Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Hnnnghh!" Kevin groaned, biting down hard on the gag that muffled his voice. His body betrayed him, his cock straining against his pants despite the anguish in his heart.

The sight before him was both devastating and undeniably erotic. He hated himself for feeling this way, for the way his own arousal grew as he watched Ayla—his Ayla—completely claimed by another man.

"That should have been me," Kevin thought bitterly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I should be the one inside her right now, making her mine."

But no matter how much he willed it, the truth was undeniable. Ross had taken what Kevin could never reclaim.

Ayla’s whimpers broke through Kevin’s spiral of despair. Her head rested against Ross’s shoulder, her body trembling as she clung to him.

Her moans, soft and breathy, filled the air as her body began to acclimate to the impossible size inside her.

Ross tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You’re mine now," he said, his voice a mix of possessiveness and triumph.

"No man has any right to touch you anymore."

Ayla nodded weakly, her lips parting as another small moan escaped. Her mind was too clouded with lust and exhaustion to resist. She was his for now and nothing else mattered in that moment.

The room hung heavy with the scent of their passion, the tension between them electric. Ross, his expression both commanding and teasing, took control once again.

His large hands, calloused yet somehow gentle, found their place on Ayla’s flawless, rounded hips.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted her off him, her body responding to his every movement as though entranced.

Ayla gasped, the sensation of his cock sliding against her walls sending shivers up her spine.

As he lowered her back down just as carefully, her breath hitched, and she moaned softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Uggghhhh…"

Each sound that escaped her lips was a mixture of lingering pain and budding pleasure. Ross’s patience was unrelenting, his rhythm slow and calculated, coaxing her body to adapt.

With every rise and fall, he gave her a moment to adjust, allowing the tension to build with excruciating slowness.

Minutes felt like hours as the agonizingly gentle pace continued. Beads of sweat formed on Ayla’s flushed skin, her body slick with exertion and arousal.

Then, without warning, a spark of pleasure ignited deep within her. It was subtle at first—a flicker of warmth spreading through her sweet tight pink pussy.

"Woahhhhh…" Ayla’s eyes flew open, wide with surprise. She tilted her head back and met Ross’s gaze, her expression a mix of astonishment and vulnerability.

The realization of her shifting sensations was clear, and Ross couldn’t resist a smirk.

"What’s that look for?" he teased, his voice a deep rumble. "Do you want me to go faster, my sweet virgin Ayla? If you do, you’ll have to beg me."

His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and Ayla’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the desperate plea rising in her throat.

But her body betrayed her intentions. Her hips began to move on their own, grinding down onto him as if seeking more of the pleasure that had begun to blossom.

Her resistance crumbled.

"Yes… Ross… push it in harder! I want you to fuck my pussy fast and hard. Faster, please! Faster!" Her voice rose in an unrestrained cry, the plea echoing through the cabin.

Ross’s grin widened. He relished her surrender, and without hesitation, he matched her movements. His upward thrusts met her downward motion in a seamless rhythm, their bodies moving as one.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The wet, rhythmic sound of their coupling filled the room, mingling with Ayla’s cries and Ross’s guttural groans.

His grip on her hips tightened, his hands guiding her with precision as he began to pound into her with increasing intensity.

"Oh… my…" Ayla’s words dissolved into a string of incoherent moans, her body writhing in ecstasy. Ross’s cock stretched her in ways she hadn’t imagined, each thrust driving deeper, filling her completely.

"Yes!"

"Ross!"

"More!"

"Deeper!"

The cabin seemed to pulse with the energy of their passionate lovemaking. In the corner, Jessica and Kevin watched in silence, their faces etched with conflicting emotions.

Jessica’s lips pressed into a tight line, her thoughts veiled, while Kevin’s eyes betrayed his turmoil—a mix of shame, jealousy, and reluctant arousal.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours. Ayla’s body glistened with sweat, her chest heaving as she gave herself completely to the moment.

Deep within her, a pressure began to build—a familiar ache that intensified with every thrust. It was the same sensation she had felt earlier, only now it was stronger, more urgent.

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"Ross! I’m so close!" Ayla cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Don’t stop this time, please! Don’t tease me anymore!"

Ross’s eyes darkened with desire, his pace never faltering. @@novelbin@@

"I won’t," he growled, his voice rough and filled with promise.

"I’m going to plant my seed deep inside your pussy and make you mine completely. We’re going to make a baby today."

His words sent a shiver through Ayla, and for a moment, panic flickered in her eyes.

"No! Don’t! Pull out!" she gasped, her voice frantic.

Ross’s chuckle was low and teasing.

"Don’t pull out? Got it." His thrusts grew even harder, deeper, and faster, each one driving her closer to the edge.

And then, it happened.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Ayla’s scream tore through the cabin as her orgasm consumed her. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clenching violently around Ross’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Stars danced behind her eyes, her mind a blur of sensation and euphoria.

Ross groaned deeply, his own release following hers. His cock pulsed inside her, spilling his seed deep into her womb.

The heat of his climax only intensified Ayla’s pleasure, sending her spiraling into another wave of ecstasy.

Thud.

Ayla collapsed onto Ross’s chest, her body spent and trembling.