Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 733 Active

While the rest of the house whispered, peeked, and gossiped in the hall, Ross didn’t stop—not even for a second.

Heaven was his entire world in that moment, laid bare beneath him, her body trembling with need and surrender.

The voices outside were nothing but static in his ears.

Nothing mattered—not the creaking bed, not the curious onlookers—only her.

Only the way she clung to him like she’d fall apart if he let go.

"I’m going to fuck you until you go crazy over my cock, Heaven," Ross growled into her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

And he did exactly that.

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The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room like a heartbeat gone wild.

Ross moved with unrelenting force, his hips slamming into hers, his grip tight on her waist as he anchored her down.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, and the frame groaned as if pleading for mercy.

But Ross had no mercy left. Only desire. Only hunger.

Heaven lay beneath him like a woman consumed.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her fingers buried in his back, dragging down his skin in desperate, trembling streaks.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, every grind against her most sensitive spots made her cry out louder, needier.

Her moans were uncontrollable now—raw, primal sounds that spoke of a woman pushed to the very edge of sanity by the man on top of her.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"Ughhhh..."

She couldn’t think anymore.

She couldn’t breathe without tasting him, without needing him deeper, harder, fuller.

Her entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of his cock splitting her open, over and over, lighting her nerves on fire and making her mind unravel.

And then—she felt it.

That familiar heat, low and building fast, like a volcano preparing to erupt.

Her thighs tightened. Her eyes rolled back.

It was coming.

That devastating, glorious climax that had been rising inside her like a storm.

Her breath caught in her throat, her nails dug into his shoulders—and then it happened.

Her body exploded in pleasure.

"Oh my god—I’m coming, D! I’m coming! Yesssssss!" she screamed, her voice cracking with intensity.

The orgasm tore through her like lightning, fierce and consuming.

It started in her pussy, that sweet, aching center where he was still buried deep—and then it radiated outward, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her limbs, her spine, her soul.

Her legs spasmed. Her back arched off the bed.

She clutched Ross like he was the only thing keeping her grounded in a world that had shattered around her.

And still, Ross didn’t stop.

He watched her come undone with a fire in his eyes, holding her down and fucking her through it, every stroke drawing out the orgasm until she couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything but sob his name in ragged breaths.

Her vision blurred with tears of pleasure. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Her body quaked, overstimulated and helpless beneath him.

"D... I—I can’t... it’s still so soon..." she whimpered, but there was no resistance in her voice. Just bliss. Just surrender.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"I’m not done with you yet," he whispered.

And with a deep thrust that made her gasp again, he kept going—relentless, hungry, driven to push her to even greater heights.

Ross drove into her with relentless power, his pace wild and feral as though something deep inside him had snapped.

For five intense, punishing minutes, he moved in a blur of thrusts—deep, fast, and utterly consuming—gripping Heaven’s hips as if anchoring himself to her soul.

And then, with a sharp groan and a final, powerful thrust that pushed her body up against the headboard, he came.

Ohhhh... Heaven moaned sweetly, her body arching beneath him as she felt the sudden heat of his release flood her womb.

Her pussy clenched around him instinctively, milking every drop of his thick, hot seed.

There was so much of it—an endless torrent that filled her to the brim and spilled out in creamy streams onto the ruined bedsheets beneath them.

It was warm. It was messy. It was perfect.

She could hardly breathe as the aftershocks of her own climax still pulsed through her overstimulated body.

Her limbs were limp, her skin slick with sweat, and her mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and bliss.

Her heartbeat was a wild drum inside her chest, trying to catch up with everything she had just experienced.

Then she heard his voice, low and satisfied, like a vow wrapped in silk.

"Perfect," Ross whispered against her ear.

And then he collapsed gently on top of her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, his chest pressing to hers, his cock still buried deep inside her pulsing cunt.

Heaven exhaled slowly, letting her hands glide across his sweat-slicked back.

She felt wrapped in warmth, in safety. In him.

His presence alone seemed to chase away every worry she’d ever had, every dark thought that had ever lingered at the edge of her life. In his arms, there was only peace.

For a brief, blissful moment, she allowed herself to believe it was over.

That they’d poured out everything between them—that the night of passion had finally reached its end.

She closed her eyes, smiling faintly, her heart full and body utterly spent.

She was ready to sleep—dream, even. But then—

She felt it.

The subtle twitch of his cock inside her. The slow, deliberate shift of his hips.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"W-Wait..." she breathed, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "D... you’re still...?"

He didn’t reply. Not with words.

Instead, Ross tilted his head and kissed her neck, a slow, sensual drag of lips and tongue that sent goosebumps racing across her skin.

His hands moved again—one cupping her breast, the other sliding beneath her lower back as he began to roll his hips in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

"D..." she whimpered, unsure if she was pleading for mercy or more.

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