolute, his authority unquestionable.

Until he gave the signal, they had no choice but to wait, their hands pumping furiously as they indulged in the perverse privilege of watching.

Adele, lost in the haze of pleasure, either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Right now, nothing else mattered—only the overwhelming sensation of Ross stretching her to the limit, filling her completely, making her body sing with pleasure.

“Yes!” She threw her head back, a cry of rapture escaping her lips, completely oblivious to the hungry eyes devouring her every move.

Ross and Adele made love for a full hour and a half, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the throes of unrelenting passion.