Evil MC's NTR Harem

"PAK!"

"PAK!"

"PAK!" The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated in the room, relentless and thunderous. The rhythm continued for what seemed like an eternity, until Sophia let out one final, ragged scream, her body shuddering in release before slumping against Ross.

Her head fell onto his shoulder as she lost consciousness, completely spent. Over the course of the past few weeks, Ross had undergone a subtle but noticeable transformation.

His once sickly thin frame had filled out, subtle muscles rippling under his skin, giving him a robust and healthy appearance. He looked 3 times better compared to when he started weeks ago.

He looked stronger, more powerful than before, and there was no denying the satisfaction he drew from his newfound vigor.

"One down, three to go," Ross muttered with a wicked grin, his voice laced with triumph. His pleasure was palpable, his satisfaction evident as he took pleasure in seeing his women thoroughly satisfied.

He gently lifted Sophia’s limp form, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. Carefully, he laid her down, positioning her alongside the other women—Jasmine, Natalie, and Jade.

All three women watched Sophia’s well-sated body, their gazes lingering on her limp form, noting the flush of her skin and the subtle sheen of sweat still clinging to her.

It wasn’t long before their eyes inevitably fell to Sophia’s sweet tight pink pussy. Raw, red, and swollen, her body bore the marks of their intense, unforgiving coupling.

The flesh around her cunt was puffy and stretched, her opening slightly gaping from the sheer force and abandon with which Ross had taken her.

There was no hiding the evidence of what had transpired, and the sight of it made a shiver run through the three women, a strange mix of fear and anticipation building within them.

The air seemed to grow thick with tension as they swallowed nervously. Despite their unease, an unexpected heat began to coil in their bellies.

Their bodies responded involuntarily, desire flooding them as they looked at Sophia’s ravaged form.

Their own love juices began to flow, a testament to the power Ross held over them, even as they watched their fellow woman endure the intensity they knew was coming for them next.

It was a cycle that had only just begun, a twisted game that Ross was determined to play to its end.

"Who’s next?" Ross asked, his tone light but inviting, and before he even finished speaking, Jasmine had leapt into his arms with a delighted grin.

This was their usual routine, a comforting rhythm they had all come to embrace, and one they each enjoyed in their own way.

Ross had a way of making them feel special, spending time with each individually, savoring the unique connection he shared with each woman.

Occasionally, they’d come together, joining him all at once, their camaraderie blending seamlessly into the intimacy they shared.

Tonight, though, they were mindful of Jade, who watched from the side, a curious expression in her eyes.

She was new to this, and the others wanted to ease her in, to show her that this wasn’t just any relationship but rather a supportive, close-knit family that valued each member’s comfort.

They could see the mix of hesitation and intrigue in her face, and they knew the importance of helping her feel truly welcome.

Jade, with her youthful looks and graceful presence, seemed to fit in naturally. Though she was a little older, she looked barely past her mid-twenties, exuding the vibrancy of a woman in her prime.

She had a quiet elegance about her, a depth that hinted at a past full of stories, and while she had some reservations, the others were confident she would soon find her place with them.

Natalie, ever the kind good girl that she was, reached over and gave Jade’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Don’t worry," she murmured softly, "We were all new at one point. It might seem different, but you’re one of us now."

Jade smiled, a small but grateful curve of her lips, and nodded, beginning to relax as she took in their warmth and acceptance. In that moment, she felt herself start to let go of the lingering doubt.

She had found a place here even against her will. It was something she hadn’t imagined happening to her at all, and she was curious—maybe even a little excited—to see what this new chapter would bring.

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Jasmine was dressed in a light, flowing skirt dress, the fabric soft and delicate against her skin. It took only a few moments for Ross to ease it off her, slipping the dress down her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet, leaving her as bare as the day she was born.

Her creamy, porcelain skin seemed to glow in the low light, each contour catching the soft illumination, highlighting her smooth curves.

As the only natural blonde among them, Jasmine was an undeniable standout; her long golden hair framed her face like a halo, and her blue eyes held a sparkle of both excitement and vulnerability.

Ross guided her over to one of the nearby beds, savoring every step of their closeness. The room had changed over the past few weeks; where once a single bed stood, there were now three, an acknowledgment of his growing harem and the nightly escapades that had become their secret ritual.

The sight amused him—a clear reflection of his life’s transformation and the pleasures he now enjoyed.

"Lovely…" Ross murmured as he tilted her face toward his, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss that quickly grew more passionate.

He felt the warmth of her body melt against him, and his hands began to explore her skin, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then trailing down to her chest.

His lips followed, pressing gentle kisses to the nape of her neck, moving downward to her full, round breasts, his hands gliding along her sides, savoring every inch of her.

"ROSS!" Jasmine gasped softly as he explored her body, and when he finally descended lower, his mouth followed the curve of her hips, pausing to press kisses along her inner thighs.

Ross could feel her shiver under his touch, the anticipation building as he drew closer. With a careful hand, he gently spread her folds, exposing the healthy pink flesh within.

The contrast between her creamy white thighs and her blushing pink flower of love was an exquisite sight, stirring a primal hunger within him.

Ross’s gaze lingered, appreciating the soft curves and the delicate details, the way her body responded to his touch. The sight alone made his desire surge, and he felt himself growing harder in anticipation.

His fingers traced gentle circles along her sensitive skin, drawing soft sounds from her lips as he continued to explore, his movements both tender and deliberate.

Jasmine’s breath quickened, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she surrendered to his touch, lost in the sensations he awakened within her.

With every kiss, every touch, Ross felt a deeper connection forming, a sense of possessiveness mingling with his desire. This was a moment meant only for them, a testament to the intimacy they shared, and he was determined to make her feel every bit of the pleasure he could offer.

"Perfect, just perfect," Ross murmured, his voice low with anticipation. He lowered himself, his lips brushing against Jasmine’s soft pussy, savoring the moment before tasting the sweet nectar that awaited him. He felt as if he were a man parched and wandering a desert, discovering an oasis only Jasmine could offer.

As he drank deeply, he felt her warmth against his lips, the taste rich and intoxicating, each drop igniting his senses. Her body responded to his touch, her fingers gripping the sheets as she trembled beneath him. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, a rhythm that matched his own.

Every taste drew him deeper, stirring a hunger that seemed endless, his own pleasure building as he lost himself in the sweetness she offered.

"Rooosssssssss!" Jasmine’s voice filled the room, her cry breaking the silence as Ross’s warm, skillful tongue continued its deep exploration.

His touch was relentless, each movement drawing her closer, until after only five minutes, her restraint shattered.

She arched her back, her hands clutching the sheets as waves of pleasure rippled through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Every stroke, every flick of his tongue, seemed to pull her deeper into a blissful surrender, her body melting under his control as he drove her to the very edge, and then beyond.

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