Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Chapter 607 Rising
Ross’s hands roamed her body with confidence, his lips commanding and possessive.

Every touch lit her nerves on fire, and all she could think about now was him—his warmth, his strength, and the thick, irresistible cock that pulsed with promise between them.

She didn’t want to remember Thomas anymore. Compared to Ross, he was nothing but a faded memory.

Still, a fleeting thought crossed her mind—if Thomas could see me now…

He would’ve lost his mind.

Jade was unrecognizable from the woman she once was around Thomas—shy, reserved, careful.

But here, with Ross, she was a goddess in her element, raw and untamed.

Her body moved with purpose, fueled by lust and emotion, and every arch of her back, every moan that escaped her lips, was a testament to her complete surrender.

If Thomas had seen her tonight, sprawled out in wild abandon, hair messy, eyes glazed with pleasure, he wouldn’t have just stared—he would have salivated.

He might’ve begged for a taste, might’ve dropped to his knees just for the chance to watch.

But he never would’ve known what to do with a woman like her. Not like Ross did.

Jade’s body responded to Ross with a desperation that surprised even her.

There was no holding back. She wasn’t the quiet girl anymore—she was electric, alive, possessed by desire.

Her inner slut had broken free, no longer hidden beneath layers of shame or self-restraint. And with Ross, she didn’t have to hide it. He didn’t just accept that side of her—he worshipped it.

She rode the waves of pleasure with abandon, forgetting everything except the man beneath her, the heat between them, and the sweet, sinful rhythm of their bodies colliding. Thomas was a ghost. Ross was everything.

“Mmmmmm…” Jade moaned, her voice a trembling whisper of pleasure as her head tilted back.

She felt like she was already floating, like the world had dissolved around her and all that remained was Ross—his touch, his warmth, his presence.

He hadn’t even fully taken her yet, but the way his hands explored her body, the way his mouth devoured hers, was enough to make her tremble.

He knew her body. Knew exactly how to stir every nerve, how to touch her in a way that made her forget everything else.

It was maddening, and delicious, and so overwhelming that she felt as if her sanity was slipping, thread by thread.

But even in the haze of lust, her mind was crystal clear about one thing: what she wanted.

What she needed.

Their mouths were still locked in a fiery kiss, his tongue tangled with hers as his hands roamed from her back to her hips.

Jade’s fingers curled against his chest, then trailed downward, her breath shuddering as she adjusted her position over him.

She slowly raised her hips, breaking the kiss just enough to draw a shaky breath.

Her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation curling deep in her belly.

With practiced ease, she reached between them and guided his thick, throbbing cock to her wet entrance.

She didn’t have to look—her body already knew the way.

She’d done this with Ross more times than she could count, and yet, somehow, every time still felt like the first. Still felt electric. Still felt sacred.

The head of his cock pressed against her slick folds, and she moaned again, this time with need laced in every note.

Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, her walls stretching around his girth inch by glorious inch.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered closed.

God, he’s so big…

“Ohhhhhh…” she moaned sweetly, almost dreamily, her voice melting into the air like honey as she sank deeper onto him.

Her pussy clung to him tightly, stretched wide around his thick cock, the sensation equal parts fullness and ecstasy.

She tried to take it slow.

Her body was already pulsing with desire, already aching for more, but she wanted to savor it—to feel every moment of him sliding into her, claiming her inch by inch.

It took a few slow, careful movements—lifting herself slightly, then sliding back down—for her body to adjust.

Slick arousal coated him as she moved, her juices easing the way, letting her take more of him each time.

Her hands braced against his chest as her rhythm began to build.

The first few strokes were gentle, exploratory, like her body was reacquainting itself with something familiar yet always thrilling.

But soon, her hips found their pace—an intimate dance between hunger and tenderness.

Ross groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her waist as he watched her with burning intensity.

“You feel so fucking good, Jade,” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire.

She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. “I’m only good like this with you, Ross,” she whispered, her voice breathless, riding him with a mix of reverence and raw need.

Their bodies moved together, perfectly in sync. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, the pleasure building with every thrust, every stroke.

Ross filled her so completely, touched her so deeply, she felt like she was unraveling from the inside out.

And still, she kept moving—chasing the high, loving the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Like she belonged to him. And she did.

In every way that mattered—body, heart, and soul—she was his.

Ross didn’t just lie back and let Jade have her way—no, that wasn’t who he was.

Even as she rode him like she was trying to tear the bed in half, he pushed himself upright, muscles flexing with the effort.

Their bodies were slick with heat, and the moment his chest pressed against hers, the fire between them only intensified.

With one arm wrapped tightly around her lower back, Ross used his free hand to claim one of her full, bouncing breasts.

He groaned at the feel of it—soft yet firm, heavy in his palm—and he didn’t hold back.

He squeezed, kneaded, and played with it like it belonged to him. Because it did. Every inch of her did.