Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 60 Raw (R18)

Natalie was, of course, next, and she showed no hesitation. Piece by piece, she slowly peeled off her teacherʼs uniform, each motion deliberate as she made her way toward the third bed where Ross waited, his eager gaze fixed on her.

There was no trace of shyness in her movements, no hesitation in her eyes—only the pure intent to indulge in the moment.

Jade sat frozen, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the scene unfold before her. She could barely believe her eyes.

There, in the bed she knew all too well, was Natalie, once her sonʼs girlfriend, acting so wantonly in the arms of another man. It felt like a betrayal—not just of her son, but of the image of innocence she had once associated with Natalie. How could she be so bold? So unrestrained?

”Ohhhh…” Jade couldnʼt help but gasp aloud, her body reacting before her mind could fully process the situation. A sickening mix of disbelief and disgust rose in her chest.

But then, an unsettling voice cut through her thoughts.

”Arenʼt you the same, Jade?” her conscience whispered, sharp and accusing, as if daring her to deny the truth. The voice seemed to mock her weakness, reminding her of her own actions. How could she judge Natalie when she had done the very same thing just a week before?

She hadnʼt spared a single thought for her husband when Ross had taken her with such force, had filled her so completely with his big long fat hard cock.

She hadnʼt once considered the vows she had made, the promises she had broken. She hadnʼt even thought about the consequences of what she was doing.

It had been so easy to surrender to Ross, so easy to let him strip away her control, to feel his body claim hers without hesitation.

She had felt no guilt in the heat of the moment, no shame as she let herself be taken repeatedly. It was only afterward, when the heat of the passion faded, that the guilt started to crawl in.

But even then, it wasnʼt the shame of the act that weighed on her—it was the realization of what she had become.

And now, watching Natalie, it was like a mirror reflecting her own past indulgence. She had been just as reckless, just as willing to throw away her morals for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

She had sought satisfaction without care for the consequences, just like Natalie now. And her conscience knew it.

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Natalie took an aggressive stance, straddling Rossʼs naked body, her skin pressing against his with every movement. The heat between them was palpable, her body arching as she leaned forward, her eyes locking with his.

She could feel the thick, hard length of him just behind her, teasing her. It was almost too easy now, so familiar.

All she needed to do was pull back slightly, and Rossʼs cock would slide inside her once again, filling her completely.

”Hmmm…” The sound slipped from her lips, a low hum of anticipation as she felt herself grow even wetter. Her pussy, still throbbing from the last time, ached to be filled again.

Sheʼd become so used to the sensation of Rossʼs large, thick cock inside her, so accustomed to the way it stretched her and satisfied her in a way no one else ever could.

She couldnʼt even imagine going back to someone elseʼs touch.

The thought of a smaller, less impressive man seemed almost disappointing, even laughable. It was a strange, almost possessive feeling, knowing that only Ross could fulfill her in this way.

She wanted him again, wanted that satisfaction, the feeling of being fully claimed. It wasnʼt just a fleeting desire; it was an addiction, one that grew stronger with each encounter.

Her body craved the way he made her feel—desired, wanted, completely taken in the most satisfying way.

It was the same way Jasmine had spoken about him earlier, a sentiment Natalie now understood on a deeper level.

The addiction wasnʼt just about sex—it was about power, about having something that no one else could offer. Rossʼs presence, his size, the way he consumed her—it was all intoxicating.

She wanted more, and she didnʼt care how much she needed it.

In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the need to be pleasured by someone so perfectly endowed, so capable of giving her everything she wanted.

They kissed, but this time it wasnʼt wild. Natalie was in the driverʼs seat, craving a softer, more romantic moment. Her soft, alluring lips moved slowly and deliberately against Rossʼs, savoring each gentle touch.

She felt her heart racing, her pulse thrumming through her body with every lingering kiss.

”Youʼre an amazing man, Ross,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to whisper the words, her eyes locked on his. Her breath mingled with his, and then she leaned in again, drawn to him like a magnet.

Their lips met once more, and Natalie felt herself melt into him, completely absorbed by his presence.

Each kiss felt like a promise, and Natalie knew she wanted more. He was unlike anyone else—someone who made her feel alive, cherished, and completely captivated.

The warmth of his hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer, until there was no space left between them.

She felt his fingers glide slowly over her hips, tracing gentle circles that sent sparks dancing along her skin. His touch was tender yet commanding, each motion a silent message that left her wanting more.

His hands continued their path upward, cupping her curves with a reverence that made her feel seen and desired.

”Wow. Your hands are pure magic, Ross,” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. ”You make me feel even hotter.” She couldnʼt help but laugh softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes, even as her pulse raced under his touch.

He leaned in, placing tender kisses along her collarbone, and her laughter faded into soft moans as she surrendered to the sensation.

Rossʼs lips trailed lower, each kiss like a warm whisper against her skin. She arched into him as his mouth found her sensitive spots, his gentle explorations sending waves of heat through her body.

When his mouth reached her chest, he pressed delicate kisses along her skin before letting his lips graze her nipples, his movements slow and practiced.

Her breathing hitched as he teased her, his expert ministrations making her feel as if her entire body was coming alive under his touch.

Natalieʼs fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, her soft gasps filling the space between them.

And when Rossʼs mouth finally closed around her sensitive nipple, Natalieʼs control shattered, and she let out a cry of pure, unrestrained pleasure.

”Ross…!” she moaned, her voice filled with longing and delight as a surge of warmth spread through her. She could feel her body reacting to his every touch, her nipples hardening even more against the heat of his mouth.

He lingered there, his tongue tracing circles and flicking gently, sending electric sparks along her skin.

As he continued, her hands instinctively tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as her breaths came quicker, matching the rising intensity between them.

”You donʼt know what you do to me,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. The way his lips moved, teasing and caressing, made her feel cherished, desired, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Rossʼs hands joined his mouth in worshipping her body, his fingers tracing slow, lingering paths along her sides, igniting every inch of her skin. The sensation was overwhelming, yet she craved more, her body arching into him, inviting him to keep going.

She found herself unable to hold back her own responses, each sound she made encouraging him to continue, deeper and more intense with every passing moment.

Lost in the pleasure he was giving her, Natalieʼs entire body surrendered to him, her mind blissfully empty of everything but the way he made her feel.

But there was still an ache deep inside her, an emptiness that only he could fill, and Natalie couldnʼt wait any longer.

”Please, Ross,” she whispered, her voice raw with need. ”Donʼt tease me anymore. I need you—right now.” Her hand moved behind her, finding his hardness pressing against her back, hot and eager.

She wrapped her fingers around him, pulling him closer as she looked into his eyes, her gaze full of urgency and desire.

”Take me,” she breathed, her plea laced with desperation, her body yearning for his touch. A moment later, Natalieʼs cries filled the silence of the room, echoing with raw intensity.