Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185 Wizardry

Only when the last shudder rippled through Bella and her grip on his hair finally loosened did Ross pull back.

He lifted his head slowly, face glistening with her release, lips swollen and shiny.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in one lazy motion, eyes burning with raw, possessive hunger as he looked down at the beautiful wreck he’d made of her.

Bella lay there utterly spent—limbs heavy, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks.

Fresh arousal leaked steadily from her, pooling beneath her hips on the ruined sheets.

Ross’s voice was rough, almost reverent, when he finally spoke.

”Perfect,” he murmured, tracing a single finger through the slick mess between her thighs, making her flinch with oversensitivity.

”Absolutely fucking perfect.” He hadn’t even put his cock in her yet—and already, she was ruined for anyone else.

”It feels like your cunt is ready to be fucked now,” Ross growled, his voice low and rough with lust as he licked the last glistening traces of her cum from his lips.

The taste of her still lingered on his tongue—sweet, salty, utterly intoxicating—and it only fueled the fire raging inside him.

Bella’s cheeks burned with a deep, embarrassed flush.

She knew exactly where all that slick, abundant pussy juice had come from: her own body, betraying her every secret desire.

She’d always been the type to get deliciously wet, her arousal building fast and fierce, but this... this was on another level.

Being with Ross had turned her into a dripping, needy mess, and the knowledge made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on all at once.

Ross’s eagerness was impossible to miss.

It pulsed through him like a living thing—his breath coming in heavy pants, his muscles taut and coiled, his dark eyes locked on her with predatory hunger.

He couldn’t wait any longer; the need to claim her, to bury himself deep inside her married body, was overwhelming.

With strong, insistent hands, he gripped her thighs and spread Bella’s legs wide open, exposing her completely to his gaze.

Her pussy glistened under the dim light, swollen and pink, still quivering from the orgasm he’d just wrung from her.

He positioned himself between her thighs, his massive cock throbbing angrily, veins bulging along its impressive length, the fat head already leaking precum in anticipation.

He leaned forward slowly, deliberately, letting the swollen tip brush against her slick folds.

Bella shivered at the contact, her breath catching as she felt the heat of him teasing her entrance.

He dragged the head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices, making sure she felt every inch of what was about to invade her.

The anticipation was torture—sweet, exquisite torture—and Bella’s hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more.

Then, without another word, Ross began to push inside. He went slow at first, savoring the way her tight walls resisted and then yielded to his girth.

Inch by thick inch, his monstrous cock stretched her open, forcing her pussy to accommodate his size.

Bella’s eyes widened, fixed on the erotic sight between her legs: the way her lips parted obscenely around him, the way her body struggled to take something so enormous.

She watched, mesmerized and a little terrified, as he sank deeper, breaking her open in the most delicious way possible.

”Ahhhhh... oh God,” Bella moaned, the sound torn from her throat as a sharp, intense mix of pain and pleasure ripped through her cunt.

It felt like she was a virgin all over again, her body unaccustomed to being filled so completely, so utterly.

Her husband Sebastian wasn’t small—not by any stretch—but compared to Ross’s cock, he might as well have been average.

Ross was a monster: long, fat, thick, unrelenting, the kind of dick that ruined women for anyone else.

Every thrust forward sent sparks of overwhelming sensation shooting through her, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around the invasion, trying desperately to adjust.

She gripped the sheets beneath her, knuckles white, her back arching off the bed as he continued to feed more of himself into her.

Halfway in, and she already felt impossibly full, stretched to her limits, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

Ross groaned above her, his restraint fraying as her heat enveloped him, so tight and wet and perfect. ”Fuck, Bella... you’re so goddamn tight,” he rasped, his hands digging into her hips to hold her steady as he pressed forward, determined to bury every last inch inside her cheating, married cunt.

”Ohhhh... God, yes,” Bella whimpered, sinking her teeth into her plump lower lip as the searing stretch consumed her entire world.

Her pussy walls were being forced apart wider than she’d ever thought possible, every delicate fold yielding to the unrelenting girth of Ross’s enormous cock.

It burned in the most exquisite way—like fire and velvet combined—as he slowly, deliberately speared deeper into her.

She felt every throbbing vein, every ridge along his shaft dragging against her sensitive inner walls, claiming territory no man had ever reached before.

Her body trembled violently, caught between shock and a dark, forbidden pleasure that made her toes curl.

She let out a shaky sigh of pure relief when Ross paused, refusing to ram the rest of his length inside her all at once.

He was showing mercy—or perhaps savoring the torture he was inflicting—and she was grateful for it.

Her married pussy needed time to adjust, to stretch and mold itself around this invading monster.

Ross eased back slowly, torturously slow, until only the fat, swollen head of his cock remained nestled just inside her entrance.

The cool air kissed her overheated skin as he withdrew, and both of them looked down at the same moment.

His shaft glistened obscenely under the low light, the thick portion that had already been buried inside her now coated in a creamy, pearlescent layer of her arousal—her cunt milk, thick and slick, clinging to him like liquid proof of how desperately her body craved this betrayal.

Strings of it stretched between them as he hovered there, the sight making Bella’s face burn with humiliated heat even as her clit throbbed harder.

She had never been this wet, this shamelessly soaked, not even in her wildest nights with Sebastian.

Ross’s low, guttural groan told her he noticed too; his eyes darkened with primal satisfaction as he drank in the evidence of how completely he’d already ruined her.

”Fuck, look at that,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. ”Your married little pussy is dripping all over me already.”

Bella could only whimper in response, her hips twitching involuntarily, silently begging for more even as her mind reeled.

Ross didn’t make her wait long.

Gripping her thighs tighter, he began to push forward again—slow, controlled, but relentless.

Inch by thick inch, he fed his cock back into her clenching heat.

Each shallow thrust stretched her anew, her walls fluttering and gripping around him as if trying to pull him deeper despite the overwhelming burn.

He pulled back just enough to coat himself again in her slick juices, then sank in a little further, repeating the maddening rhythm: out until she felt heartbreakingly empty, then in again, deeper each time, claiming more of her with every stroke.

Bella’s breaths came in ragged, desperate pants. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, as the pressure built higher and higher.

She could feel herself opening up for him, her body surrendering bit by bit, the sharp ache slowly melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure that radiated through her core.

Ross’s restraint was fraying—she could see it in the tense set of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed under his skin, the way his hips jerked forward just a fraction harder each time.

Her pussy was milking him mercilessly now, hot and velvety tight, massaging every inch he gave her with rhythmic squeezes that made him curse under his breath.

”Bella... you’re gripping me so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice strained. ”This cunt is amazing!”

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

The way she clenched around him, the slick heat sucking him in, the sight of her lips stretched obscenely around his girth—it shattered the last of his control.

With a deep, animalistic thrust, Ross slammed forward, burying every last inch of his fat, monstrous cock inside her in one brutal stroke.

His hips crashed against hers, balls slapping heavily against her ass as the swollen head battered against the mouth of her womb.

”Ughhhhhhh!” Bella screamed, the cry ripping from her throat raw and broken, as if a knife had plunged straight into her core.

Pain exploded alongside a blinding wave of ecstasy—her body impaled, stuffed impossibly full, stretched to the absolute limit by the thick, pulsing cock now lodged deeper than anyone had ever been.

Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, her back bowing off the bed as her walls spasmed wildly around him, trying to accommodate the invasion.