Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1245: Chapter 1245 Camping

Anita’s fingers curled into the leather cushion. Her breath hitched again, ragged and uneven.

She could feel every inch of him stretching her—thick, unyielding, far bigger than anything she’d ever taken.

The pressure was overwhelming, borderline painful, yet beneath it burned a deep, aching heat that made her clit throb and her inner walls clench greedily around the intrusion.

Fresh slickness leaked out around him, dripping down the underside of his shaft, pooling against his heavy balls.

She should push him away.

She knew she should.

Her husband’s face flashed behind her closed eyelids—worried, hopeful, still out there somewhere in the ruins.

Waiting. Believing she was still faithful. Still his.

But her hips… her hips didn’t listen.

They gave the tiniest, almost imperceptible rock backward.

Not enough to take more of him. Just enough to feel the head shift slightly inside her, nudging against that sensitive front wall.

A soft, broken whimper escaped her throat before she could stop it.

Ross felt it—the subtle push, the way her pussy fluttered harder around those two inches. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“Anita…” His voice was rougher now, edged with restraint. “You’re so fucking tight. Look at how your cunt’s gripping me already. Sucking on just the tip like it doesn’t want to let go.”

He flexed his cock once—deliberately—making it swell thicker inside her for a heartbeat.

Anita’s back arched involuntarily; a long, trembling “Ohhh…” spilled from her lips. Her thighs quivered. Another trickle of wetness slid down his length.

“I’m not moving until you tell me to stop,” Ross murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Or until you ask me to give you the rest.”

He leaned down further, chest pressing fully against her back now, one hand sliding up to cup the side of her face—gentle, almost tender—while the other stayed splayed on her hip, thumb stroking the sensitive crease where thigh met ass.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “Or push back and take another inch. Your choice, baby.”

Anita’s breathing turned ragged—short, desperate gasps.

Guilt clawed at her chest, sharp and hot, but the ache between her legs was louder. Deeper.

The stretch of just those two inches already felt obscene, addictive.

She could imagine how the rest would feel—filling her completely, splitting her open, claiming every inch until there was nothing left but him.

Her fingers flexed against the leather.

Her hips rocked again—small, hesitant, but unmistakable.

Another inch slipped inside her.

Three now.

Her moan was louder this time—raw, needy, edged with shame and surrender.

Ross exhaled slowly through his nose, fighting the urge to thrust. His cock throbbed hard inside her, pre-cum leaking steadily, mixing with her slickness.

“Good tight cunt,” he breathed against her neck. “That’s it. Take what you need.”

He stayed still—letting her set the pace, letting her wrestle with the last threads of resistance.

Anita’s eyes squeezed shut. Tears of conflict pricked at the corners.

But her hips… her hips kept moving.

Slow.

Tentative.

Greedy.

One more inch.

Then another.

Ross groaned low in his throat as her tight, fluttering walls swallowed more of him—stretching, yielding, molding around his impossible girth.

She was going to take it all.

And they both knew it.

With no word spoken, no push away, no final plea to stop—only the heavy, trembling silence of a woman caught between guilt and craving—Ross took it as the permission it was.

He didn’t rush.

He didn’t need to.

His hands stayed firm on her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft, oiled flesh just above the swell of her ass, holding her steady as he began the slow, inexorable forward roll of his pelvis.

The first additional inch slid in smoothly—her slick walls parting around the thick ridge of his shaft with a wet, audible stretch.

Anita’s breath caught sharply; her fingers dug deeper into the leather, knuckles whitening.

A low, broken sound escaped her throat—not quite a moan, not quite a sob—somewhere in between.

Ross paused for a heartbeat, letting her feel it: the way her pussy clenched and fluttered helplessly around the new depth, trying to adjust to the growing invasion.

Her inner muscles rippled in frantic little spasms, milking him instinctively even as her mind still wrestled with the betrayal.

Then another inch.

And another.

He fed himself into her with agonizing patience—long, gliding strokes that never retreated, only advanced.

Each forward push stretched her wider, deeper; the fat head of his cock nudged past untouched spots inside her, pressing against sensitive ridges and soft walls that had never known anything close to his size. Anita’s back arched involuntarily, spine bowing as her body opened for him.

Fresh slickness gushed around his shaft with every gained inch, coating him, easing the way, dripping in thick rivulets down her inner thighs and onto the sofa beneath them.

By the seventh inch she was trembling—full-body shivers rippling through her limbs. Her moans had turned continuous, soft and fractured:

“Ohhh… oh god… too much… so big…” The words tumbled out unfiltered, half protest, half plea.

Ross leaned over her fully now, chest pressed to her oiled back, one arm sliding beneath her to cup the heavy swell of one breast through her bra.

He pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, rolling it in time with his next slow thrust.

“Shhh,” he murmured against the nape of her neck, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. “You’re taking it so well, Anita. Look how your cunt’s opening up for me. Sucking me in like it’s starving.”

Another inch. Then two more in one smooth glide.

She cried out—sharp, high—hips jerking backward on reflex, driving him deeper than she’d meant to.

The sudden fullness punched the air from her lungs; her pussy spasmed hard around him, walls clamping down in rhythmic waves as the first small, involuntary orgasm tore through her.

It wasn’t from pleasure alone—it was from the sheer overwhelming stretch, the pressure against every nerve ending inside her at once.

Her clit throbbed untouched; her toes curled; tears pricked at the corners of her closed eyes.