Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 878

Chapter 878: Chapter 878 Announcement

The stretch, the pressure—God, it was too much. Too good.

It happened faster than she thought possible.

Barely a minute had passed, and her orgasm slammed into her like a hurricane.

Her entire body convulsed violently, her back arching as her head flew back in a silent scream before the sound tore from her throat.

“Ross!” Jasmine cried, her voice cracking as pleasure exploded inside her.

Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, gripping his cock in desperate pulses.

And then—it happened.

A gush of wetness burst from her, splattering over his thighs, drenching the seat beneath them.

She was squirting. Hard. Her release poured out in powerful waves, the wet sound of it obscene in the silence of the theater.

Her legs shook so badly she thought they might give out, her fingers clawing at the seat for something to hold on to as the orgasm dragged her under.

But Ross wasn’t stopping. Not even close.

He held her tight, one hand snaking around to grab her breast and squeeze while the other dug into her hip.

He pulled her back onto his cock relentlessly, pounding into her spasming pussy, riding her orgasm until she was a trembling mess, tears pooling in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Not done,” Ross growled against her ear, his thrusts never faltering. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

Jasmine whimpered, her body weak, overstimulated, but her pussy was still dripping, still throbbing with need.

And God help her—she wanted more. Ross made short work of her clothes and her delicious boobs spilled into the open.

“Please…” she panted, barely able to form the word, her voice raw and shaky. “More… Ross… don’t stop…”

Ross chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he slammed into her again, making her cry out.

“You don’t have to beg,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with dominance. “I’m going to love you all night, Jasmine.”

With that promise, he shifted his grip, pulling out of her with a wet, obscene sound before flipping her effortlessly onto her back across the seats.

Jasmine gasped, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties long discarded, her flushed body exposed and trembling for him.

Her legs fell open, wide and inviting, her pussy glistening and leaking down her thighs, still twitching from her last orgasm.

Ross positioned himself between her legs, his cock slick and shining with her juices as he lined up with her entrance once again.

He looked down at her—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her eyes hazy with lust—and smirked.

“Ready for round two, baby?” he murmured.

Jasmine’s answer was a breathless moan and a frantic nod.

Ross slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahhhhh…” Jasmine screamed, her voice echoing like a sinful confession through the theater as pleasure detonated inside her all over again.

And this time, Ross didn’t hold back.

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The obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the cinema like a forbidden soundtrack.

Each wet slap, each sharp intake of breath only fueled the heat between them.

It should have been impossible for no one to notice—but Ross wasn’t called a monster for nothing.

His overwhelming powers bent reality to his will; the world could have been burning around them, and still, no one would see.

Jasmine didn’t care how or why.

All that mattered was the way Ross’s cock split her open, the thick, throbbing length buried deep inside her, stretching her walls to their limit.

Every thrust had her gasping, every drag of his shaft sent electric shocks racing up her spine.

She was a mess—sweat dripping down her back, makeup smudged, thighs trembling—but she had never felt so alive.

Just as the tidal wave of her second orgasm was about to crash, he stopped.

The sudden emptiness made her sob in frustration. Her head jerked up, eyes glazed with lust and disbelief.

“Why? Why did you stop?” Her voice cracked, trembling with need as her hips instinctively ground forward, searching for him.

Ross leaned back, his breathing calm despite the raw desire burning in his gaze.

That smirk—the kind that made her heart flutter and her pussy clench even harder—spread across his face.

“Let’s change positions,” he murmured, voice dripping with dominance.

He sat down in the plush seat like a king claiming his throne, spreading his legs wide.

His cock, still rock-hard and slick with her essence, jutted up obscenely between them, glistening in the dim light.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Jasmine’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

Despite her trembling legs, she moved, her skirt riding up her hips as she straddled him.

Her breath hitched the moment the swollen tip pressed against her slick folds.

Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she sank down on him. Inch by thick, glorious inch stretched her open, until he was buried to the hilt inside her again.

“God…” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as her head tipped back.

The stretch was exquisite, almost unbearable, but oh, it was perfect.

Ross gripped her hips like steel, guiding her as she began to move.

Her pace started slow, her hips rolling in languid circles, teasing them both.

Then, hunger overtook hesitation, and she began to bounce—rising and dropping onto his cock, the obscene sound of her soaked pussy filling the empty theater.

“Faster,” Ross growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine.

She obeyed without question, riding him harder, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

Her moans grew louder, spilling from her lips in breathless cries that could have drawn the whole theater if not for Ross’s power cloaking them.

“Ross… Ross, oh my God—” she screamed when his hands shot up to grab her breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly while his hips thrust upward to meet hers.

Each brutal snap of his hips drove him deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made her vision blur.

Her body quivered, pleasure tearing through her like a storm as her climax hit again.