Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 530

Chapter 530: Chapter 530 Dino
“There it is,” Ross growled, his pace quickening. “Come for me again, Adele. I know you want to.”

And with the way he was fucking her, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

A few more hard, relentless thrusts, and Adele unraveled completely.

Her body seized up, her muscles tightening like a coiled spring before releasing all at once.

“I love you, Ross!” she screamed, her voice breaking with sheer pleasure as her climax tore through her.

Her release gushed out in hot waves, soaking his cock and dripping down in a messy, sinful display.

The way she clenched and trembled around him made Ross groan, his grip tightening on her thighs.

She was completely undone, her body surrendering to him in every way possible.

But he wasn’t finished with her yet.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as Ross kept going, refusing to give her a moment’s respite.

If anything, the sight of her falling apart beneath him only made him more ravenous.

He could feel her body trembling, overstimulated yet still welcoming him, still molding around his cock like she was made for him.

Her head lolled back, her lips parted in silent moans, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

Every deep, punishing thrust sent her closer to the edge again, even though she had just fallen apart.

“Adele, look at you,” Ross growled, his voice laced with satisfaction as he stared at the beautiful, ruined mess in his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect when you’re like this.”

Adele could barely process his words. Her mind was hazy, lost in an endless whirlwind of pleasure.

Her nails weakly scraped against his back, her legs tightening around him as if begging for more, despite the fact that she was already drowning in sensation.

Ross smirked, feeling how helplessly she clenched around him, her body still craving him even as it trembled from exhaustion.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear.

“You can take more,” he whispered, his voice like silk and sin.

“I know you can.”

Adele’s only response was a breathless whimper—an unintelligible plea for him to keep going, to never stop.

And Ross was more than happy to oblige.

He shifted his grip on her thighs, angling her just right before slamming into her again, even deeper this time.

The sudden intensity made her eyes widen, her back arching in response.

A fresh wave of pleasure surged through her, overwhelming and all-consuming.

“Ohhh—Ross—”

Her words broke off into incoherent cries as her body betrayed her yet again.

She came a second time, even harder than before, her walls clenching around him with desperate, pulsing contractions.

Ross groaned, feeling her tighten like a vice around his cock.

He knew she was reaching her limit, her body barely able to withstand the relentless ecstasy he was giving her.

But he wanted to push her just a little further.

His thrusts grew slower, deeper, dragging out her pleasure, prolonging every sensation until Adele was nothing more than a trembling mess in his arms.

Her breaths turned into soft, broken gasps, her body shuddering with aftershocks as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Ross smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Adele’s eyelids fluttered, her body going slack, fully surrendering to him.

With one last, blissful sigh, she finally passed out, her face frozen in an expression of pure, utter satisfaction.

Ross let out a low chuckle, his eyes roaming over her beautiful, wrecked form. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, admiring how serene she looked, completely lost in the aftermath of their passion.

She had experienced pleasure before, but nothing like this.

Only he could make her feel this way.

And this meeting wasn’t over yet.

***

After that day, Ross and Adele became inseparable, their connection deepening in ways neither of them had anticipated.

To the outside world, nothing seemed amiss—just the same casual interactions, the same polite exchanges.

But beneath the surface, behind closed doors, an intoxicating secret bound them together.

No one noticed how their gazes lingered just a little too long, how their touches brushed against each other under the guise of mere accidents.

No one realized that, in the dead of night, when the world was fast asleep, Adele was in Ross’s arms, surrendering herself to the forbidden pleasure only he could give her.

Their affair grew bolder, more reckless with each passing day.

The thrill of secrecy only fueled their desire, pushing them into increasingly daring escapades.

They fucked in places they never should have—in the kitchen while dinner simmered on the stove, in the car just outside the house, even with Steven asleep just a few feet away, unaware of the sinful acts unfolding in his presence.

Adele’s heart would pound every time, the fear of being caught sending an illicit thrill through her veins.

And Ross?

He reveled in it, in the way she trembled both from fear and pleasure, in the way she tried to stifle her moans but failed every time.

The danger only made it better.

Then, one evening, as they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, Ross pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss against her bare shoulder.

His fingers lazily traced the curve of her waist, his voice low and possessive.

“I want to marry you,” he murmured. “This December. You and your daughters. All at the same time.”

Adele’s breath caught in her throat.

For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine it—to picture a life where she belonged to Ross completely, where she didn’t have to sneak around in the shadows, where she could love him freely.

The thought sent a warmth flooding through her chest.

But reality came crashing down just as quickly.

She turned to face him, her expression torn.

“I can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“I won’t do that to my husband. He’s been good to me, Ross. He doesn’t deserve this.”

Ross’s eyes darkened slightly, but instead of anger or disappointment, a slow smirk curled his lips.

He studied her silently, then leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a teasing, lingering kiss.

“That’s fine,” he murmured against her mouth. “For now.”

Adele shivered at the way he said it—not as a defeat, but as a promise.

And so, their affair remained a secret, hidden from the world. But keeping their rendezvous under wraps was effortless—Ross possessed reality-bending powers, after all.

Concealing their forbidden love from prying eyes was nothing more than child’s play.

No one suspected a thing.