Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1156: Chapter 1156 Odyssey

Ross’ thumb brushed over her sensitive entrance, pushing some of the leaking cum back inside, making her whimper and instinctively push back against his touch.

”Good girl,” he rumbled, voice rough with renewed lust.

”Look at this perfect fucking ass. Been dreaming about ruining it from behind since the moment I saw you.”

Sabrina’s breath hitched, fresh arousal flooding her core at his filthy words.

She felt exposed, vulnerable, utterly owned—and god, she loved it.

Her hips wiggled without permission, presenting herself like a needy little animal in heat.

Ross didn’t make her wait long.

He shifted closer on his knees, both hands now gripping her hips to tilt her ass higher.

The blunt, swollen head of his 15-inch monster nudged against her dripping slit, sliding through the messy mix of cum and her own slickness until it caught at her entrance.

”Ohhhhh... fuck...” Sabrina moaned long and low as he began to push in—slowly this time, letting her feel every thick vein, every ridged inch forcing her walls to stretch open all over again.

The angle was devastating; he felt even bigger from behind, the head dragging heavily along her front wall, pressing relentlessly against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as he sank deeper... deeper... until his hips met her ass and his heavy balls rested snug against her throbbing clit.

For a heartbeat he stayed buried to the hilt, savoring the way her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying desperately to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

Sabrina’s back arched sharper, a shudder rolling through her as fresh cream coated his shaft.

Then he moved.

He drew back slowly until only the tip remained, letting her feel the devastating emptiness—before slamming forward in one brutal thrust that buried him to the root again.

Sabrina cried out, the sound muffled into the pillow as pleasure-pain exploded through her.

Ross set a punishing rhythm immediately: hard, fast, deep strokes that made her entire body jolt forward with every impact.

The room filled with filthy symphony—the wet slap of his hips against her jiggling ass, the lewd squelch of her soaked cunt swallowing him greedily, her escalating moans rising in pitch until they were near-constant wails of ecstasy.

He fucked her like he wanted to break her—and she wanted him to.

One hand slid up her spine to fist in her hair, yanking her head back gently but firmly so her back bowed deeper, ass tilted even higher for his relentless pounding.

The other hand cracked lightly against one cheek, the sharp sting making her clench hard around him and earning a guttural growl of approval.

”That’s it... take every fucking inch,” he snarled, pace turning savage.

”This pussy was made for my cock. Gonna keep you stuffed and dripping all night.”

Sabrina could only whimper and nod frantically, drool slipping from her parted lips as she surrendered completely.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body—her breasts bouncing wildly beneath her, nipples scraping the sheets, clit grinding against his balls on every deep grind.

Orgasm built fast and fierce, coiling tight in her belly until it snapped without warning, ripping a scream from her throat as her walls spasmed violently around him.

But Ross didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, forcing the pleasure higher, prolonging the climax until she was shaking and sobbing beneath him.

Another followed almost immediately, then another—wave after wave crashing over her until she lost track of where one ended and the next began.

She was reduced to pure sensation: the thick cock spearing her open, the ache of being stretched so perfectly, the wet heat of cum and arousal coating her thighs, the sting of his palm occasionally spanking her ass red, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly, completely owned.

Lost in the haze, Sabrina pushed back to meet his thrusts, babbling incoherently.

”More... please... harder... breed me again...” Her angelic face flushed and tear-streaked, lips swollen, eyes glazed with shameless, addicted lust.

Ross watched it all with dark satisfaction: the way her perfect ass rippled with every collision, the creamy rings forming around the base of his cock, the way her tiny hole stretched obscenely wide to take him.

She was his now—his beautiful, ruined little slut—and he wasn’t anywhere near done with her yet.

Ross’s hunger had evolved into something feral as he watched Sabrina’s flawless body writhe beneath him—her creamy back arched like a bow, perfect ass cheeks jiggling with every merciless thrust of his massive 15-inch cock into her overflowing pussy.

The way she pushed back against him now, greedy and shameless despite the overwhelming stretch, only fueled the fire raging inside him.

She was his masterpiece: angelic face buried in the pillow, muffled screams of ecstasy spilling out, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as though desperate never to let go.

His dark gaze drifted lower, fixating on the tiny, pink pucker nestled between those plush, reddened cheeks.

It winked innocently each time he buried himself to the hilt, untouched and trembling from the force of his pounding.

A wicked grin curled his lips.

One strong hand kept her hip pinned in place while the other slid possessively down the cleft of her ass, spreading her wider.

His thumb brushed over that forbidden ring—slow, deliberate circles that made her entire body jerk in surprise.

Sabrina’s head snapped up from the pillow, eyes wide with sudden alarm.

”Ross—no! That’s dirty!” she gasped, voice high and trembling, a flush of embarrassment blooming across her already crimson cheeks.

She tried to clench, to twist away even a fraction, but the position left her completely trapped—knees spread wide, ass tilted high, pussy impaled so deeply she could feel him in her throat.

Ross didn’t pause his slow, grinding thrusts; if anything, he rolled his hips deeper, letting the thick head of his cock nudge her cervix just to watch her shudder and forget her protest for a second.

His thumb kept circling, pressing lightly, teasing the spongy tightness that fluttered under his touch.