Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 957: Chapter 957 Dinosaur

Ross’s hands were firm on her hips, holding her in place as he slowly pulled back and drove forward again, each thrust precise, controlled, and perfectly measured to maximize her pleasure. Nina felt every inch, every movement, and her body writhed in response, hips rolling, legs shaking, and back arching to match him.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Waves of heat pooled low in her belly, coursing through her legs, her breasts, and every nerve ending in her skin.

Her nipples brushed against his chest, hardening further, sending sparks of pleasure up to her throat and down to her pussy.

She moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his, taste mingling with the intimate heat of their bodies pressed together.

Every time Ross thrust, he drove deeper, filling her completely, stretching and claiming her in a way that made her feel both fragile and alive.

Her body pressed into his, meeting him with every motion, and she felt a deep, aching connection—as if he wasn’t just inside her body, but inside her very desire, her hunger, her need.

Her hands roamed briefly, touching his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscles on his body, then settling back on his shoulders to brace herself for the next wave of sensation.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, half-caught in her throat, half-shouted silently in her mind as pleasure and longing collided.

Ross didn’t relent.

Each stroke of his hips was deliberate, punishing, and yet intoxicating, teaching her body how to move with him, how to meet his pace, how to surrender completely.

Nina’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as the tension in her cunt built impossibly high, the combination of his size, strength, and the way he filled her driving her toward a crescendo she had never imagined possible.

Time became meaningless.

The world beyond the bed, beyond the room, ceased to exist.

There was only Ross, only the fire of pleasure, the exquisite pain and stretching of her pussy, the thrill of being dominated so completely, so utterly.

Her mind screamed in silent ecstasy, body quivering as she surrendered herself fully, each thrust carrying her closer to a desperate, shattering climax she knew she would never forget.

And all the while, his hands guided, controlled, and held her, every movement teaching her that this—this pleasure, this domination, this complete surrender—was what it meant to be his.

"Ahhhh..."

"Ohhhh...."

"Ughhh..."

Nina moaned softly, sweetly, her body still trembling under the lingering waves of Ross’s relentless thrusts.

Every nerve in her body felt alive, every inch of her pussy gripping his thick, fat cock with an insatiable hunger.

The tension, the ache from earlier, had melted completely into pleasure.

Her tight walls stretched exquisitely around him, molding perfectly to every movement of his hips.

She was slick, coated entirely in her own juices, so abundant that it ran down the crack of her ass, pooling in a creamy, glistening mess that testified to how fully she had surrendered to him.

With Ross moving exactly as she needed, deliberate and unyielding, it took her less than five minutes to shatter.

"Ahhhhhh...!" Nina screamed in a guttural, ecstatic cry, her body convulsing as the first orgasm ripped through her.

Her hips bucked instinctively, clinging to him, and Ross continued his perfect rhythm, thrusting deep into her as if he were carrying her through wave after wave of release.

Each movement sent her higher, the pleasure stacking upon itself, until her body trembled uncontrollably and her mind went blank, consumed entirely by sensation.

Her pussy clenched around him as if claiming him for herself, dripping with her juices, every nerve alight with overstimulation.

The feeling of being filled so completely, held and used by his skillful hands and body, drove her to scream silently in her mind again and again.

By the ten-minute mark, Ross finally eased up, letting her sag back onto the bed, panting, flushed, and glistening with sweat.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples hard and sensitive, and her thighs were slick and trembling from her own release.

She was completely spent, yet already achingly aware of her desire to have him again.

Ross slowly pulled his cock free from Nina, and a hot, thick torrent of cum spilled from her slick, over-stimulated pussy, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her.

"Ohhhhhh...." Nina groaned, shivering in the aftermath, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release.

Her lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes half-lidded with lingering desire, but her mind was already anticipating what was next.

Ross didn’t linger. With a low, commanding hum, he shifted his attention to Carrie, his eyes dark with intent.

The black haired beauty lay before him, flushed and desperate, her body slick with arousal.

Every curve, every tremble of her flesh called to him, and he leaned down, hands already sliding to tease her sensitive folds, ready to pull her to the heights of pleasure just as he had done with Nina.

Carrie was writhing in equal, if not greater, torment.

Carrie’s face was deep pink, damp strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Her hands teased at her hard, sensitive nipples while Ross’s expert fingers and thumb teased her folds, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge.

Every time Carrie’s body tensed, every little moan and whimper, Ross pulled just slightly back, prolonging her torment, keeping her on the razor’s edge.

Carrie bit her lips, frustration and longing mingling on her beautiful face.

"Hmmmmm...."

"Ohhhhhhhh..." She didn’t speak, but her eyes glimmered with want, and her body betrayed her silently, slick and needy as Ross continued to tease her with absolute control.

Her moans were tiny yet exceedingly alluring to the senses.

The sight of Carrie trembling, desperate to come yet denied, made Nina’s own body pulse with renewed wetness and desire.

Ross, noticing the subtle shift in Nina’s expression, smirked inwardly.

The contrast fascinated him: Nina, spent but still achingly ready for more, and Carrie, teetering on the brink of orgasm yet still under his complete control.