Evil MC's NTR Harem

Sasha came hard again—and again—within just a single hour, her body trembling with release after release as Ross took her with relentless intensity.

Her moans were breathy and desperate, echoing like music through the bedroom, mixing with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

The bed rocked wildly under them, the sheets tangled, the mattress threatening to slide off its frame.

It was like a storm had taken hold of the room, and in the center of it, Sasha surrendered completely—her face buried in the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets as Ross gripped her hips and drove into her like a man possessed.

In the middle of all this chaos, another body stirred.

Kristine blinked herself awake, groggy and sore from the night before. Her body still tingled, every inch of her skin marked with memories of Ross's touch.

But as she opened her eyes and turned toward the sound, what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.

There, just feet away, was her best friend Sasha—on all fours, moaning shamelessly as Ross pounded her from behind. Kristine's eyes widened, lips parting slightly as she watched them.

The bed shook like a small boat on a stormy sea, the headboard knocking lightly against the wall with every thrust.

The scene was wild. Raw. Hypnotic.

For a few seconds, she simply stared, her heart thumping in her chest as she felt arousal begin to pool between her legs.

She'd never seen Sasha like this—so unguarded, so deeply lost in pleasure. It should have felt awkward, or at least surprising. But instead, it felt… right.

Sasha turned her head, hair plastered to her cheek, eyes lidded with bliss. When she saw Kristine awake, her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Hello there, sleepyhead," she purred, voice thick with lust. "Come up and join the fun."

There was no hesitation.

Kristine sat up, the blanket falling from her naked body as she crawled forward, her limbs still heavy from the night before.

Her skin flushed with heat as she moved toward them, heart racing with excitement and a flicker of nervousness.

But Ross welcomed her without missing a beat.

He leaned forward, hand gripping the back of her neck, and pulled her into a deep, messy kiss. Kristine melted into it, her body already aching for more.

She kissed him back hungrily, tasting Sasha on his lips, and something in her lit up with primal need.

Soon, their bodies intertwined again—three figures moving in rhythm, feeding off each other's pleasure.

Sasha and Kristine fell naturally into sync, surprising themselves with how easy it was to share, to explore, to surrender together.

It was new. It was thrilling. And it was incredibly hot.

Ross took turns ravishing them both—filling one while his hands explored the other, switching places and positions with a stamina that bordered on inhuman.

His hunger never seemed to wane, and neither woman wanted him to stop.

Kristine moaned as Sasha kissed down her stomach while Ross buried himself inside her.

Then Sasha climbed over Kristine, their lips meeting in a slow, hesitant kiss that deepened into something far more heated.

They touched each other between moans, their hands roaming, exploring, tasting—curiosity becoming bold confidence.

Ross watched them, eyes blazing, before pulling Sasha into his arms and pressing her down onto Kristine.

He entered her from behind again, making both women moan in harmony as they clung to each other.

Their bodies moved like fire and smoke—twisting, wrapping, consuming.

They lost track of time.

It wasn't just sex anymore. It was indulgence. Discovery. Liberation.

For Kristine and Sasha, best friends since childhood, this was something they'd never imagined they would share—but now that they were here, wrapped up in Ross's arms, under his control, under his care—they didn't want it to end.

He made them feel beautiful, worshipped, wanted beyond words. He knew how to touch, how to take, how to make them scream—and he did.

Even after hours passed, he showed no signs of slowing. Kristine straddled his chest while Sasha rode him again, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire, their moans harmonizing into a chorus of pleasure.

Finally, as the first rays of afternoon sun filtered into the room, their bodies gave out.

Sasha collapsed on Ross's left side, face buried in his shoulder. Kristine rolled into his right, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest.

All three of them were breathless, their hearts beating in tandem, the air still charged with the aftermath of lust and satisfaction.

Ross exhaled a long, satisfied sigh, arms wrapped around both women, pulling them close.

Sasha let out a soft giggle, kissing his neck.

"Okay," she whispered. "That was insane."

Kristine laughed weakly. "You think he's human?"

Ross smirked but said nothing, letting the warmth of their bodies lull him into peaceful stillness.

Eventually, the room fell quiet again.

The storm had passed.

And there, tangled in each other's arms, the three of them drifted into sleep—exhausted, content, and connected by something deeper than they could put into words.

***

Sasha and Kristine woke up slowly, their bodies still aching in the best possible way from the wild night before.

But this time, it wasn't the scent of sex or the creaking of the bed that stirred them—it was the rich, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food wafting through the room.

Their stomachs growled almost in unison.

But they didn't need to get up.

Ross appeared moments later, pushing open the door with his hip, carrying a large tray balanced in his strong hands.

The tray was piled high with steaming food—perfectly cooked eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, warm buttered toast, and even a bowl of fragrant soup.

Their favorite drinks—one with coffee, the other with juice—sat beside it all, still cold.

Both women sat up, eyes wide with surprise and delight.

"Dinner in bed?" Kristine murmured, smiling.

Ross smirked as he set the tray down between them. "For two queens who earned it."