Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Fuck, Jane," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."

But she couldn't answer.

She could barely breathe. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she collapsed against the sheets, completely spent—yet her body still pulsing, still aching for more.

Ross didn't stop. He slowed, yes—his strokes now deep and deliberate—but he didn't stop.

He was savoring her now, feeling every inch of her, his eyes locked on her flushed, tear-streaked face.

She looked beautiful—utterly wrecked and glowing.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers, tasting her gasps, whispering into her ear, "I'm not done with you yet."

Jane whimpered, her voice hoarse. "I… I don't know if I can take more…"

Ross grinned, his cock still rock-hard inside her. "Then I'll be gentle… until you beg me not to be."

And just like that, the fire between them flared to life again.

Ross shifted their bodies effortlessly into a new position, muscles flexing beneath Jane as he lay back against the headboard.

With a firm grip on her waist, he pulled her atop him, settling her onto his thick, pulsing cock.

Her back pressed to his chest, her legs spread wide across his hips, and he slipped inside her with ease—like her body was made to take him.

Jane let out a soft, trembling gasp. She was still reeling from her last orgasm, her limbs weak, her thighs quivering with aftershocks.

Her mind was hazy with satisfaction, but her body still responded to him—her pussy twitching and clenching around him instinctively, as if begging for more despite her exhaustion.

"You can't move?" Ross whispered, brushing a kiss along her neck.

His arms tightened around her. "That's fine, Jane. I'll move you."

And he did. With slow, controlled strength, Ross began lifting her body up and down his cock, guiding her in a lazy, sensual rhythm.

Each time she sank down, he filled her completely, and each rise left her gasping for more.

Her walls hugged him so tightly that he could feel every ripple, every twitch of her overstimulated cunt.

"Ahhhhh…" Jane moaned, her head falling forward, her face buried in the pillow before her.

Her body was a slave to his touch, pliant and helpless in his arms.

But Ross wasn't going to let her disappear into softness. Not today.

"I remember when you slapped me, Jane," he said, voice low and dark with playful menace. "You thought I'd forget?"

She opened her mouth to reply—but before she could speak, his hand came down hard.

Pak!

A loud slap echoed through the room as his palm struck her bare ass.

Jane cried out, her body jolting in his grasp.

The sting bloomed across her skin, mixing heat with a delicious ache that made her pussy clench even tighter around his cock.

"That's your payment," Ross growled. "And there's interest."

He slapped her again.

And again.

And again.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Her ass turned pink, then red, his handprint blooming clearly against her pale skin.

But Ross didn't just spank her—he used the motion to bounce her on his cock, thrusting deeper each time, using her body like a toy built just for his pleasure.

Jane couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

Her entire world narrowed to the rhythm of his cock inside her and the fiery sting of each slap across her backside.

Her pussy was soaked, her juices coating his shaft, dripping onto his thighs with every bounce.

Her body burned—both from the pain and from the uncontrollable desire consuming her.

"You feel that?" Ross hissed in her ear. "That's how good you make me feel. You're mine, Jane. All fucking mine."

Jane's head spun. The roughness, the control, the way he marked her and moved her—it was too much and not enough.

Her fingers dug into the pillow as her body shook.

"I—Ross—" she whimpered, her voice cracking. "I'm… I'm gonna come again—"

"I know," Ross growled. "Come all over my cock, Jane. Make a mess."

His hips bucked up harder now, meeting her body with every downward drop, and the bed rocked with their rhythm.

The sound of wet flesh, soft gasps, and sharp smacks filled the air like music.

Then it happened.

Jane exploded.

She screamed into the pillow, her entire body going stiff as another orgasm tore through her.

Her pussy clenched around Ross's cock like a vice, sucking him in, milking him.

Her vision went white, her ears rang, and all she could do was hold on as the pleasure wracked her to her very bones.

Ross groaned beneath her, feeling her flutter and squeeze, and he barely held himself back.

"You're so fucking perfect like this," he whispered. "I could ruin you a hundred times and still never get enough."

Jane collapsed against him, spent once again, but Ross wasn't done—not even close.

He held her there, impaled on his cock, her marked skin pressed against his chest as he whispered against her ear.

"Now turn around, baby," he murmured. "I want to see your face when I make you come again."

Jane obeyed without hesitation. She straddled Ross with a hunger she didn't bother hiding anymore—her body moved on its own, consumed by the aching need that only he seemed able to satisfy.

As she sank down on his thick, waiting cock, a shudder ran through her entire body.

It was like coming home to the one thing that made sense in a world blurred by heat and pleasure.

She kissed him deeply—no longer shy, no longer careful. Her mouth moved with the skill of a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.

Their tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and her hips began to move in slow, hypnotic rolls that quickly turned into a rhythm of desperate riding.

Ross met her every movement with upward thrusts, his strong hands gripping her waist, helping her bounce on him with more force.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and Jane's soft, uncontrollable moans.