Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 301 Hitting Spots

But the thought was fleeting. Ross’s next thrust pulled her back into the moment, her body jolting as he drove deeper, harder, forcing her to focus solely on the sensations overwhelming her.

Ross was an enigma—unrelenting, commanding, and now, with this murmured name, impossibly distant. It was as though he were both entirely present and yet somewhere far away. His acting skills, if this were all a facade, were unparalleled, matching the sheer power and control he exhibited.

Trinity, by contrast, was utterly undone. Her composure had shattered long ago. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back against the pillows, and her mouth hung open, spilling out sweet, desperate moans with every thrust.

”Ahhhh…”

”Ohhhhhh…”

”Ughhhh…”

Her voice rose and fell in perfect harmony with Ross’s movements, her cries growing louder and more desperate as he continued.

The pitch of her moans hitched higher, turning into something so lewd and wanton that it would have embarrassed her under any other circumstances.

But here, now, there was no room for shame—only raw, unfiltered sensation.

Ross’s cock felt impossibly hard, impossibly thick, filling her to the point where she thought she might break. Yet, her body craved more.

Each thrust pushed her closer to a precipice she hadn’t known existed, and she could feel herself falling further and further into the abyss.

The sounds between them grew louder—the wet, squelching noises of their connection mixing with the sharp slaps of skin against skin.

It was a symphony of pure carnality, a melody that only deepened Trinity’s descent into ecstasy.

Ross’s name escaped her lips in broken gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her, then at his shoulders as she sought something—anything—to anchor her. She could feel her nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. The intensity of it all left her breathless, her moans turning into cries of surrender.

She was utterly at his mercy, her body a willing participant in the primal dance they shared.

”Ohhhhhh…”

Her voice reached a new pitch, one that would have shocked her husband, Robert, had he been there to hear it.

Robert, who had never made her feel this way.

Robert, who had never pushed her to these heights, never drawn out these sounds from her lips.

If he could see her now, hear her now, he wouldn’t recognize her. Trinity wasn’t the composed, dutiful wife he thought he knew.

Here, beneath Ross, she was someone entirely different—someone raw, uninhibited, and completely consumed by the moment.

Ross didn’t stop, didn’t falter. His pace only increased, his thrusts growing harder, faster, as though he could sense how close she was to unraveling completely.

The bed creaked louder, the headboard tapping against the wall in a frantic rhythm.

Trinity’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as the tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Her moans turned into cries, her voice breaking as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

”Ross…” she gasped his name again, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and need.

The fire inside her burned hotter, threatening to consume her entirely.

Her body responded to him instinctively, every nerve alight with sensation, every inch of her trembling as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

The world outside ceased to exist. There was only Ross, only the heat between them, and the unrelenting rhythm that drove her closer and closer to oblivion.

”So tight,” Ross muttered, his voice a low growl, barely audible yet filled with raw need. It sounded almost as if he were sleep-talking, his words pulled from the depths of some primal dream.

Before Trinity could react, he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

For a moment, Trinity froze, her mind racing with hesitation. This was a line she hadn’t thought she would cross, even with everything else that had already happened. But the thought was fleeting.

What was the point in resisting now? Ross was already buried deep inside her, moving with a relentless rhythm that left no room for modesty or guilt.

Her resistance melted away, her lips parting hesitantly at first, but soon she found herself responding. She kissed him back, her body instinctively yielding to his.

Ross’s kiss was nothing short of commanding—forceful, unyielding, and utterly consuming.

His lips moved against hers with a desperate hunger, his tongue darting into her mouth with a dominance that sent shivers coursing through her.

Trinity matched his intensity, her own passion growing as their lips and tongues tangled together in a heated, almost violent dance.

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, their mouths moving together as if their very lives depended on it. Trinity could taste him—his heat, his power, his raw masculinity—and it left her intoxicated.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands unconsciously reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Their kiss turned wilder, more desperate, until teeth clashed and they began biting at each other’s lips.

Each nip sent jolts of sensation through Trinity, a mix of sharp stings and aching desire. The sheer ferocity of it all made her head spin.

And yet, through it all, Ross didn’t falter.

His hips continued their relentless pace, slamming into her over and over with a speed and force that bordered on brutal.

His body was a blur of motion, each thrust driving him impossibly deeper, hitting spots inside her that she hadn’t known existed.

”Ahhhhhhh...”

”Ohhhhhhhh...”

”Ugggghhhh...”

”Rossssssss...”

”Hmmmmm...” Trinity’s moans grew louder, muffled only by their heated kiss. She couldn’t hold them back anymore, her voice spilling out in broken gasps and cries as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

The sight of them—Ross’s muscular body moving with unyielding power above her, their mouths locked in such a raw, primal kiss—was obscene, a sinful image that would leave anyone who saw it breathless.