Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 959: Chapter 959 Magus

“Ohhhhh…” Carrie whimpered, her voice trembling like a wounded kitten, finally settling after five relentless minutes of orgasmic waves that had left her body trembling and weak.

Her arms flopped limply to her sides, her legs quivering, and her body sagged against the bed like a limp doll.

Yet her eyes remained fixed on Ross, wide and desperate, filled with obsession and raw desire.

She looked like a woman possessed, entirely consumed by love and lust, and there was no escape from the man who now had full control over her body.

Ross, sensing both her exhaustion and lingering desire, slowed his movements deliberately, not out of mercy but out of desire to draw out her pleasure.

He let his gaze roam over her glistening body, lingering on the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, where she had already soaked the sheets and the bed with her juices.

His eyes then slid lower, noticing the thin rivers of her wetness that had trickled into the cleft of her ass, glimmering and tempting him.

Without hesitation, Ross extended a finger, dipping it slowly into that forbidden, sensitive place.

“Ahhhhhh… Ross! That’s the wrong hole! It’s… it’s dirty!” Carrie gasped, her voice breaking as shock and new sensation collided.

Even Ross’s pinky finger felt impossibly large as it stretched her tight, untested orifice, probing deeper with a deliberate, teasing slowness.

“There’s no dirty part on your body, Carrie. You are perfect,” Ross murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Each movement of his finger was measured, syncing with the relentless pistoning of his cock inside her already soaked pussy.

His mastery was total—he knew exactly how to balance each stroke, each motion, to push her beyond the edge without overwhelming her immediately.

Carrie’s breath hitched violently.

Her hips jerked, pressing involuntarily against his hand, the combination of sensations—fullness in both her pussy and ass—making her tremble.

Waves of pleasure shot through her in uneven, delicious bursts, and before long, her body had adjusted to the overwhelming stretch.

Her moans, high-pitched and shivering, filled the room, each one punctuated by her body’s desperate attempts to squirm and writhe under his control.

“Ahhh! Ohh… ohhh, Ross… yes… yes… harder! Faster!” Carrie cried, her hands digging into the bed as she tried to meet every stroke, every thrust.

The sensation of being filled in two places at once was intoxicating, a rush of pleasure she had never imagined.

Her pussy clamped down on him rhythmically, while her ass muscles flexed, responding to every inch of his pinky as if her body had been made for this.

Ross, sensing her rising intensity, increased the tempo gradually.

Each thrust of his finger into her ass was mirrored by a vicious, precise movement of his cock inside her pussy.

The synchronized motion created waves of pleasure so intense that her mind began to fracture, lost entirely to the rhythm of his dominance. Her entire body shook, trembled, and writhed under his control.

“Ohhhhhh… I can’t… I can’t hold it… I’m… I’m coming again! Ahhhhhh!” Carrie screamed, her voice ragged as yet another orgasm tore through her body, this one different from before.

The double penetration amplified every sensation, her body convulsing in ways she hadn’t thought possible.

She felt her legs tighten around him, her hips bucking and twisting to meet every stroke, trying desperately to hold onto him as pleasure and pain collided inside her.

Even as she came, Ross didn’t relent.

He alternated thrusts, adjusted angles, and explored her body further, his pinky finger curling inside her ass to hit her most sensitive spots while his cock drove deep into her pussy.

The combination made her squirt again, her juices coating him, the sheets, and her own trembling thighs.

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…” Carrie’s cries became nearly incoherent, broken syllables and screams blending together in an endless song of lust.

Each wave of pleasure left her gasping, trembling, and begging for more.

Her body was no longer her own; it belonged entirely to Ross, and she would have given anything just to feel him inside her, controlling, filling, dominating.

“Ahhh… Ross! Don’t stop… please… harder… deeper… It’s so good—ahhhhhh!” Carrie shrieked, her entire being on fire, every nerve ending overwhelmed.

Her pussy and ass pulsed and contracted around him involuntarily, squeezing him in a frenzy as the synchronized motions pushed her over and over the edge.

The bed groaned beneath them, the frame creaking as if it might collapse from the violent intensity of their coupling.

Sweat glistened on their skin, hair stuck to dampened foreheads, and the room smelled of sex, desire, and the raw, heady scent of Carrie’s arousal.

Even in her weakened, trembling state, Carrie felt the fire of lust return, hotter and sharper than ever before.

Ross had broken her, yet in that destruction was a deeper pleasure, a dizzying ecstasy she had never imagined.

Her body was caught in a relentless, overwhelming storm of sensations, leaving her teetering on the edge of multiple climaxes at once, helpless and completely consumed.

Ross’s smirk deepened as he leaned closer, whispering into her ear, “You like this, don’t you, Carrie? You love every inch of me inside you, every stretch, every sensation. You’re mine, completely. My bitch. My slut.”

“Yes!” Carrie could only cry out, her voice cracking under the force of her lust, her body convulsing uncontrollably as yet another wave of pleasure ripped through her.

She was lost, enslaved, and yet begging for more, knowing that Ross had only just begun to show her the depths of ecstasy.

Ross smiled at how sensitive Carrie’s body had become under his touch.

Every shiver, every gasp, every tiny twitch told him exactly how much she was feeling, how completely she was responding to him.

Though he had no immediate intention to take her ass yet, the teasing of his finger was perfect preparation—a subtle, tantalizing promise of what he had in store for her later.

He watched her hips jerk with every delicate thrust, her breath hitch in sharp, uneven gasps, and a low moan escape her lips that made him grow even harder.