Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 956: Chapter 956 Ramen

It splashed over their faces, tangled in their hair, and streamed down their delicate necks until their breasts and shoulders gleamed under the mess.

It was no exaggeration to say Ross gave them a bath; his release drenched them so thoroughly that the floor beneath was slick with what overflowed.

The sight was intoxicating—two breathtaking women, one dark-haired, one blonde, kneeling side by side, their faces and mouths overflowing with his essence.

Both were completely coated, yet neither looked ashamed.

On the contrary, Carrie moaned softly as she scooped some from her lips with her tongue, swallowing greedily.

Nina mirrored her, dragging her tongue along her chin, even licking from the corner of Carrie’s mouth as though unwilling to waste a single drop.

They looked at each other through the veil of cum, and both broke into a sultry smile, their tongues briefly touching before they giggled breathlessly.

Ross smirked down at them, chest heaving from the force of his climax.

"Absolutely gorgeous..." he murmured, his pride swelling as much as his satisfaction.

Neither of them felt dirty.

Drenched and masked in his seed, they only felt chosen, adored, and marked as his.

To them, it wasn’t filth—it was devotion, a gift from the man they both loved.

And they couldn’t wait for more.

Ross, of course, did not leave his women waiting for long.

"Hmmm..." he murmured, capturing both their lips in turn, first Carrie’s, then Nina’s, his kisses deep and intoxicating.

When he finally pulled back, their breaths were ragged, their cheeks flushed with heat.

Without hesitation, he slipped his arms beneath their soft bodies and lifted them effortlessly.

In his grasp, they felt light as feathers, powerless yet safe.

The strength in his arms only deepened their surrender to him.

They clung to his shoulders, their legs curling slightly around his waist as he carried them.

The movement was fluid, commanding, as though the world itself had parted just for him to carry his women to bed.

Thud!

The mattress dipped beneath their weight as Ross laid them down, and before they could recover, his imposing frame loomed over them, devouring their sight and thoughts alike.

His hands moved quickly, peeling away the last remnants of fabric.

Clothes tore, silk slipped to the floor, and soon both women lay fully exposed to his hungry gaze.

Their breasts rose and fell in unison, nipples already hard, anticipation written across every inch of their trembling bodies.

Ross leaned down first to Carrie, his lips sealing against hers.

She responded eagerly, sighing into the kiss, her arms pulling him closer.

Yet when he pulled away, his eyes shifted to Nina, sharp and focused.

She was still new, still in need of shaping.

He intended to brand her soul with his touch, to make her crave him so deeply she would never escape.

"Ahhhhhh... Ross!" Nina cried when his mouth latched onto her breasts.

His tongue swirled around her nipples, sucking them until they stiffened painfully, then nipping at them with the hunger of a beast.

Her back arched off the sheets, her hands clutching at his hair as if to beg him for more, yet fearing he might stop.

At the same time, Carrie was not forgotten.

Ross’s hand slipped lower between her thighs, spreading her folds apart with deliberate care.

His thumb found her clit with unerring accuracy, pressing and strumming it in a steady rhythm, while his middle finger thrust deep into her wet cunt.

"Mmmmmm..." Carrie moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as her body trembled.

The sound of her pleasure mingled with Nina’s louder cries, weaving together into a chorus that filled the room.

Ross alternated his focus—his lips rough on Nina’s breasts, his hand merciless in Carrie’s pussy.

Every move was intentional, every action designed to remind them both that their bodies belonged to him.

Nina gasped again, her thighs trembling as he bit down harder on her nipple, the sting mixing with pleasure until she could no longer tell them apart.

"Ahhhhhh, Ross... more... please!"

Carrie clutched at the sheets, her hips rocking against his hand uncontrollably.

"Yes... yes, right there..." she moaned, her voice breaking as his thumb’s rhythm quickened, strumming her clit like a master musician plucking the perfect note.

The bed rocked beneath them, the sound of wetness growing louder as Ross drove Carrie closer to release while teasing Nina to the brink of madness.

His body radiated strength, his dominance absolute.

He was not merely pleasuring them—he was taming them, binding them tighter to him with every kiss, every touch, every thrust of his fingers.

Both women, caught in the storm of his attention, could only moan, shiver, and surrender completely to the man who claimed them as his own.

"He’s going to fuck me now!" Nina screamed in her mind the moment she felt something impossibly thick and hard press against the curve of her ass.

A shiver of anticipation raced through her, her body trembling as desire pooled deep inside her.

She ached for him, wanted him to move faster, to bury himself inside her right now—but before she could cry out, Ross claimed her lips in a fierce, unyielding kiss.

Her voice was swallowed by the press of his mouth, leaving only lewd, throaty sounds to escape.

She tried to fight, to push back or mimic the movements of his tongue, but the moment his cock aligned with her slick, wet entrance and began to slide inside, all resistance evaporated.

Slowly, he sank into her tight pink depths, stretching her just enough, filling her completely.

Nina gasped, arching her back, hands digging into his shoulders as her hips instinctively lifted to welcome every inch of him.

The feeling of being impaled by his size made her moan silently in her mind, her body trembling from the sheer intensity of it.

"Yessssss!" she thought, spreading her legs wider, desperate to give him full access to her needy, dripping depths.

Her cunt clenched around him, sucking him in as if trying to pull him deeper, to claim every inch of him for herself.