Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 960: Chapter 960 Soccer

Nearby, Nina’s eyes were wide with shock and awe.

She instinctively clenched her ass, unsure of why her body reacted so strongly to what she was seeing.

She had never imagined that pleasure could be so layered, so intense, or so simultaneously overwhelming.

Like Carrie, her sexual experiences had been limited solely to Ross, but seeing the exquisite torment and bliss he could inflict opened her mind to sensations she had yet to feel.

A slow smile spread across Nina’s lips, one that held equal parts fear, curiosity, and desire.

She could feel the heat building in her own body just from watching, her nipples tightening and her thighs growing damp.

She knew, deep down, that it would soon be her turn.

Ross would not stop at Carrie—he would bring her into this same storm of sensations, testing and awakening every hidden nerve in her body.

The thought made her pulse quicken, her breath shallow and uneven, and a tingling warmth spread from her core to her spine.

Ross, sensing the rising tension in the room, continued his deliberate, unrelenting assault on Carrie.

For more than ten minutes, he moved with expert precision, alternating between slow, deep thrusts and sudden, punishing drives. Carrie’s body writhed beneath him, her back arching violently, hands clawing at the sheets, and her moans filling the room in a symphony of lust.

Each thrust made her tremble and quiver, each teasing flick of his fingers against her ass or clit sending fresh waves of ecstasy coursing through her.

Every glance Ross gave Nina was calculated.

He could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, the dampening between her thighs, the way her hands fidgeted as her anticipation built.

He didn’t speak—his presence alone, the sight of Carrie writhing under him, was enough to ignite Nina’s desire, to make her body betray her as it prepared for what was coming.

Carrie, overwhelmed with double penetration and relentless stimulation, gasped and moaned uncontrollably, her eyes half-lidded, rolling in pleasure.

She clutched Ross’s arms and buried her face in the pillow as he synchronized his movements, his cock inside her pussy driving deep while his pinky finger toyed with her ass.

Each motion built upon the last, each thrust and curl of his finger sending her over the edge again and again.

Finally, Ross slowed just enough to allow Nina’s realization to fully settle in.

He looked directly at her, his dark gaze locking onto hers.

In that moment, Nina’s breath hitched.

Her body tingled from head to toe, her core throbbed with desire, and every nerve seemed alive with anticipation.

The knowledge that her turn had come—the knowledge that she would soon experience the same overwhelming, consuming pleasure that Carrie had—made her shiver, bite her lip, and arch instinctively toward him.

Ross’s smirk deepened.

He leaned forward slightly, brushing a finger along Nina’s inner thigh, just close enough to tease without touching, sending shivers of longing through her entire body.

Carrie’s moans echoed around them, a constant reminder of what awaited Nina.

The air was thick with sweat, sex, and tension, heavy enough to make breathing feel like a luxury.

Nina’s hands tightened into fists at her sides.

Her anticipation built unbearably as she waited, aching, trembling, and desperate for him.

Ross’s deliberate attention on Carrie, paired with the teasing and unspoken promise aimed at Nina, made her pulse race uncontrollably.

Every second of delay only heightened her desire, making her body ache for him more urgently, for his hands, his touch, and his dominance to claim her fully.

Ross finally looked back at Carrie, ensuring she was trembling, quivering, and utterly lost to him, before letting his gaze return to Nina with a dark, possessive smile.

The moment of anticipation broke, and Nina knew—her turn had come.

“Come here, Nina,” Ross called, his deep voice filled with a commanding authority that made her shiver.

Nina obeyed immediately, her pulse racing as she approached him.

She noticed Ross had left Carrie trembling and gasping on the bed, still spent from the earlier torment, and now he lay back, broad and relaxed, his cock impossibly hard and thick, pulsing with desire.

A wave of heat rushed through her; she knew exactly what he wanted—and she felt a thrill at being the one to take control this time.

Slowly, she straddled his hips, letting her knees press into the mattress on either side.

Her hands wrapped around his massive manhood, feeling its heat and hardness pulse in her palms.

She hesitated for a moment, savoring the tension, then lowered herself onto him, letting her wet folds part and take him into her tight, pink pussy.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned, her voice soft, trembling, and full of wonder.

The stretch, the pressure, the fullness of him inside her made her gasp.

Her cunt shivered as she felt herself completely filled, every nerve ending on fire.

Her juices flowed freely, slick and hot, coating him and soaking her own thighs.

Nina’s eyes fluttered closed as she began to move.

At first, slow and careful, letting herself adjust to the overwhelming sensation of his thickness inside her.

Then, as her body responded and the pleasure built, she began to rock her hips faster, up and down, feeling every pulse of his cock with each movement.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, filled with heat and desire.

“Ahhh… yes… ohhh… Ross!” Her hands gripped his chest tightly, nails digging in slightly as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him with every thrust.

Her body bounced and rolled in perfect rhythm with him, every motion sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.

She felt a dizzying rush of sensation as the tight walls of her pussy clamped around him, milking him with every motion.

The friction, the fullness, the intense pressure—it was intoxicating.

She realized why some people became addicted to sex, why their bodies and minds craved it endlessly.

She felt herself becoming dependent on this sensation, her life incomplete without him filling her so fully.