Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1108
Chapter 1108: Chapter 1108 Stats
Every impact sent shockwaves through Lea’s body, and within seconds another fierce wave of pleasure tore through her.
“Ahhhhh… I can’t believe it!” Lea screamed, her voice cracking with ecstasy.
“I’m coming again! Ross—so good—!”
The bed rocked beneath them with every thrust, the wooden frame creaking as Lea’s body writhed in bliss.
Her tight walls clung desperately to Ross’s cock each time he pulled out, as if refusing to let him escape.
And when he slammed back in, filling her completely, her pussy stretched so obscenely around him it looked like she might tear from sheer size.
Ross watched with dark, hungry eyes as the outline of his massive cock pressed up against her lower belly, showing exactly how far he was reaching inside her.
The sight alone made him thrust even harder.
Ross fucked Lea so relentlessly that her body had no chance to recover between orgasms.
Every time she thought she had finally ridden out the waves of pleasure, another thrust stole her breath and dragged her right back to that overwhelming peak.
“Ahhhhhh…!”
“Ohhhhhh…!”
“Ughhhhhh…!”
Her cries were raw, desperate, uncontrollable.
Each sound vibrated against Ross’s chest as he pushed her down into the mattress, pinning her with the full weight of his strength.
Her legs trembled around his waist, unable to hold shape, falling open wider and wider as he pounded her deeper than she ever knew was possible.
And then he leaned down.
His lips closed around her nipple, his tongue circling, teasing, sucking with a slow, cruel heat.
Lea’s back arched so hard her chest pressed up into his mouth, offering herself to him without even realizing she was doing it.
Ross bit gently—just enough for her breath to catch—and then kissed the sting away before sucking again.
“Ross… oh my god… oh my god…” she gasped, voice cracking as his teeth grazed her skin.
He left mark after mark along her breasts—love bites, kiss prints, little red signs of ownership spreading like petals.
Lea looked utterly undone, hair sticking to her cheeks, sweat glistening on her throat, her lips parted in helpless pleasure as she took everything he gave her.
This was nothing like Chelsea.
Back then he had watched, held back, let someone else dictate the pace.
Not anymore.
Now Ross was free—free to thrust, free to take, free to claim.
And he used that freedom without hesitation.
He lifted his head and looked down between their bodies.
The sight made his breath deepen.
His thick cock was buried to the base, completely coated in Lea’s creamy white pussy juice.
It dripped down his length and pooled against her swollen folds, spreading across her thighs every time his hips slammed forward.
It was intoxicating.
Too intoxicating.
Ross gripped her hips harder, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and he began to pound her with a new ferocity.
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The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—the slap of skin against skin, the sticky squelch of her soaked pussy taking him to the hilt, the creaking protest of the bed as it rocked with their rhythm.
The air smelled like sweat, sex, and pure desire.
Lea’s eyes rolled back as she shook under him.
“I’m—Ross—ahhh—I’m coming! I’m—”
She didn’t even finish. Her body exploded around him again, pussy clamping down so hard he nearly groaned.
Hot juice gushed over his cock in fresh waves, coating everything, making each thrust louder, wetter, more devastating.
But Ross didn’t slow.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, thrusts pounding deeper with each growl of his voice.
“You’re not done,” he said. “Not even close.”
Lea whimpered, her nails dragging down his back, legs quivering uncontrollably as another orgasm started building before the last one even ended.
“Ross… ahhhh… I can’t… I can’t—”
“Yes,” he growled, slamming into her again, forcing another cry from her throat. “You can. I will show you how.”
Her body had completely surrendered—trembling, soaked, open, begging without words for more and more and more.
Ross pulled back slightly, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust, watching her pussy stretch and swallow him again and again, watching her lose herself beneath him.
Lea wasn’t just taking him.
She was breaking for him.
Clinging to him.
Coming apart on his cock in the most beautiful way.
And Ross wasn’t stopping until she couldn’t even remember how to speak.
“I’m coming again! Ohhhh fuck! I love your cock, Ross!”
Lea’s scream tore out of her throat, raw and trembling, as another violent orgasm ripped through her already overwhelmed body.
She had lost count long ago—there was no number left for how many times she’d come.
It was too many, too close together, too powerful. Her body no longer obeyed logic; it only obeyed Ross.
Her vision blurred, blackening at the edges from pleasure, and in the middle of her climax Ross suddenly gripped her hips and flipped her with effortless strength.
Before she could even catch her breath, she was on her knees, face sinking into the mattress, ass high and trembling.
Then—he slammed himself into her.
His massive 15-inch cock drove deep into her soaked pussy in one brutal, breathtaking stroke.
“AHHHHH—Ross! Ross!”
Lea’s voice cracked instantly as her entire body convulsed.
The new angle, the sudden shock, the sheer force of him hammering into her from behind—it sent her straight into another orgasm before the previous one had even faded.
Her arms gave out completely.
Her cheek pressed into the sheets.
Her ass shook helplessly with every thrust.
Ross grabbed her waist with both hands and thrust with merciless, unrelenting power, pounding her tight hole like a beast claiming its mate.
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Wet sounds exploded through the room as her juices splashed down her thighs, coating his length with a messy, creamy shine.
Lea’s breath broke into ragged, incoherent sobs of pleasure.
“Ross—ohhh god—don’t stop—don’t stop—”
But Ross wasn’t capable of stopping.
Not when her cunt tightened around him like it was trying to drag him deeper.
Not when she was shaking, drooling, and soaking the sheets beneath her.