Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 22 - 22 Road Trip

"Come right in," Ross invited, shifting in his seat and pushing it back as far as it would go, creating an inviting space for Sophia to settle in. With a sly smile, she climbed onto him, carefully positioning herself so that her hips hovered just above his length.

The tension was electric, a delicious anticipation thrumming between them. Her heart raced as she felt the heat radiating from his body, the weight of the moment building with every inch that closed between them.

Thud! The sound of the passenger door opening and closing pulled her focus for a split second. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jasmine sliding smoothly into the seat she’d just vacated, settling in with a casual confidence. But the sight barely registered.

Sophia’s attention was fully claimed by the raw desire pulsing between her and Ross. The warmth of his hands on her waist, the way his gaze held her captive—it was all-consuming.

She’d had her fill just yesterday, but after tonight’s events, she craved more. The intensity of his presence, the power in his touch—she couldn’t resist the need growing within her.

Slowly, she lowered herself, her breath hitching as she drew closer to him, feeling the brush of his skin against hers. Her mind went hazy with want, her body remembering the pleasure they’d shared and yearning for more.

She glanced down at him, biting her lip in anticipation. Tonight, she wanted every inch of him, to feel that intoxicating mix of heat and strength again.

"Shit," Sophia muttered under her breath, unable to contain the curse as she felt herself fully enveloped around Ross’s thick length. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of heat spreading through her body.

She barely had a moment to adjust to him before his hands found her chest, each skilled touch heightening her arousal. His fingers traced over her curves, sliding under the fabric, and within seconds, her shirt was open, baring her skin to him.

Ross’s mouth descended to her breasts, his lips closing around a nipple, and he sucked with a fervor that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her moan softly.

But Sophia wasn’t content to be passive. A spark of boldness took over, and she began moving her hips, lifting herself slowly before sinking back down onto him, her body finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heartbeat.

Every rise and fall seemed to pull her deeper into the sensation, her mind dissolving as she gave herself over to the pleasure. She could feel Ross’s hands tighten on her waist, encouraging her, guiding her movements as their bodies moved in sync. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her breaths coming faster, each moan escaping her lips more desperate than the last.

Beside them, Jasmine sat wide-eyed in the passenger seat, utterly captivated by the scene playing out before her. She had always known Sophia to be reserved, the type to blush at an innuendo, and yet here she was, moving with unabashed desire, lost in a pleasure so intense it seemed to radiate off her in waves.

Jasmine couldn’t believe what she was seeing—her best friend, usually so composed, now so openly lewd, completely surrendered to the heat of the moment.

Jasmine’s mind flashed back to earlier that night, to her own encounter at the club.

"Did I look like that?" she wondered, a mix of fascination and embarrassment creeping over her.

"Did I have the same look—a bitch in heat, desperate, needy?" Watching Sophia, she was suddenly aware of how it must have looked when she had been swept away by her own passion, and the thought sent a shiver through her.

Now, she found herself unable to look away, a silent observer of Sophia’s unrestrained pleasure. It was as if she’d been given a glimpse into an intimacy she hadn’t thought possible, a side of Sophia that was usually hidden, and it left Jasmine both spellbound and a little envious. She’d never seen her friend like this—completely unguarded, embracing every ounce of desire.

It didn’t take long for Sophia to reach her peak. Every nerve in her body was electrified, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure building inside her. Finally, the tension broke, sending her over the edge in a burst of ecstasy that shook her to her core.

"I love you, Ross!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the confined space of the car. In that singular, overwhelming moment, nothing else mattered. She forgot everything—even the fact that Ross was the one responsible for putting her ex-boyfriend, Mark, into a coma.

Mark’s face, his memory, was nowhere in her mind now. All she could think about was Ross—his touch, his strength, the way he made her feel like no one else ever had.

It felt like a tidal wave of bliss surging through her veins, her senses overloaded by the intensity of it. Every inch of her body was alight with sensation, pulsing with a pleasure so profound it was almost painful.

She clung to Ross, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the sensation, her mind blank, her heart pounding wildly. The world outside, her past, her worries—all of it faded away, drowned out by the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

Ross held her steady, his hands firm on her waist, guiding her through every tremor, every aftershock of her release.

Sophia could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, his steady presence grounding her even as she was swept away by the intensity of it all. She looked down at him, her gaze soft and dazed, overwhelmed by the sheer depth of connection they shared in that moment.

As she came down from the high, Sophia’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths, her body still tingling with the echoes of her climax. She felt light-headed, almost as if she were floating, suspended in the afterglow of their passion.

"Now we can finally go home," Ross murmured, a smirk curving his lips as he started the car. Just minutes after Sophia’s shuddering release, he pressed down on the gas, speeding into the night, navigating the winding roads with a wild confidence that sent thrill after thrill through her.

Sophia clung to the seat, biting her lip hard to suppress the moans rising in her throat. Ross was still fully buried inside her, every turn and bump making her gasp as the sensation reignited the heat between them.

It was as though he was teasing her on purpose, pushing the car harder around each bend, his hand drifting to her thigh, his fingers trailing over her skin in a way that made her pulse quicken all over again.

She felt every subtle movement, each shift sending sparks down her spine, a reminder of the intimacy they still shared in the cramped space of the car.

Ross glanced over, catching the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes glazed with fresh waves of arousal. He tightened his grip on her thigh, his fingers brushing upward, his eyes never leaving the road as he whispered, "Hold on tight." His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent shivers through her as she struggled to keep quiet, knowing he was savoring every little reaction.

Each mile stretched out, becoming a tantalizing extension of their shared heat, building tension all over again. The steady vibrations of the car only added to the intensity, stirring something deep within her.

Sophia’s breath came faster, her grip tightening on his shoulder, and she could feel her control slipping with every passing second. Ross’s touch on her thigh grew more possessive, his hand guiding her closer as if he knew just how to prolong her pleasure, keeping her teetering on the edge.

By the time they reached his mansion, Sophia’s entire body was trembling, and just as he parked, another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She clutched at him, biting back a cry as her second climax overtook her, her mind blank with the sheer intensity of it. Ross held her through it, his touch steady and grounding as she came down, dazed and breathless.

As they sat there, catching their breath in the stillness, Sophia glanced up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. She could see the gleam in his eyes, the satisfaction of knowing he’d left her utterly undone, and she couldn’t help but feel a renewed thrill as he leaned in close, brushing a lingering kiss across her lips.