Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 958: Chapter 958 Quest

Ross leaned over Nina briefly, capturing her lips in a scorching kiss that made her shiver, before returning his attention to Carrie.

His hands glided over her body, teasing, stroking, flicking her clit with expert precision.

Carrie’s breathing hitched, her hips bucking into his fingers as she tried desperately to chase release, but Ross was relentless in his timing, pulling back just when she felt she would explode.

Ross, seeing the raw desire in both women, chuckled low in satisfaction.

He was in complete control, orchestrating their pleasure, their frustration, their surrender.

And he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Come fuck me now, Ross. I can’t wait anymore,” Carrie moaned, her tone dripping with need.

Her hungry eyes never left his, pupils dilated as if she were intoxicated by him.

Her hands kneaded her breasts greedily, tugging on her nipples until they ached.

Then, with a sultry tilt of her head, she leaned down and sucked one of them into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she moaned around it.

She was giving him the picture of a woman utterly consumed by desire, shameless and willing to do anything to be taken.

Ross smirked.

“As you wish, Carrie.” His voice was deep, commanding, filled with the confidence of a man who knew she was already his.

He wasn’t the type to tease needlessly—not when she was trembling with impatience.

Nina lay sprawled on the bed beside them, her body glistening with sweat, still limp from her own turn under him.

Now, it was Carrie’s moment.

Ross moved between Carrie’s spread thighs.

Her pussy was glistening wet, her folds parting slightly as if begging for him.

He placed the thick head of his cock at her entrance and pushed forward slowly.

Even prepared as she was, his sheer size made her body resist.

Carrie gasped sharply, her hips jerking as her slick walls stretched around him.

Her nails clawed at the sheets, teeth gritted, her breath coming in frantic pants.

“Ohhhhhh… yesssss…” she moaned, her voice shaking as inch after inch forced its way inside.

“It’s too big, Ross—ahhhhhh! But I need it! I need all of it!”

Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the strain.

Ross growled low, savoring the feeling of her tightness gripping him like a velvet vice.

He pushed harder, each slow thrust claiming more of her until she was stuffed full, trembling beneath him.

“I still have more to give,” Ross muttered, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her wider. “Now take it all.”

Carrie’s back arched, her breasts bouncing as she cried out.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck me, Ross, fuck me harder! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her body writhed under him, begging for the merciless pounding she craved.

Ross began to move in deep, steady strokes, each thrust slamming into her with enough force to shake the bed.

Her moans rose in pitch, breaking into desperate screams as her body surrendered completely to his size and strength.

“Yessss! That’s it! Harder, Ross! Make me yours! Fuck me like no one else can!” Carrie cried, her voice raw with pleasure.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered darkly, “Yes. No man is allowed to touch what’s mine.” Then he drove into her harder, faster, every thrust leaving her body convulsing in ecstasy.

Her eyes rolled back, her voice lost in broken cries of his name as he pounded her without mercy, her world narrowing until nothing existed but Ross, his cock, and the relentless pleasure tearing her apart.

With Ross’s wild, relentless thrusts driving into her, Carrie was already teetering on the edge long before the night had even begun.

Her body trembled, her cries grew frantic, and her mind spiraled into chaos under the storm of pleasure crashing over her.

“C–Coming! Coming, coming, coming! Fuck me, Ross—don’t stop, I’m already there, I’m coming now! Ahhhhhhh!” Carrie screamed, her voice ragged and desperate.

Her entire body seized up as her orgasm tore through her, and a violent gush of liquid burst from her cunt, squirting around Ross’s cock in uncontrollable waves.

Her pussy clenched tight, squeezing and milking him for all it was worth as she convulsed beneath him.

But Ross wasn’t done. He didn’t slow down.

If anything, her climax only fueled him further.

His hips slammed harder, faster, doubling in speed and ferocity until every thrust sounded like thunder echoing through the room.

The weight of his body crashed into her again and again, his cock spearing so deep inside her that her toes curled and her voice broke into incoherent cries.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ross—too much! It’s too much, I love it—ahhhhhh!” Carrie sobbed, her nails clawing at his back, leaving angry red streaks down his skin.

Her hips tried to buck away, but Ross pinned her in place with his overwhelming strength, grinding her into the mattress until she could do nothing but take him.

Another orgasm hit her. Then another.

Her body writhed uncontrollably as each climax rolled into the next, leaving her trembling, soaked, and utterly consumed.

If Carrie had been a mortal woman, her body would have shattered long ago—her hips broken, her insides ruined by his sheer size and force.

But she wasn’t mortal. She was immortal now, her flesh and bones blessed with a strength that no ordinary body could endure.

And because of that, Ross could unleash himself fully, without restraint.

The bed beneath them groaned in protest, wood splintering with each brutal thrust.

The frame rocked violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Sheets were already soaked, clinging to their sweat-drenched skin.

Carrie’s eyes rolled back as another scream ripped from her throat.

“Ohhhh fuck, Ross! Again—I’m coming again! Ahhhhhhh!” Her pussy squirted once more, soaking Ross’s abdomen and the sheets below.

Her body shook violently as she clung to him like a lifeline, her thighs locked tight around his waist to keep him buried deep inside her.

Ross only growled, his pace merciless, his strength endless.

He was a beast in human skin, driving her to the brink of madness with every single thrust.

And Carrie—helpless, overwhelmed, addicted—could do nothing but surrender to him completely.