Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1067
Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067 Alignment
It was a great explosive claiming, Ross’s tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her sounds and her breath until they were one entity.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing the soft flesh with a possessiveness that bordered on violent.
He kneaded them hard enough that she knew they would be marked in the morning, that the faint, aching bloom of bruises would be a secret reminder of this night for days to come.
The sharp sting of his touch only amplified the deep, internal pounding, a dual assault on her senses that pushed her higher and higher.
As he rocked her body with a piston-like rhythm, Miku lost all sense of time and self.
She lost count of how many times she came.
One orgasm would begin to recede, a wave pulling back from the shore, only to be met and overtaken by the next, larger, more powerful wave crashing into it.
They became a continuous, rolling cascade of pleasure, each peak blurring into the next until there was no distinction, only a constant, overwhelming state of climax.
She was utterly overwhelmed, a vessel overflowing, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her back arching, her mind a perfect, white-hot blank of sensation.
The beginning was a distant memory; now, there was only the endless, shattering now.
Ross, for his part, was savoring every second.
Miku’s body was pure, overwhelming pleasure—tight, hot, and trembling around him with every deep thrust.
Her pussy clung to his cock like a living thing, gripping and releasing in waves that sent electric jolts through his spine.
Every time he pushed in, her inner walls seemed to draw him deeper, massaging him with desperate, involuntary need born from her continuous state of orgasm.
It was the kind of ecstasy a man could never forget—the kind that blurred thought, time, and reason.
“Mmm…” Ross murmured against her lips before capturing them again in a deep, hungry kiss.
His hips kept moving, fast and punishing, his body demanding more of the heat that was melting between them.
Miku’s cries were swallowed by his mouth, her breath breaking into soft, trembling moans that only drove him wilder.
She was gone—completely lost in the flood of pleasure.
Her back arched with every thrust, her arms clinging to Ross’s shoulders as if she might drown without him.
Her long, slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body trembling uncontrollably each time he filled her.
Her lips moved with equal hunger, kissing him back fiercely, pouring every ounce of desire into that desperate connection.
Ross broke the kiss only to look at her—her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes shimmering with tears of pleasure, the faint tremble of her lips as she gasped his name.
That look alone made his chest tighten.
There was no hesitation left in her, no pretense—only raw, unrestrained lust.
“Ross… please… don’t stop…” she breathed, her voice weak yet trembling with need.
He didn’t. He couldn’t.
His pace grew rougher, deeper, each thrust shaking the bed as their bodies crashed together again and again.
The room echoed with the sound of their labored breaths and the rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh.
Their kiss found each other once more, messy and passionate, a blend of moans and gasps.
Their hips moved in perfect, primal sync—two bodies locked in an ancient, wordless dance that transcended everything else.
Time itself seemed to fade, leaving only the heat, the rhythm, and the sound of their hearts pounding as one.
A guttural, unrestrained cry was ripped from the very core of Miku’s being.
“Ohhhh shit… here it comes again!” The warning was less a statement and more a raw, visceral reaction to the tidal wave of sensation building within her.
Her world narrowed to the friction, the heat, the overwhelming presence of him.
“Oh my god, Ross! You’re making me come again!” Her voice climbed, laced with a frantic, joyous disbelief.
“I’m coming on your big fat cock! Coming! Now!”
The final word shattered into a scream as her body convulsed, a powerful, liquid release cresting over her.
She squirted one more time, a helpless, explosive surrender that left her trembling from her fingertips to her toes.
It was as if every nerve ending had been set alight, a chain reaction of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, hurtling her toward what felt like the ultimate pleasure on earth.
Her vision spotted, her hearing muffled, her entire universe condensing into the singular, shattering feeling of her climax.
Just as the first tremors began to subside, Ross moved.
With a dominant, effortless strength that sent a fresh thrill through her spent body, he hooked his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs and draping them both over his left shoulder.
The shift in position elevated her hips, tilting her pelvis to a new, impossibly vulnerable angle.
He adjusted his stance, planting his feet more firmly, and the change was immediate and catastrophic.
He was deeper now, hitting places that made her see stars.
This wasn’t just another orgasm; it was a whole new experiment in coming hard.
The previous release had merely paved the way for this one, a deeper, more resonant quake that seemed to emanate from her very soul.
She came so much, so thoroughly, that the evidence was undeniable; a fresh wave of her own slickness soaked the sheets beneath them, the cool dampness a stark contrast to the burning heat of their skin.
And through it all, Ross was an unrelenting force, fucking her hard and nonstop, his rhythm a brutal, perfect piston that milked every last shudder from her overwhelmed body.
His control was a tangible thing, a tight leash on his own need, but she could feel it fraying.
The pace became more frantic, his breaths more ragged grunts in her ear.
“I’m about to come, Miku,” he warned, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated through her.
“Take my come deep inside you.”