Evil MC's NTR Harem

Kristine's soft, pink pussy felt like it was being torn apart, stretched to its absolute limit.

She could feel every throb, every twitch of Ross's cock pulsing inside her.

Her body trembled, still trying to process the sheer scale of him.

She thought he'd bottomed out—there was simply no way more of him could fit.

But then Ross leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "There's more."

Kristine froze. Her mind refused to believe what she'd just heard.

But when she looked down—between their bodies, where they were joined—her heart skipped a beat. He wasn't lying.

There were still three thick inches left outside.

Three more inches of hard, throbbing cock that had yet to enter her.

And she had no idea where they were supposed to go.

She was already impossibly full—there was no space left inside her. No room. No chance.

Or so she thought.

Ross pulled back slowly, giving her body a brief moment of reprieve—until, without warning, he slammed forward in one powerful, unforgiving thrust.

Bang!

The bed rocked violently beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall.

The sound echoed through the room. Kristine's entire body jolted, her back arching off the bed as her world turned upside down.

Pain ripped through her—sharp, hot, and overwhelming—but right behind it came something else.

Pleasure.

Raw, devastating pleasure.

Her pussy clenched down around Ross's cock like it was trying to trap him inside forever.

And then it hit her—her climax crashed into her without mercy.

Her pussy walls convulsed wildly around him, milking him, flooding with her release.

"Roooss!!" she screamed, voice cracking with shock and euphoria.

Her tight, stretched pussy came hard, gushing around his cock like a dam finally bursting. Her body shook beneath him, lost in the tidal wave of sensation he had unleashed.

And he still wasn't done.

Their hips met—flesh against flesh—as their bodies locked together for a brief, breathless moment.

The head of Ross's cock nestled deep inside Kristine, and for a heartbeat, everything stilled.

Then he began to move.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

Ross drove into her hard, his hips slapping against hers with relentless force.

Each thrust pinned her deeper into the mattress, shaking the bed with raw, unfiltered power.

His grip on her thighs tightened as he hammered into her, fully unleashed, holding nothing back.

Kristine could only scream.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Her voice rang through the room as her body was overwhelmed.

Her orgasm hit like a wave—then another followed, and another, each one stronger than the last.

She couldn't count how many times she came, her pussy convulsing around Ross's thick cock again and again, each climax dragging her deeper into ecstasy.

Time blurred.

It felt like hours and seconds all at once.

Her mind faded into haze, body trembling uncontrollably under the weight of her pleasure.

She had never been touched like this, never been taken so completely.

Then something changed.

She blinked through the fog just as she felt Ross's cock swell inside her—growing thicker, pulsing harder, his pace becoming wild and erratic.

His breaths came out ragged, and his hips lost rhythm as instinct took over.

She knew what that meant.

"Ross! Wait—stop! Don't come in me! I'm not on the pill!" Kristine cried, panic suddenly rising through the haze of lust.

But it was too late.

Ross groaned, deep and guttural, as his release hit.

"Nooo—" she gasped.

Then she felt it.

The first hot surge of his cum flooded into her, and her pussy clamped down again in response, triggering one final orgasm so intense that her vision blurred.

It was too much—his heat, his size, the sheer force of his climax inside her.

She felt everything—his cock twitching, the wet fullness of her cunt overflowing, the unbearable pleasure crashing down.

Everything went white.

And then Kristine passed out, her body going limp beneath him, overwhelmed by the most intense climax of her life.

***

An hour later, Kristine slowly stirred awake.

Her body ached with exhaustion, her thighs sore, her lips swollen, and yet… she felt a strange, lingering warmth.

A hazy, dangerous contentment.

She turned her head and saw Ross lying beside her, his chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths.

The memories came rushing back—his touch, his strength, the way he had taken her completely.

Her eyes widened.

She sat up, heart beginning to race as reality crept in. She nudged Ross sharply.

"Ross… Ross, wake up!"

Ross stirred, groggy at first, but his eyes opened soon enough.

He looked up at her, calm and collected, as if nothing was out of place.

"You came in me!" she hissed, anxiety rising in her chest. "I'm not on the pill—I could get pregnant!"

Kristine's voice trembled. The weight of what they'd done slammed into her. The betrayal.

The risk.

She and Colton had been trying for a baby for months, but lately, Colton hadn't even been able to get it up.

It was something they never talked about, a quiet frustration between them.

And now… this?

Ross didn't look guilty. He didn't even flinch.

Instead, he smiled. A slow, dangerous smile.

"I know," he said. "It's okay… I want you pregnant."

Kristine's breath caught.

Ross reached for her, gently pulling her into his arms. She didn't resist—not truly.

Her naked body slid against his as he guided her on top of him.

Her skin brushed his, and every part of her still remembered how he made her feel.

He tilted her chin up and captured her lips in a kiss—hot, deep, and full of possession.

She should have pulled away. She knew she should have.

But instead, Kristine melted into it.

Her hands rested on his chest, her body sinking against his as the kiss deepened.

Her mind tried to hold onto her guilt, but it was slipping fast.

The warmth of his mouth, the steady beat of his heart, the taste of him on her tongue—Ross was everything she shouldn't want and everything she couldn't stop craving.

In that moment, the image of her husband vanished like smoke in the wind.

There was only Ross.

Only the man who made her feel desired. Claimed. Owned.

And she wasn't sure she wanted to go back.