Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1162 Beacon

Miku didn’t answer. Couldn’t. She just gritted her teeth and slammed her hips down the rest of the way, taking every last inch until her ass rested flush against his thighs and his cock was buried to the hilt deep in her belly.

The fullness was overwhelming—borderline too much—but exactly what she craved.

She felt impaled, owned, stretched to her absolute limit.

Her inner walls clenched involuntarily around him, milking his length as if trying to pull him even deeper.

For a moment she stayed still, savoring the sensation, letting her body adjust.

Her hands braced on his broad shoulders, nails digging in as she rolled her hips experimentally, grinding in a slow circle that dragged the thick head across her most sensitive spots.

Then she started riding him in earnest.

Miku lifted up slowly, feeling every ridge and vein drag along her walls, until only the tip remained inside.

Then she dropped back down hard.

Pak.

The wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs echoed in the quiet room.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

She found a ruthless rhythm quickly—bouncing hard and fast, her full breasts jiggling with every impact.

Juices coated his shaft, dripping down over his balls and onto the chair beneath them, making each thrust slicker, louder, filthier.

The lewd sounds of their joining filled the air: wet squelches, sharp skin-on-skin slaps, her breathless moans, his low growls.

Ross didn’t remain idle for long.

His head dipped forward, mouth latching hungrily onto one bouncing breast.

He sucked hard on her nipple, tongue flicking rapidly over the hardened peak before grazing it with his teeth.

The sharp pleasure shot straight to her clit, making her pussy clamp down around him even tighter.

He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention—sucking, biting, soothing with his tongue—while his large hands guided her hips, pulling her down harder, faster, deeper.

”God, yes—fuck me just like that,” he rasped against her skin, voice thick with lust.

”Ride my cock, baby. Show me how much you needed this.”

Miku’s pace turned frantic.

She leaned forward, changing the angle so the thick shaft rubbed relentlessly against her front wall with every bounce.

Her clit ground against his pelvis on each downward thrust, sending electric jolts through her body.

Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down her spine; her dark hair clung to her flushed cheeks.

She was close—so embarrassingly close already.

”Ross—oh fuck—I’m gonna—”

He knew the signs: the way her thighs started trembling, the way her moans pitched higher, the way her pussy began fluttering wildly around him.

One strong hand slid from her hip to where they were joined.

His thumb found her swollen, slick clit and rubbed it in tight, merciless circles—fast and rough, exactly how she liked it.

That was all it took.

Miku’s orgasm exploded through her like wildfire.

Her back arched sharply, head thrown back as a shattered cry tore from her throat.

Her pussy spasmed violently around his buried cock, walls rippling and clenching in powerful waves as she came harder than she had all weekend.

Juices gushed around him, soaking his lap, dripping down his balls.

Her entire body shook, nails raking down his shoulders as she rode out the blinding pleasure.

Ross growled through it all, thrusting up into her spasming heat, prolonging her climax until she was gasping, trembling, barely able to hold herself upright.

Only when she collapsed forward against his chest, panting and boneless, did he ease his thumb away. But he didn’t let her rest for long.

With a dark, predatory smile, he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other under her ass, and stood—still buried balls-deep inside her.

Miku instinctively locked her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he carried her the short distance to the bed.

He tossed her onto the mattress on her back, following her down without ever pulling out.

Hooking her knees over his elbows, he spread her wide and started pounding into her with deep, brutal strokes that made the headboard slam against the wall.

Round one had just been the warm-up.

They had hours until dawn—and Ross intended to use every single minute reminding Miku exactly why she kept risking everything to sneak into his room night after night.

By the time the sun rose, she’d be deliciously sore, thoroughly claimed, and already counting down until she could do it all again.

***

A day after Miku’s breathless midnight visit, Sabrina officially moved into Ross’s cozy cabin room at the edge of the campgrounds.

Her friends back at the big shared tent weren’t about to let her go without a proper send-off.

They turned the evening into a warm, heartfelt farewell party—nothing lavish or over-the-top, just the kind of simple celebration that felt perfectly right under the open sky.

They built a crackling campfire, skewered fresh fish the hunting team caught earlier, and grilled them until the skin was crisp and fragrant.

Someone produced a cast-iron pan for garlic bread toasted with herbs scavenged from the nearby woods, and another friend surprised everyone by baking a rich chocolate cake in a Dutch oven buried in the coals—fudgy, slightly gooey in the center, topped with a scattering of sweet berries.

They even scrounged up a handful of mismatched candles to stick in the top, singing an off-key but enthusiastic ”For She’s a Jolly Good Camper” while Sabrina laughed and wiped happy tears from her eyes.

Hugs were exchanged, playful jabs were thrown about finally escaping the nightly chorus of snores and tent farts, and promises were made to visit often.

By the time Sabrina shouldered her duffel bag and waved goodbye, her cheeks ached from smiling and her heart felt full.

One week later, life in the cabin had fallen into a deliciously indulgent rhythm.

Mornings began slow and languid, sunlight filtering through the curtains as Sabrina and Ross stayed tangled in the sheets far longer than necessary.

The apocalypse was here but Sabrina was happy that she finally found a great love in Ross’ arms.