Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1068
Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068 Vengeance
The command, possessive and primal, was all the permission she needed.
A fresh surge of desperate want crashed over her.
“Yes!” she screamed, her voice hoarse, her hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked back.
“Fill me up, Ross! Give me your cock! Let my lewd pussy take it all!”
The moment her plea left her lips, she felt it.
A deep, pulsing throb at her very center, followed by the first hot, insistent jet of his release.
Pew!
Pew!
Pew!
It knocked against her womb, a profound, intimate claim that stole the air from her lungs.
He didn’t just come; he flooded her, each powerful pulse a promise, a branding.
He filled her up completely, and then kept coming, until the sheer volume of it overflowed with ease, a hot, slick testament to their union, sealing them together in the breathless, trembling aftermath.
A broken, breathy sigh escaped her lips, a sound that was half-plea and half-prayer.
“Ohhhh fuck me… it’s so good!”
The words became a mantra, tumbling from her mouth in a desperate, worshipful rhythm as the world beyond their tangled limbs dissolved into nothing.
Miku was utterly, completely lost, a vessel filled to the brim and overflowing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Her consciousness, once a clear stream, was now a roaring ocean, and she was being pulled under by its riptide.
Sensation crested, broke, and shattered within her.
Her eyes, fluttering wildly, lost their focus before rolling back, the vibrant world replaced by the dark, private canvas of her own ecstasy.
A dizzying, weightless feeling seized her, a sensation so profound it felt as if her very soul had been untethered from her body.
For a single, suspended moment, she was pure spirit, swimming in the thick, warm air of absolute pleasure.
Every nerve ending was a live wire, crackling and singing a chorus dedicated solely to the man who held her.
There was no past, no future, only this all-consuming present.
The petty worries of the day, the fleeting joys of a good meal or a beautiful song—they were pale, laughable ghosts next to the blazing sun of this feeling.
There was really, truly, no comparison at all.
And just as it had the other night, the crescendo was not an end, but a gateway.
As the first, cataclysmic wave began to recede, leaving her trembling and boneless, he did not still.
Instead, their lovemaking gathered a new, more potent intensity.
The initial frantic hunger melted into a deep, relentless rhythm, a deliberate and knowing pursuit.
He mapped the landscape of her body with his hands and his mouth, learning every secret that made her gasp, every hidden trigger that made her arch and cry out.
The following hours blurred into a golden haze of touch and sensation.
He would build her up slowly, expertly, coiling the tension in her cunt until she was begging for release, only to grant it with a devastating shift that sent her spiraling all over again.
Miku kept on coming, each climax a unique shock to her system—some were sharp, bright starbursts behind her eyelids; others were deep, rolling quakes that seemed to ripple out from her very bones.
She lost count, the numbers becoming meaningless in the face of such relentless sensation.
Five times? Ten? It was an impossible tally.
She was simply a creature of pure feeling, her universe rewritten with every touch, every shudder, every breathless, whispered affirmation of his name.
The first, faint blush of dawn painted the sky a pale, watery grey, casting a weak, accusing light but not one of them noticed it in the hidden chambers of this basement tunnel.
In the half-dark of Ross’s room, the air was thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of their sweat and the lingering, musky perfume of sex.
“Ross… we need… ahhh… to stop…”
Miku’s plea was a broken whisper, gasped against the damp skin of his shoulder.
Her fingers, which had been digging into the hard muscles of his back, now fluttered weakly, a futile attempt to push him away that ended in her clutching him closer.
Their bodies were a single, slick entity, seated face-to-face on the rumpled sheets, wrapped in a tight, desperate hug that was as much about anchoring themselves as it was about passion.
“It’s almost 7… in the morning,” she managed, her head lolling back as he shifted his angle, a fresh, dizzying wave of pleasure making her vision swim. “My husband… he’s going to wake up anytime soon. Let’s.., ohhhhh… please… we can continue tonight again.”
Ross’s only answer was a low, guttural groan, his hips maintaining their relentless, punishing rhythm.
He was a man possessed, insatiable, as if he could consume her whole and still be hungry.
One of his hands slid from the small of her back, tangling in the midnight cascade of her hair, tilting her head back to force her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with a feral intensity that both terrified and thrilled her.
“Just one more,” he breathed, the words a hot promise against her lips.
It was never just one more, and they both knew it. It was a mantra, a spell he cast to prolong the inevitable, to stretch these stolen moments into a small eternity.
He felt the telltale tightening in his groin, the familiar, coiling heat that promised release.
Burying his face in her neck to muffle his own cry, he drove into her one last, deep, final time, his body shuddering violently.
As he peaked, he felt the hot, sudden pulse of his release, a forceful, claiming rush that seemed to knock directly on the very gate of her womb.
The impact was electric and inescapable for Miku.
A broken sob escaped her lips as her own climax was ripped from her, a seismic shockwave that left her trembling and boneless.
Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around him, milking his own pleasure as her body surrendered completely, a fresh wave of her own release slicking their joined thighs.