Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 949: Chapter 949 Balance

"Mmfff—ahhh—mmmmm!" Nina tried to scream against his lips, her muffled moans shaking as her body betrayed her.

Every brutal thrust stretched her walls so tight she thought she might split apart, but her pussy only grew wetter, gushing around him, clamping desperately as if begging him never to stop.

Her legs locked around his waist without her even realizing, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.

She could feel the veins of his cock grinding along her walls, hitting every sensitive spot, pounding her womb like he was trying to break it open.

Nina’s world spun. Her vision blurred at the edges.

The rhythm of his thrusts, the heat of his tongue, the crushing weight of his body—it all melted into one overwhelming force that swallowed her whole.

She thought she had already reached her limit earlier, but Ross was proving her wrong.

With each merciless thrust, each stolen breath, he was dragging her higher and higher, past pain, past pleasure, into a place where her mind could no longer keep up with what her body was enduring.

"Ross...! Ohhhhhh—!" Her voice finally broke free between his kisses, a ragged, desperate cry that trembled through the air.

Her pussy clenched violently, her body convulsing as another climax ripped through her, stronger than the last, her juices squirting out between them and soaking the sheets.

But Ross didn’t stop. Not even when her body spasmed under him.

Not even when she begged with her nails and screams.

He fucked her through it all, his cock pistoning without pause, as if he intended to carve his name into her very soul with every thrust.

Ross knew how to tame and train a woman and so he properly introduced Nina to the true, overwhelming joys of sex.

With relentless stamina and an experienced touch, he guided her through every position he knew.

He lifted her legs high over his shoulders and drove into her with deep, powerful strokes that made her toes curl.

He pressed her chest flat against the bed, pounding her from behind until the headboard rattled against the wall.

He bent her over the edge of the mattress and yanked her hair to make her arch beautifully for him.

He even made her ride him until her thighs trembled and gave out, forcing her to collapse against his chest in a sweaty, gasping heap before flipping her back onto the bed and starting again.

Every shift of their bodies only heightened the raw, animalistic passion between them.

Ross made sure to claim her fully.

His lips latched onto her nipples again and again, sucking hard until the peaks turned red and swollen.

He marked her with love bites scattered across her breasts, her neck, her collarbone—dark, blooming imprints of possession that would surely last for days.

Each time his teeth grazed her flesh, Nina shivered and moaned louder, far from resisting.

She welcomed it, her body arching to offer him more.

She no longer cared about appearances, about control, or about anything else.

Her mind was drowned in lust, and her entire being was focused only on the endless waves of pleasure that Ross forced upon her.

Her pussy never stopped trembling, never stopped gushing.

With each thrust, Ross ground himself deeper into her, filling her to the very limits.

Every time his cock dragged against her insides, she came undone all over again.

She lost count of how many orgasms tore through her—ten, twenty, perhaps even more.

Time blurred into nothing but ecstasy.

It felt like hours had passed, her body repeatedly breaking apart in bliss, only to crave more the moment the wave subsided.

Her voice grew hoarse from moaning his name, but still she cried out for him, unable to stop herself.

By the time Ross pushed her into the final round, Nina was delirious.

Sweat glistened across her flushed skin, strands of hair plastered to her face.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails across his skin as she tried desperately to hold on.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably around his waist, her body giving everything it had left to ride out the storm he unleashed inside her.

"Rosssssss!" she screamed with every last ounce of strength as her cunt exploded in one final, gigantic orgasm.

Her juices squirted from deep inside her, splashing across Ross’s cock and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them.

The force of it left her body shaking violently, her mind blank from the sheer intensity.

And then... silence.

Her head fell limply back on the pillows, her chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths.

Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she passed out on the bed—sleeping soundly, her face still carrying the faintest of smiles.

Her body, marked with bruises, bites, and sweat, bore the proof of his complete conquest.

Ross hovered above her, still hard, still unsated despite having fucked her into unconsciousness.

He smirked faintly as his eyes traced over her sleeping form.

She looked utterly ruined and yet so beautiful—her hair messy, her lips swollen, her body twitching lightly from aftershocks.

He reached out and brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek, his fingers lingering there for a moment.

"She is one great fuck. A good piece to my collection," Ross muttered under his breath, satisfaction thick in his tone.

He leaned down and pressed one last kiss to her forehead, gentle in contrast to the roughness of the hours before.

Then, pulling back, he admired the sight one final time—the girl sprawled, claimed, and utterly his.

For the first time all night, Ross allowed himself to relax.

He stretched out beside her, one arm draping lazily over her waist.

Sleep would not come easily to him—his mind was already racing with thoughts of what he would do next, who he would conquer next, and how far his reach would go.

But for now, he was content to watch Nina sleep, her breath soft and steady, her body still pressed against his.

Tomorrow, she would wake and remember this night forever.