Evil MC's NTR Harem

Adele's hands never stopped moving, sliding up and down his still-throbbing length, marveling at the sheer size and heat of him.

She had expected him to be softening by now—most men would be spent, completely drained after such an intense climax.

But Ross?

He was still as hard as steel.

Adele wasn't surprised in the slightest. She already knew from experience—Ross's cock was simply unshakable.

No matter how many times he came, no matter how much he spilled, it never went soft.

And that was exactly how she wanted it.

She leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip, cleaning away the lingering traces of cum before taking him back into her mouth.

Ross groaned, his fingers twitching at his sides as Adele's hot, wet tongue worked its magic once more.

She had no intention of stopping now.

"Okay then, but you asked for it. I'm only a man, Adele," Ross murmured, his voice laced with hunger as he wrapped his arms around her.

Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly, making her gasp as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

Her skirt getting pulled up to her hips revealing her pink pussy easily.

Their lips crashed together, his kiss searing and possessive.

His hands explored her body with firm, confident strokes, tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her ass, pulling her closer.

She felt his cock pressing insistently against her entrance, thick and pulsing with heat.

Ross didn't need to guide himself—her body was already lined up perfectly for him.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed forward, parting her slick folds with ease and sinking into her inch by inch.

"Ahhh... Ross..." Adele moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt herself being stretched to the limit.

The burning fullness was intoxicating, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

He was big—so big that every inch of him filled her completely, pressing against places that made her toes curl.

Ross groaned, gripping her tighter as he pulled back before driving in again, deeper this time.

Adele whimpered, her body molding around him, clenching greedily with each thrust.

He held her firmly against the wall, supporting her weight effortlessly as he claimed her with slow, deliberate movements.

Pak!

A sharp slap echoed in the room as his heavy balls smacked against her ass, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure coursing through her.

She shuddered, arching against him, and when the thick head of his cock kissed the entrance of her cervix, she lost it.

A wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her walls tightening around him as she came hard, her body pulsing in rhythmic contractions.

"Mmmmmmmm…" She let out a broken moan, her head falling back as she rode the overwhelming pleasure.

Ross wasn't finished. He grinned against her neck, feeling the way she trembled in his arms.

"Oh, you missed this, didn't you?" he rasped, punctuating his words with another deep thrust.

Adele could only whimper, her body too lost in pleasure to form words.

She had missed this—missed the way he took her, owned her, made her body sing with pleasure.

And from the way Ross was moving, she knew he was just getting started.

"You just came hard on my cock, Adele. You really can't get enough of me, can you?" Ross teased, his lips curling into a wicked grin as their kiss broke.

Adele was still panting, her body trembling in his arms, utterly wrecked from her orgasm.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhhh…" She could barely form words, only moaning in response as Ross continued to move inside her, his cock still throbbing, still buried deep.

He could feel it—his balls were drenched, coated in the slick evidence of her pleasure, making every thrust even messier, hotter, more obscene.

And it only made him want her more.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a filthy, rhythmic melody of skin slapping against skin.

Ross held her effortlessly, his sheer strength on full display as he pounded into her, lifting and fucking her like she was weightless.

His grip on her thighs was firm, keeping her spread wide, allowing him to drive deeper, harder, until he could feel the tight grip of her pussy sucking him in greedily.

Adele whimpered, her nails raking across his back, barely able to hold onto him as he wrecked her.

Her legs trembled around his waist, her body quivering with every relentless thrust.

Ross wasn't satisfied yet. His hunger for her was insatiable.

With one swift motion, he grabbed the thin straps of her cami top and pulled them down, baring her perky breasts to his hungry gaze.

He didn't hesitate—his mouth descended instantly, hot and eager, wrapping around one stiff peak.

His tongue swirled over her sensitive nipple before he sucked hard, making Adele cry out.

The sensation of his wet mouth, the heat of his tongue, combined with the deep, relentless thrusts stretching her open, sent sparks of pleasure crackling through her.

"Ohhhhhh… Ross…" she moaned, arching into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished her breasts with attention.

Ross groaned against her skin, switching to her other nipple, nipping and sucking with the same fervor.

He loved the way she reacted to him, the way her body shuddered with every touch, the way her pussy clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

"You love this, don't you?" he murmured against her flushed skin, his breath hot as he licked a path down her cleavage.

"Being fucked like this, held in my arms, feeling every inch of my cock stretching you open…"

Adele could only nod frantically, her head lolling back, completely lost in pleasure.

She had never felt this full, this overwhelmed, this utterly owned.

Ross smirked, satisfied with her silent response. But he wasn't done yet.

Gripping her hips tighter, he angled his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside her.

The moment he did, Adele let out a strangled moan, her body jolting against him, her nails digging into his shoulders.