Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 928: Chapter 928 Library

Carrie’s moans rose and fell like music, each one carrying her closer to another peak.

She came once, then again, then again—her body convulsing in wild spasms as pleasure wracked her from head to toe.

Every orgasm seemed stronger than the last, leaving her sobbing, trembling, and yet still craving more.

Her nails clawed down his back, her cries echoing off the walls, but Ross never slowed.

He shifted her easily, pulling her on top of him, his cock still buried inside.

”Ride me, Carrie,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he forced her to bounce on him.

Her breasts jiggled wildly, sweat dripping down her flushed body as she obeyed, riding him desperately, her moans growing louder with each slam of his cock into her depths.

Ross’s hands roamed everywhere—palming her ass, squeezing her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she screamed his name again and again.

He guided her movements, thrusting upward to meet her descent, filling her so completely she thought she would shatter.

Hours seemed to pass like minutes.

Carrie no longer knew where the night ended and the morning began.

All she knew was Ross, his cock, and the endless cycles of pleasure that consumed her.

Her mind broke apart under the weight of it, but she didn’t care.

She was addicted—utterly, completely addicted to him.

When her body finally gave out again, collapsing against his chest, she whispered between ragged breaths.

”Ross... I love you so much... I can’t stop... I don’t ever want to stop...”

Ross smirked, his hand stroking down her trembling back as he held her impaled on his still-throbbing cock.

”Good,” he murmured darkly. ”Because I’ll never let you go.”

And with that, he rolled her over once more, starting yet another round.

For Carrie, it was certain: this was the most unforgettable moment of her life, one that would mark her forever.

***

”Bye, take care, Ross! I’ll see you tomorrow,” Carrie called, waving energetically.

She lingered on the side of the road until Ross’s car disappeared from view, a wide, almost glowing smile stretching across her face.

The night air brushed against her cheeks, still warm from the rush of emotions and excitement that clung to her body.

She felt light on her feet, almost as if she were walking on air, and with every step toward home, a sense of exhilaration and newfound confidence filled her chest.

When she reached her house, the lights in the living room were still on, and there sat her mother, patiently waiting.

The clock on the wall read close to midnight, and Carrie winced slightly at the thought of the early class tomorrow.

Still, that tiny worry did little to dim her mood.

”Hi, Mom! Did you wait for me?” she asked cheerfully, her voice brighter than usual, carrying an energy that seemed to radiate from her very being.

There was a subtle, almost imperceptible sway in her hips, the way her shoulders lifted and fell with each step, and even in her casual greeting, there was a confidence in her tone that hadn’t been there before.

”I did,” Alexa replied, her eyes sweeping over Carrie’s form with a mixture of curiosity and quiet pride.

Tonight, the aura around her daughter was unmistakably different.

Carrie moved with a grace that was subtle but undeniable, the spring in her steps lively, purposeful, and almost flirtatious.

The womanly poise in her movements suggested she had crossed a threshold. Alexa’s experienced eyes could see it clearly: her daughter was no longer just a girl—she had become a woman.

Alexa had witnessed this transformation before, long ago with other young women who had embraced their sexuality, and the signs were unmistakable.

There was a newfound rhythm in the way Carrie carried herself, a sensual energy that was now a part of her very being.

Her confidence radiated outward, impossible to hide, and it was easy to see that she had discovered something powerful within herself—a knowledge of her own beauty, her own allure.

Carrie’s mind buzzed with the memories of the night, of moments so intimate and overwhelming that they left her both breathless and invigorated.

She felt herself glowing from the inside out, a strange combination of shyness and daring that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t before.

Even now, as she crossed the room toward her mother, she could feel the strength of her own body, the curves, the softness, the heat that lingered in her cunt.

Alexa, watching silently, noticed the subtle details—the slight arch of her back, the confident set of her chin, the way her arms swayed as she moved.

She didn’t need to speak; her daughter’s transformation spoke volumes.

Carrie had explored her own body, embraced her desires, and in doing so had unlocked a maturity that went beyond the physical.

Carrie, meanwhile, felt a rush of pride mixed with an unfamiliar but thrilling sense of power.

She was aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been before, a new awareness that made her feel both vulnerable and invincible at once.

This night, these moments, the connection she had with Ross—it had changed her.

Deep down, she knew she was no longer the same girl who had left the house earlier in the evening.

She had stepped into a new world, one that was intoxicating, endless, and completely her own.

As she settled into the living room chair, her mother’s quiet gaze on her, Carrie allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

The night had been unforgettable, transformative, and it had left its mark on every fiber of her being.

And as she thought about the days to come, about the new sense of confidence and desire that now pulsed through her, she knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that she would never look at herself, or the world, the same way again.

The two talked happily, the warmth of their conversation filling the quiet living room.

Alexa didn’t pry into Carrie’s business, sensing that some things were best left unspoken.