Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Mmmm…" Cara moaned into the kiss, her breath shuddering as Ross continued to claim her lips with a mix of hunger and tenderness.

Her hand remained wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly, reverently, as if trying to memorize its shape.

But then, without a word, Ross shifted back—just enough for her grip to slip away from him.

Her hand fell to the sheets, empty.

Her eyes fluttered open in confusion, heart pounding, only for her breath to hitch the next second when she saw what he was doing.

"D…" she whispered, breaking the kiss, her voice barely audible and trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Ross said nothing.

He simply looked down, and when Cara followed his gaze, her entire body stiffened.

He was guiding the swollen, glistening head of his cock along her soaked folds, dragging it back and forth over her clit and lower lips, coating himself in her arousal.

Her skin tingled at every pass.

Every teasing brush made her squirm, helplessly arching her back toward him, even as dread and excitement swirled in her gut.

Her entrance—small, pink, and virginal—quivered with anticipation, and her thighs instinctively tensed as he pushed the tip gently against it.

There was no way. It looked far too big.

The head alone dwarfed her slit, and she could already feel her body resisting, unsure if it could even handle something that thick, that heavy.

Still, Ross didn't hesitate.

He placed one hand on her waist, the other guiding his cock as he began to press forward—slowly, steadily, determined.

Cara gasped loudly. "Ohhh… it's too big, D… it can't fit…" she whimpered, panic flickering in her eyes as she gripped the sheets beneath her.

Her body jerked from the pressure, her thighs clamping around his waist in a desperate reflex.

Ross paused only for a heartbeat, then leaned down to kiss her softly on the cheek, his voice husky and low.

"You're doing so good. Breathe, Cara. Let me love you."

Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, her face contorting with the intense stretch.

The tip of his cock had just barely pushed past her tight entrance, and already she felt like she was being torn open.

She looked down in disbelief—he hadn't even fully entered her, and yet it felt like he was splitting her in half.

The pressure was overwhelming, an aching burn that made her eyes sting with tears.

Still, even through the pain, her body betrayed her—clenching around him, dripping wet, eager in its own way.

Every slow push made her whimper, and Ross didn't let up. Inch by inch, he fed her more of him, stretching her further, forcing her to adjust.

She buried her face into his shoulder, her voice muffled.

"It's too much, D… I don't know if I can…"

"You can," he whispered, kissing her temple. "You're mine, Cara. I'll make it fit. I'll take my time. I'll be gentle."

His words sent a thrill through her spine, even as her body trembled beneath him.

The sensation of being filled—truly filled—was unlike anything she'd ever imagined.

Her walls clenched around him tightly, fluttering with every motion, trying to accommodate the impossible thickness.

Her legs shook. Her toes curled.

Her hands clutched at his arms, his back, anything she could reach, as Ross finally bottomed out, the base of his cock pressed flush against her folds.

She cried out—a mix of pain, pleasure, and disbelief. It was all in.

Somehow, against all odds, he was inside her.

Ross stilled, letting her adjust, his lips brushing hers again.

"You took all of me," he said softly, pride in his voice. "Look at you…"

Cara blinked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her body buzzing, her heart pounding, her mind reeling.

She had done it.

Cara could hardly believe her eyes—let alone the overwhelming sensation tearing through her body.

Ross's cock had to be at least fifteen inches long, thick and veiny, heavy in a way that defied logic.

Just moments ago, she had held it in her hand, struggling to even wrap her fingers around its girth.

And now… it was gone. Buried. Disappeared completely into her tight, inexperienced pussy.

Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp.

She could feel everything—the weight of it, the heat, the way it stretched her deeper than she ever thought possible.

It felt like Ross wasn't just inside her… he was filling her, reshaping her from the inside out.

Her pussy gripped him instinctively, pulsing tight around his thick cock, trembling as it tried to adjust.

But he was so big, so impossibly wide, it felt like she had a baseball bat lodged inside her delicate pink cunt.

And that wasn't even the most shocking part.

She could feel him pressing against something deep—too deep—like he'd gone beyond the limits of what a man was supposed to reach.

A dull, aching pressure throbbed inside her belly, and she realized, horrified and aroused, that Ross was pushing against her womb.

He's in my fucking womb, she thought wildly, a mix of fear, pain, and dark fascination swirling in her mind.

How is that even possible?

Her entire lower body was on fire.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her toes curling against the sheets as she clung to the mattress.

The pain was sharp, raw, and constant—her cunt stretched so wide it felt like she was being split in half.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Every nerve was screaming.

But Ross… didn't move.

And for that, she was more grateful than she could ever say.

He stayed still, his strong arms cradling her gently, his eyes locked on her face with surprising tenderness.

He knew. He felt what she was going through.

And instead of thrusting or grinding, instead of giving in to his own pleasure, he gave her time.

Time to adjust. Time to breathe. Time to become his.

"Ohhhhh…" Cara whimpered, her fingers digging into his biceps as her walls clenched involuntarily around him.