Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 20 - 20 Rapture (R18)

If only Jasmine understand. James wanted to argue, to justify himself, to tell her that his mistakes hadn’t come from malice. The only reason he’d strayed was that Jasmine had pushed him away, kept him at arm’s length when all he wanted was to be close to her.

He had tried to be patient, had tried to wait, but he was only human. The temptations were everywhere—girls drawn to his looks, to the air of confidence he exuded. Women practically threw themselves at him, and he was, after all, a young, healthy man with needs.

In his mind, he’d started to rationalize it. He’d told himself it wasn’t his fault, that anyone in his position would have done the same thing. And yet, watching her now, his stomach churned with a bitter mix of guilt and anger.

"Too late for regrets now, James. She’s mine. Jasmine is mine now," Ross said with a smug grin, savoring every word as he watched James’s helpless expression on the screen. He turned his attention back to Jasmine, his hands running possessively down her back, feeling her body tense beneath his touch. He moved with a deliberate slowness, as though this moment was a prize he intended to savor fully.

Carefully, Ross positioned himself at her entrance, letting his cock brush against her. He didn’t push inside immediately; instead, he traced the sensitive edges, letting her feel every inch of him as he teased her. Each small movement sent a new shiver through her body, and her soft breaths became short gasps. He took his time, allowing her natural arousal to coat him, letting her warmth and wetness prepare the way.

Finally, feeling her ready beneath him, Ross began to press forward, applying a steady pressure. Her entrance resisted, tight and unyielding, but he didn’t rush. He was patient, inching forward little by little, letting her adjust. Jasmine whimpered softly, and he paused, giving her time to acclimate before advancing further.

"Ahhh… it hurts!" she moaned, her voice quivering with the unfamiliar sensation. The stretch was intense, almost too much to bear. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath, steadying herself, and then, with a small, determined push, she arched her back, pressing her hips toward him, opening herself further.

Ross grinned, relishing her response. He could feel her yielding, her body gradually accommodating him, though each movement was a slow, careful progression. For Jasmine, the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and something deeper, a strange thrill that built with each inch he claimed.

Her hands clenched the sheets, her knuckles turning white, but she pushed through, focusing on what Sophia had promised her—that beyond this initial pain, there was a whole ocean of pleasure waiting.

"It’ll hurt at first," Sophia had said, her voice gentle and reassuring, "but once you get past it, it’s incredible. Trust me." Jasmine held onto those words, bracing herself as Ross continued, feeling her body adapt, little by little, to his presence.

It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, a mixture of pressure and vulnerability, and yet there was a warmth there too, a slow, building heat that grew with each careful thrust. Ross held himself back, maintaining control, guiding her through the discomfort with a steady patience.

As she relaxed, her breathing settled, and she began to feel a hint of the pleasure Sophia had spoken of—a subtle, pulsing warmth deep within, urging her to let go, to embrace the moment fully.

Little by little, inch by inch, Ross’s cock vanished into the depths of Jasmine’s cunt. The sight of blood only fueled Ross’s excitement, a testament to Jasmine’s purity, and a sign of their passionate encounter. He felt like the luckiest guy alive, his cock plunging into her tight channel.

’Oh God, there’s nothing like the feeling of a pussy grasping onto your cock,’ Ross thought, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. The first full thrust sent shivers down his spine.

He could feel the resistance, but Jasmine’s pussy yielded just enough to accommodate his thickness. Five inches of his cock remained outside, a tantalizing tease, a promise of what was to come.

Ross knew he had to take it slow, to let Jasmine’s body adjust to his size. But the wait was killing him. He imagined himself plunging deep, his entire 15-inch length buried inside her, stretching her beyond belief.

For now, he savored the sensation of her pussy milking his cock, the tight grip, the wet heat, and the way it seemed to pulse around him.

Jasmine’s pussy was a mystery, a treasure trove of pleasure. Ross was determined to explore every inch, to bring her to heights of ecstasy she’d never known.

He teased her with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one building anticipation. The blood on his cock only added to the thrill, a reminder of their raw, animalistic connection.

As Ross continued to plunge in and out, his pace picked up slightly. He couldn’t help but let out a low, primal groan as Jasmine’s pussy clenched around him, her inner muscles gripping his cock like a vice. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"I’m gonna make you come so hard, Jasmine," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just feel my cock, filling you up, stretching you. You’re so fucking tight."

Jasmine moaned in response, her eyes closed, her body arching as Ross’s cock worked its magic. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their coupling, the slapping of skin on skin, and the occasional soft cry of pleasure.

Ross’s hands roamed over Jasmine’s body, cupping her ass, squeezing her breasts, his touch possessive and demanding. He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.

"You like my cock, don’t you, Jas?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You want all of it, don’t you?"

Jasmine nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Ross, please... more... I want to feel you deeper..."

Hearing her plea only fueled Ross’s desire. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against Jasmine’s cervix, a sensitive spot that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"That’s it, baby, let it all out,"Ross encouraged, his own pleasure building with every thrust. "Scream for me, Jasmine. Let me hear how good it feels."

And Jasmine did. Her cries filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain as Ross’s cock stretched her further. Her pussy gripped his cock tighter, milking him, urging him on.

Ross knew he was close. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls, the urge to release building with every thrust. He wanted to hold back, to prolong the pleasure, but Jasmine’s body was demanding its due.

With one final, mighty thrust, Ross buried his entire length inside Jasmine. His cock pulsed, his balls drew up tight, and he let out a primal roar as he came, his seed flooding Jasmine’s pussy.

Jasmine’s body went rigid, her back arching as she came too, her inner muscles clenching around Ross’s cock, milking every last drop of his cum.

They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. Ross’s cock, still hard and thick, remained buried deep inside Jasmine.

"That was... amazing," Jasmine managed, her voice hoarse.

Ross smiled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, it was. But we’re not done yet, baby. We’ve only just begun."

And with that, he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of Jasmine’s pussy, the rhythm slow and steady at first, building to a frenzied pace as their passion reignited.

On the other hand, Sophia was lost in her own pleasure, completely absorbed in the moment. Ross had one hand nestled inside her jeans, his fingers deftly working their magic while a single digit teased and explored her depths.

The sensation was electrifying; his finger felt impossibly thick and long, stretching her in ways that ignited waves of bliss throughout her body. With every movement, she found herself spiraling deeper into ecstasy, her mind hazy and filled with desire.

Desperate for more, she wrapped her arms around Ross, burying her face against his neck as she inhaled his familiar scent, a heady mix of musk and something uniquely him. In that instant, she abandoned all sense of decency, lost in the intoxicating heat of their bodies pressed together.

The world around them faded away; she was no longer aware of the curious glances from passersby or the hum of voices in the background. All that mattered was Ross and the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

"Ross!" Sophia cried out, her voice breathy and urgent as she felt her body peak, sending her into her first orgasm of the night. Her muscles clamped down around his finger, a fierce grip that spoke of her need and longing.

Yet, even in the throes of bliss, a deeper yearning stirred within her. She craved something bigger, something that would truly satisfy her insatiable hunger. The thought of being utterly filled consumed her mind, urging her to push the boundaries of their connection.