Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 888
Chapter 888: Chapter 888 Verse
Ross imagined how, when Kate woke, she would feel a new strength coursing through her veins, a clarity and vitality she had never known before.
The thought of it made him smile even wider.
Everything had gone according to plan, just as he had envisioned from the very beginning.
From the first moment he had set his sights on her, to the careful orchestration of every touch, every whisper, every moment of passion—nothing had been left to chance.
And now, as he walked away, he knew the results were perfect.
Outside, the world continued as usual, unaware of the transformation and intensity that had taken place behind that locked door.
Ross moved silently through the house, confident, powerful, untouchable, leaving Kate to her deep, healing sleep, and relishing the thought that she would awaken changed forever—stronger, immortal, and completely his.
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Kate’s sex life had taken a drastic turn after that day.
She had initially imagined that Ross would make love to her only occasionally, perhaps once a month, giving her space to rest and recover.
But she quickly learned that he had no intention of slowing down.
Every single day, without fail, she was claimed by him—her body stretched, filled, and wrung out in ways she had never imagined possible.
“Ahhhh…”
Kate moaned, her voice trembling as Ross took her from behind, his thick, fat cock driving deep into her wet, tight pussy.
Each thrust stretched her to the limit, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.
Her hips lifted instinctively to meet his, her body craving the fullness of him inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming, a burning mixture of pain, heat, and pure bliss that left her breathless and dizzy.
She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how unusual it was—how Ross, with dozens of wives already, found the time and energy to focus on her every day.
He probably will get tired of me soon enough, she wondered, a flicker of insecurity crossing her mind.
Maybe he’s just excited because I’m new, and once that wears off, he’ll forget me like the others…
But then another thrust slammed into her, and all thought of doubt vanished.
Her pussy clenched greedily around him, and she let herself sink fully into the sensation.
No. Forget that. This… this feels too good to worry about anything else.
Moan after moan escaped her lips, her body quivering with every movement of his thick cock.
Ross was relentless, his thrusts deep and measured, punishing and gentle all at once.
He kissed her neck, pressed his chest against her back, and whispered her name in low, urgent tones that made her shiver.
Each touch, each sound, each command of his presence drew her further into a haze of lust and need.
Her orgasms came in rapid succession, her body trembling as she climaxed repeatedly, soaking him with her wetness each time.
At first, the orgasms left her weak and panting, but Ross didn’t stop.
He gave her no time to recover, thrusting into her again, his cock sliding deep into her, making her come again and again.
The pleasure became almost addictive—pain and bliss intermingled until she could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
With every passing day, Kate’s body grew more attuned to Ross’s relentless desire.
She began to anticipate his movements, arching her hips, pressing back against him, letting him know exactly how she wanted to be touched.
And yet, no matter how much she adapted, he always found new ways to drive her wild—different angles, deeper penetration, teasing of her nipples and clit, and whispered words that made her quiver with need.
She had long ago abandoned all doubts about her place in his harem.
In these daily sessions, she learned to love the constant attention, the endless claiming, the way he made her feel utterly and completely desired.
Her mind became a haze of moans, pleasure, and devotion, focused entirely on him and the relentless rhythm of his cock inside her.
By the end of each day, she was utterly spent—her body slick with sweat and her juices, her muscles trembling, yet her heart and soul filled with a strange, blissful satisfaction.
Ross would finally pull out, leave her to recover, and she would lie there, exhausted and sore, already anticipating the next time he would claim her again.
Every day was a cycle of release and craving, a loop of exquisite torment and satisfaction, and Kate began to realize that this was not punishment or obsession—it was a form of love, his way of marking her as his own.
And she found herself surrendering fully, eagerly, to the man who had completely changed her life and her understanding of pleasure.
But one month later, after being fucked by Ross every single day, Kate came to a startling realization.
“Oh my god… he’s not gonna stop, is he?” she thought to herself, lying sprawled across the bed, muscles still sore, body sticky with sweat, and hair sticking to her flushed cheeks.
The intensity of their encounters had left her breathless, exhausted, yet somehow alive in ways she had never experienced before.
Each session with him had pushed her to the edge—over and over again—until she had lost count of how many times her body had trembled with ecstasy.
She turned slightly and watched him sleep beside her, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.
Despite the occasional unpredictability—sometimes he would appear in the house at three in the morning, quietly slipping into her room as though he belonged there—Kate felt a deep sense of security in his presence.
Every touch, every thrust, every whispered word he had uttered in the past month had made her feel cherished and desired in ways no one else ever had.
Confusion mixed with pleasure as she considered her new reality.
She had expected that being Ross’s latest lover would be exciting, perhaps occasionally indulgent—but never like this.
Never like this.
She never expected for Ross to keep on coming and making her come over and over again.
He was tireless!