Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 887: Chapter 887 Industry

Ross held her pinned to the wall, one strong hand gripping her ass to lift her higher, the other pressing her wrist above her head as he claimed her over and over again.

”Kate,” he growled against her ear, his voice rough, primal. ”You’re mine. Say it.”

”Yes! Yes, Ross—I’m yours!” she cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing helplessly against him.

Her juices gushed once more, soaking them both, running down the insides of her thighs, dripping onto the floor in lewd splatters.

Ross growled in satisfaction, his cock throbbing inside her, his balls slapping wetly with every merciless thrust.

And still, he didn’t stop.

”Ahhhhhh...”

Kate had come countless times, her body trembling and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Hours had passed, though neither of them noticed, lost entirely in the heat of their bodies.

They moved together like insatiable rabbits, every thrust, every gasp, every slick, wet sound fusing them closer.

Sweat coated their skin, her juices slicking them together, and every muscle in Kate’s body was on fire, alive with exquisite agony and bliss.

Ross had already come multiple times, but he knew this final release would be the most intense.

Time was short—Lois and Laura would be home soon, and this was the last chance he had to claim Kate completely.

He gritted his teeth, holding himself back for just a moment longer, savoring the way her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him in desperate anticipation.

”Bang!”

He slammed into her one final time, burying himself deep, filling her entirely as he let go with explosive force.

His thick, hot come poured into her tight, wet pussy, flooding her womb completely.

Kate’s body responded instantly, spasming around him as the force of his release triggered another intense orgasm, her juices mixing with his in a slick, overwhelming rush.

”Ross!” she screamed, arching her back as another wave tore through her, her toes curling, nails digging into his shoulders, hair plastered to her sweat-slicked cheeks.

Her hips bucked wildly as he throbbed deep inside her, each pulse of his cock sending shockwaves through her cunt.

Her pussy gripped him greedily, squeezing every drop, milking him as he emptied himself completely.

Ross groaned, his muscles taut, the sensation of her walls clenching around him sending him to heights of pleasure he hadn’t felt before.

His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, dragging her orgasm out, letting her float on the edge of heaven while he still filled her completely.

Her moans, cries, and whispered pleas reverberated in the room, mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of their bodies joined.

Kate’s body shook uncontrollably beneath him, her breaths ragged and uneven, yet she still reached for him, clutching his shoulders, holding him close even as she felt herself melt into a haze of overwhelming bliss.

Each pulse of his cock, each heavy beat of his release, made her come again and again, until she was trembling from head to toe, utterly consumed by the pleasure he gave her.

Ross finally pulled himself fully inside her, still deep, his chest pressed against hers.

They both panted, sweat dripping from their temples, hearts racing, bodies still quivering from the sheer intensity.

Kate’s legs wrapped around him instinctively, still holding him close, still wanting more even though they were both spent.

He kissed her deeply, tasting the mixture of sweat and her juices, his hands roaming over her trembling body, pressing her closer, as if to make sure she knew he was still there.

Kate clung to him, shivering, her body finally relaxing against his warmth.

The intensity of their release left her breathless, but she couldn’t help smiling through the haze of pleasure.

Ross whispered her name softly, his voice hoarse but tender. ”You feel so good, Kate... so perfect.”

Kate’s lips parted, still catching her breath. ”You... you’re amazing, Ross... I’ve never... never felt like this...”

They stayed pressed together for a long moment, letting the heat linger, their bodies still sticky and intertwined.

Slowly, their breathing began to even out, and though both were utterly spent, the connection between them was stronger than ever—intense, raw, and unbreakable.

Even as the reality of Lois and Laura returning approached, in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Just Ross. Just Kate.

Just the aftermath of the pleasure they had shared and the unspoken understanding that this was only the beginning of something much, much hotter.

”Zzzzz...”

Kate slept soundly, utterly drained, her body still trembling faintly from the waves of pleasure that had coursed through her.

Every inch of her seemed to hum with warmth and satisfaction, her chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.

Ross watched her with a quiet, satisfied smile. He knew she would wake feeling renewed—reborn even—her body free from any lingering illnesses, aches, or weaknesses.

She would now share in the immortality that all of his women enjoyed, a gift he bestowed deliberately, and he couldn’t help but admire how perfectly everything had unfolded according to his plan.

Her skin glowed softly in the dim light, a subtle radiance that came from the deep satisfaction and transformation she had undergone.

Ross allowed himself a moment to appreciate it, letting his eyes trace her curves one last time before he moved.

He straightened carefully, slipping into his clothes with effortless grace, mindful not to disturb her slumber.

Quietly, he walked to the door and locked it, ensuring that no one would intrude.

With his op powers, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to even approach this room without his awareness, let alone interrupt the sanctuary he had created.

He paused at the threshold for a moment, listening to the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the soft sighs that punctuated her rest.

It filled him with an almost possessive satisfaction, knowing that she had been fully claimed and transformed in every sense.

Ross gave a small, self-satisfied whistle, the sound carrying softly away from the room, a playful signal that he had left behind a scene of love, lust, and power—his mark on this moment.