Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1021: Chaptee 1021 NPC

Karen squirted uncontrollably, the warm spray coating the entirety of Ross’s cock and running down his balls, leaving them glistening and slick with her fresh, hot release.

Ross didn’t falter; he simply adjusted his rhythm, pressing in deeper, stretching her to the limits of her pleasure, his own groans mingling with hers.

Karen’s body trembled violently, every inch of her ablaze.

She felt the pure, raw connection between them—the sensation of being taken, filled, and worshiped all at once.

Her climax didn’t let up immediately; it pulsed through her repeatedly, waves of her pussy tightening around him as he continued to drive into her relentlessly.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as her body rode out the pleasure in perfect, unyielding harmony with his thrusts.

By the time she finally slumped against him, breathless and trembling, her body still shivering from the intensity, Ross held her close, his own chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied groans.

The bed beneath them was a mess of sweat and their mingled fluids, a testament to the storm they had just weathered together.

”You got yours... now be ready for mine, Karen,” Ross whispered, his voice low, rough, and urgent.

His body shifted over hers, pressing down with a heat and force that made her pulse spike.

There was a sudden change in his rhythm, faster, harder, more desperate, and Karen’s stomach clenched at the thought of what was coming.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The bed shook violently beneath them, the force of his thrusts jarring her completely. Karen’s eyes widened in panic as the reality of his words hit her.

”I... I’m not ready to get pregnant yet, Ross!” she gasped, panic threading through her voice.

Her hands clawed at the sheets as worry spiraled in her mind.

She hadn’t even sorted out how to tell Marco, her longtime boyfriend, about the complicated feelings between them, and now this...

If Ross made her pregnant, she had no idea what she would do. How could she face her parents?

How could she process this herself?

The thought made her chest tighten with dread—but the body beneath her was betraying her, quivering and yearning under his relentless touch.

”Don’t worry,” Ross said firmly, his hands gripping her hips and guiding her body with precision.

”You won’t get pregnant if you don’t want to. Trust me.”

Karen wanted to believe him. She wanted to, desperately—but deep down, doubt nagged at her.

Boys always said things like this in the heat of the moment, justifying the fire of coming inside a woman, masking the selfish thrill.

Her mind screamed caution, but her body was already caught in a tidal wave of sensation.

A minute later, the first explosive, scorching spurts of Ross’s come erupted deep inside her, filling her tight, slick walls with heat.

Pew

Pew

Pew

Karen cried out, gasping as an involuntary shiver ran through her.

The sudden fullness triggered another eruption of pleasure, her body convulsing, her legs trembling as her second orgasm slammed into her with overwhelming intensity.

She felt herself trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ignited, as her hips bucked against him even though he held her firmly in place.

Her moans, desperate and ragged, echoed in the room, mixing with the deep groans of Ross, who seemed equally consumed by the heat between them.

Karen’s mind spun between panic and pleasure—the irrational fear of consequences clashing with the pure, undeniable ecstasy of her body.

She could feel every inch of him, every heartbeat, every spurt, and it drove her wild, pulling her further into the storm.

Ross didn’t slow.

He moved with deliberate, almost feral urgency, pressing into her, stretching and filling her, his rhythm relentless.

Karen’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, as another wave of heat pulsed from her core, threatening to shatter her once more.

She felt the slick, hot trails of their mingled fluids running together, the evidence of their wild connection.

And still, through the haze of shivering pleasure and overwhelming sensation, a part of her mind clung to the fear: the thought of pregnancy, the thought of what this could mean, of what she should have done, of the choices she had yet to make.

But Ross’s presence, his dominance, the way he filled her entirely, drowned all hesitation.

She was lost in him, in the sensations, in the intoxicating, consuming moment that left no room for reason.

When the waves finally subsided, Karen lay trembling beneath him, her body still quivering in the aftershocks of multiple climaxes.

Her chest heaved, her hair stuck to her flushed skin, and yet even as fear lingered faintly in the back of her mind, she couldn’t deny the raw, intense pleasure that still pulsed through her.

Ross held her close, steadying her, his own breathing ragged but satisfied, and in that moment, nothing else existed except the hot, wild connection they had just shared.

Now, with Ross’s come buried deep inside her, Karen felt a strange, searing heat coursing through every vein, every fiber of her body.

It was like electricity and fire combined, surging through her with such intensity that she gasped and trembled, her nails digging into the sheets.

Her body shifted, transformed—she could feel her strength multiplying, her senses sharpening.

Unbeknownst to her, she had crossed the threshold of mortality.

She was no longer an ordinary woman, vulnerable and fragile.

She had become something more, something immortal, though the truth of it had yet to register in her mind.

A normal woman would have screamed in pain under Ross’s relentless thrusts, her body battered and aching after the first few minutes.

This was especially true at a woman’s first time at fucking.

But Karen’s body was no longer normal.

She felt power coursing through her, each nerve alive with energy, every muscle strengthened beyond human limits.

She could take him, every thrust, every angle, every pounding, and still crave more.

Her pussy, tight and insatiable, clung to him, trembling and spasming with pleasure, seemingly endless in its capacity to give and receive ecstasy.