Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 903 Bag

Sarah’s pussy clenched and gushed around him, coating his shaft with slick juices.

“Louder, Sarah.” He bit her neck, forcing another strangled moan from her lips.

Her resolve snapped.

“No! He’s never—he’s never made me feel like this!” she cried, her nails raking across the desk’s surface.

Ross smirked, eyes dark with triumph.

He picked up his pace, pounding her even harder, the desk now rocking violently with their every movement.

Sarah’s moans climbed higher and higher, turning into screams of pleasure she couldn’t contain.

“You’re mine now,” Ross growled, his cock battering her womb with each deep thrust.

“Your husband could never fuck you like this. Only I can. And you love it.”

Sarah shook her head weakly, tears pricking her eyes, but her voice betrayed her as her orgasm rose like a tidal wave.

“Ohhhh god… Ross… that’s not true. Please don’t say that.”

Ross did not reply and just made his action do all the talking for him.

Ross slammed into her with a bone-rattling thrust, grinding against her deepest spot, and Sarah’s body convulsed violently.

She was coming hard!

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure exploded through her.

Her scream filled the office, raw, shameless, and utterly broken.

Ross finally let go, joining Sarah in her release.

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

Thick spurts of his seed shot deep into her wet, trembling pussy, the warmth flooding her womb until her convulsing walls couldn’t hold any more.

The excess spilled out in creamy streams, dripping onto the sheets beneath them, yet Ross wasn’t satisfied.

He tightened his grip on her hips and slammed forward again, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing inside her.

Every thrust was deep and merciless, each one stirring the cum inside her and forcing more of it to leak out, painting her thighs in sticky wetness.

Sarah clawed at the sheets, her voice breaking as she cried out.

“Ahhhhhh! R-Ross! I can’t… I can’t take it anymore!” Her whole body jolted with every stroke, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat glistening across her flushed skin.

But Ross only growled lowly, his pace steady and unyielding.

His long, hard strokes drove her to the brink again and again, the head of his cock grinding against her most sensitive spots.

Sarah’s pussy clamped down uncontrollably, milking him desperately, as if her body refused to let him go.

“Ahhh—ahhhh—ahhhhhh!” Sarah screamed, her voice hoarse as another orgasm crashed through her.

Her legs kicked uselessly, her toes curling, her back arching so high it looked like she might snap.

Her vision blurred as stars burst behind her eyes, and yet Ross’s cock kept plunging into her, forcing her to ride wave after wave.

Her body shook like a leaf in a storm, every muscle twitching as the pleasure devoured her.

The orgasms didn’t even fade before the next one hit—each stronger, sharper, overwhelming her senses until she thought she would pass out.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, dripping down her flushed cheeks, but her mouth stayed open, moans spilling out without restraint.

Still, Ross kept her pinned and filled, his cock stretching her with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly against her.

The mixture of their juices squelched with every movement, the room filled with the obscene sounds of sex and Sarah’s unending cries of pleasure.

She was drowning in ecstasy, her body no longer hers to control.

Ross didn’t let up.

He only shifted his pace after Sarah came constantly for 5 minutes straight, slowing down deliberately to make every nerve ending in Sarah’s body come alive.

Each measured thrust dragged out her pleasure, making her moans more ragged and desperate.

His lips found hers in a deep, consuming kiss, tongues tangling as his hands roamed over her soft, trembling body.

He nibbled lightly along her neck, leaving faint red marks that burned against her skin, then returned to her swollen nipples, sucking and teasing until they hardened to perfection.

His hands weren’t idle.

He traced love bites along her massive, creamy-white breasts, each mark making her chest look impossibly lewd, flushed with desire.

Sarah arched against him, gasping, squirming, completely at his mercy.

Her hands gripped the table as her body writhed beneath him, desperate for more contact, more of the sensations he alone could give.

Beneath him, Ross angled himself so that each downward stroke crushed her clit in the most exquisite way.

The friction made her shiver violently, each slow push sending shivers of fire through her core.

“Ohhhhhh…” She couldn’t help but cry out, a high, trembling moan escaping her lips as her body betrayed her with spasms of ecstasy.

Her pussy was slick and hot, dripping with her juices, and Ross’s relentless rhythm drove her mad.

Every drop she spilled seemed only to encourage him, his expert attention ensuring that no part of her pleasure went unnoticed.

He leaned over her again, capturing her lips in another fierce, possessive kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other pressed down on her trembling belly.

Every movement of his hips was deliberate, methodical, designed to make her lose control. Sarah felt herself unraveling with each thrust, her muscles tightening around him, squeezing him as if she could pull him inside her even deeper.

Ross’s teeth grazed her shoulder and collarbone as he whispered against her ear, his voice low and heated, making her shiver.

“So wet for me… you taste incredible,” he murmured, and Sarah could only shiver, arching into him, wanting more, needing him to keep going.

“Rossss… ahhhhhh…” Her moans grew louder, harsher, and ragged with desperation.

She was a trembling, gasping mess beneath him, her body trembling from the waves of sensation crashing through her.

Her nipples throbbed under his attention, her clit burned with each perfectly timed stroke, and every inch of her was on fire from the exquisite torment he inflicted.

Even as she spilled her love juices again and again, Ross didn’t relent.

He has more to give to make this day unforgettable for Sarah.