Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1110 Habitat

“What the hell did you just do to her?” Chelsea’s voice came out higher than she meant, shaky with disbelief and something hotter she didn’t want to name.

She sat bolt upright in the tangle of sheets, clutching the blanket to her chest like it could shield her from what she’d just watched.

“I thought you were going to lie there and allow us to move. You just need to… just not move. That was the deal.”

Ross turned his head slowly, lazily, like a panther deciding whether the mouse was worth the effort.

A low, satisfied laugh rumbled out of him. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, voice gravel and smoke, “I didn’t break any rules. Your sister looked me dead in the eye, spread those pretty legs, and begged me… I say again begged me… to ruin her. What kind of man would I be if I left a lady wanting?”

He rose from the bed in one fluid motion, all of him uncoiling like something carved from marble and sin.

The lamplight painted every ridge of muscle in bronze and shadow, sweat still glistening across his chest, down the deep V that arrowed toward the single most obscene thing Chelsea had ever seen in real life.

His cock hadn’t softened an inch.

Fifteen inches of thick, flushed steel bobbed heavily with every step, glossy with Lea’s release, veins like cables under velvet skin.

A fat bead of pearly fluid… not his, never his, clung to the slit, then let go.

Drop.

It hit the floor with a soft, wet sound. Another followed. Then another.

A slow, shameless river of what Lea had gushed all over him, dripping from the crown and sliding down the shaft in thick rivulets.

Behind him, Lea’s swollen pussy gave one last lazy pulse and pushed out another slow flood of creamy white that pooled beneath her ass and soaked into the sheets.

She didn’t stir. Just snored softly, limbs splayed, face slack with the kind of peace that only comes after someone has been fucked into another dimension.

Ross hadn’t come. Not a single time.

He rolled his shoulders, the movement making his cock sway like a club, and fixed Chelsea with a look that pinned her to the mattress harder than any hand ever could.

“See that?” he said, voice velvet-rough.

“Four and a half hours. Countless orgasms for her. Zero for me. Tonight’s still mine to claim.”

He bent, slow and deliberate, muscles flexing across his back as he reached for his discarded jeans.

The motion made his cock jut even more obscenely forward, a bead of Lea’s slick stretching in a long silver thread from the tip to the floor before it snapped.

Chelsea’s mouth went dry.

Her thighs pressed together without permission, a helpless throb starting low in her belly.

She had already had him once tonight hours ago, before Lea had crawled into bed with him and all of their plans had gone sideways.

She’d thought that was intense. She’d had no idea.

A tiny, desperate sound slipped out of her before she could stop it.

Ross froze, one brow arching. “Something you want to say, Chelsea?”

Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard she felt it in her throat.

The blanket slipped from her fingers, pooling at her waist.

She couldn’t look away from the monstrous thing between his legs, still hard, still hungry, still dripping with her sister’s surrender.

“I…” Her voice cracked. She tried again, barely above a whisper. “Me too.”

Ross straightened very, very slowly. The jeans stayed on the floor.

“Say it louder,” he commanded, soft and deadly.

Chelsea’s breath hitched. Heat flooded her face, her chest, between her legs. She wet her lips.

“I want you to fuck me too, Ross.” The words tumbled out, reckless and raw. “Exactly like you just did to her. I want… I want to feel what she felt. Please.”

Silence stretched, thick enough to choke on.

Then Ross smiled slow, feral, triumphant.

He took one step toward her. Another. The floorboards creaked beneath his weight.

His cock led the way, swaying heavy and glistening, fifteen inches of promise and threat.

“Get on your back, Chelsea,” he said, voice a low growl that vibrated straight to her clit.

“Spread those legs wide and hold on. Because once I start, I don’t stop until you’re snoring just like your sister.”

Chelsea’s trembling fingers were already pushing the blanket away.

The moment Ross pushed inside her, slow and unstoppable, her whole body locked up around the impossible stretch.

Fifteen inches of thick, rigid heat speared through her in one slick glide, and the air left her lungs in a soundless scream.

She remembered how big Ross was and it was an unforgettable feeling to say the least.

Her back bowed off the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets, mouth open on a perfect O of shock and bliss.

“Ahhhhhhhhh—”

He didn’t give her time to breathe.

He drew back until just the swollen crown stretched her entrance, then slammed home again, hips snapping forward with a wet, obscene sound.

Her entire body jolted up the bed.

“Ohhhhhh God—”

Again. Harder. Deeper. The headboard cracked against the wall in a frantic rhythm.

“Ughhhhhh—Ross—fuck—!”

By the fourth thrust she was already coming, pussy fluttering wildly around the invasion, gushing hot and messy down his shaft.

He didn’t pause, didn’t ease up; just growled low in his throat and folded her legs higher, knees almost to her ears, opening her completely so he could watch himself disappear into her over and over.

Chelsea’s eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, drool slipping from the corner of her swollen lips.

She looked drunk on it, ruined, her face flushed dark pink from collarbones to hairline.

Every brutal stroke dragged another broken noise from her throat: high, desperate, animal.

“Fuck me, Ross!” she finally managed to scream, voice cracking. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—I love your big cock inside me, love it, love it—fuck me until I die! Ohhhhhh… it’s so good!”