Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 59 - 59 Fountain (R18)

"Time for the main event," Ross murmured with a wicked grin as he positioned himself between Jasmine’s parted, inviting legs.

His eyes held a hungry gleam as he leaned down, tasting the lingering sweetness of her arousal still on his lips.

Unfazed, he kissed her again, his mouth firm yet tender, knowing that she could taste herself on him.

There was something undeniably thrilling about that shared intimacy, a bond that went deeper than words.

A slow, teasing rhythm began as he guided the head of his cock over her sensitive clit, the light contact sending small shocks through Jasmine’s body.

A soft, almost hypnotic tap, tap, tap echoed between them, his teasing touch heightening her anticipation.

Ross’s hand slid along her thigh, his fingers pressing into her skin with a gentle possessiveness, marking every inch of her as his.

He watched as her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in shallow, needy gasps, her eyes glazed with longing.

"Please, Ross," she breathed, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "I need you… I need all of you."

With a smirk, Ross let the tip of his cock trail lower, slipping it slowly over her wet, inviting entrance, tantalizing her just enough to drive her wild. Jasmine’s hips lifted instinctively, inviting him deeper, her body a willing partner in this dance of pleasure.

The mattress dipped beneath her as she arched up, pressing herself against him, her hands grasping at the sheets as though anchoring herself from the waves of desire that threatened to overtake her.

"Oh god, Ross… fuck me now," Jasmine gasped, her words dissolving into a soft moan as she encouraged him to take her, her voice filled with both urgency and surrender.

Her body quivered beneath him, her back pressing into the mattress as she lifted her hips higher, her every movement an invitation, a plea, a promise.

Ross leaned down, his mouth grazing her neck as he began to press forward, his cock sliding slowly inside her, filling her inch by inch. Her body responded eagerly, molding around him, her warmth and softness pulling him deeper as if she never wanted to let him go.

A shiver ran through her as he filled her completely, their bodies locked together in a perfect, undeniable fit.

Jasmine’s hands found his back, her fingers digging into his skin, urging him closer.

Her entire body seemed alive, a current of pleasure surging through her veins as he began to move, each thrust sending fresh waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

"Yes, don’t stop, Ross. I want you to fuck me forever, just like this! Fuck me hard!" Jasmine gasped, her voice uninhibited, not caring who might hear her cries.

She was completely lost in the waves of intense pleasure overtaking her, her senses drowning in the feel of him.

Her body responded eagerly, her arousal heightening with each thrust, the slick heat between them only making her desire burn brighter as Ross drove his long big fat dick into her over and over.

"Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…" Her moans filled the room, raw and breathless, blending with the rhythmic creaks of the bed beneath them.

The mattress rocked wildly, keeping time with the passionate rhythm he set, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge, every sound around them amplifying the ecstasy building inside her.

Sophia lay beside them, completely spent, still and fast asleep after Ross’s earlier attentions had left her blissfully exhausted. Yet, not everyone in the room was oblivious to their heated exchange.

Natalie sat nearby, observing quietly, her expression calm, though her eyes held a hint of knowing satisfaction as if she was unfazed by the spectacle unfolding before her.

Jade, however, was another story. Her wide eyes betrayed her shock as she watched Ross and Jasmine, mesmerized and disbelieving.

She couldn’t comprehend the sheer intensity of what was happening, nor the raw, primal way Jasmine surrendered herself to it, welcoming each fierce thrust as if she could never get enough.

It was both fascinating and terrifying to Jade, the sheer power of passion on display before her.

"I’d die if I were in her place!" she thought, her pulse quickening, even as the notion sent a shiver of apprehension through her.

But as she tried to look away, something within her stirred, a darker, hidden part of her mind whispering softly, weaving temptation into her thoughts.

"Yes," the dark voice purred, enticing and unrelenting. "You’d die of pleasure… and you’d want every moment of it."

Jade swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as her mind wrestled with the illicit thoughts whispering to her. A strange yearning bloomed within her, mingling with the shock, a flicker of curiosity she couldn’t entirely deny.

The idea of being so utterly consumed, of giving in so completely, left her torn between intrigue and fear.

Yet, as she continued to watch, that curiosity only deepened, her thoughts tangling with questions she wasn’t quite ready to answer.

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Thirty minutes later, Jasmine’s voice echoed through the room, her cries rising as she felt herself nearing the edge.

Her whole body tightened, a surge of pleasure building rapidly, unstoppable.

"Coming… coming… coming… ahhhhhh!" she cried out, her voice raw and unrestrained. Her climax hit her like a wave, powerful and all-consuming, as her entire body surrendered to the peak of ecstasy.

Her inner pussy walls and muscles clenched around Ross, gripping him tightly as if her body never wanted to let go, each pulse drawing him deeper, matching the intensity of her release.

Ross felt her shuddering around him, her release hot and thick as it coated every inch of his length, the sight and feel of her climax making his own pleasure spike.

Jasmine’s cheeks were flushed, her head thrown back, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her entire body trembled beneath him, her breathing erratic as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her, leaving her utterly spent.

The aftermath of her release left a wet, creamy trail along his shaft and on the sheets beneath them—a testament to the passion they’d shared.

Jasmine felt as if she had lost all control, a rush of warmth and satisfaction leaving her both drained and exhilarated.

Her climax had been so intense that it felt like a release from deep within her, her abundant desire spilling over and soaking the bed beneath them, leaving a damp, telltale mark of their passion.

As her breathing began to slow, Jasmine looked up at Ross, her eyes still hazy with lingering pleasure, a soft smile curving her lips as she lay there, utterly spent but wholly satisfied.

She could hardly believe how lucky she was to have Ross in her life.

In moments like this, Jasmine wondered if she’d been a saint in a past life—or perhaps even a heroine who had saved the world—to deserve a love so deep, so consuming, as the one they shared.

Ross had become her anchor, her heart, her everything, and the thought of a life without him felt impossible, as if a part of her would be lost forever if he were gone.

Every touch, every look he gave her filled her with a warmth that made her feel cherished, understood, and complete.

She knew that people often searched their whole lives for the kind of love they had found together, and she felt blessed beyond words.

Whatever it was that had brought them together, she knew one thing with unwavering certainty: she was his, just as he was hers, and she could never imagine herself without him.

"I love you, Ross," she whispered softly, letting the words settle in the quiet space between them. Her hand found his, fingers gently lacing together as she felt the comfort and security of his presence beside her.

Those words carried all the gratitude, wonder, and devotion she felt, echoing in her mind as her eyes grew heavy.

Slowly, her breathing softened, and with a peaceful smile on her lips, Jasmine drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his love.

"Next," Ross murmured, his eyes moving slowly from Natalie to Jade, a mischievous glint in his gaze. He took his time, letting his gaze linger on each of them, savoring the anticipation in the air.

Both women exchanged glances, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flickering between them as they realized it was their turn.

Natalie held his gaze steadily, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips, while Jade’s cheeks flushed as she looked away, uncertain yet undeniably intrigued.

Ross’s gaze softened for a moment as he watched their reactions, enjoying the tension building as they waited, curiosity and desire filling the silence between them.

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