Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 522: Chapter 522 Escape

Chapter 522: Chapter 522 Escape

In one fluid motion, he guided her hips down, aligning their bodies perfectly. 

"Ahhhhhh…" Diane gasped as she felt him push past her hymen, her body tensing for a brief moment of pain before she relaxed into his embrace. 

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a sharp, unfamiliar ache that made her cling to him tighter.

"Ross!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of surprise and exhilaration. 

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of being so full down there, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.

Ross held her close, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. 

His strokes were slow at first, allowing her to acclimate, but soon they grew deeper, more urgent. 

Diane's body responded instinctively, her hips rocking in rhythm with his. 

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…" 

"Ughhhhh…" The room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, the rustle of sheets, and the occasional gasp or moan that escaped their lips.

Diane's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. 

She had never felt so connected to someone, so completely consumed by the moment. 

Her hands roamed over Ross's chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each movement. 

She could feel the heat building between them, a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Ross, too, was lost in the experience. 

Diane's responsiveness, the way her body moved with his, drove him to push harder, faster. 

His hands slid up to her waist, holding her steady as he thrust into her, each movement drawing them closer to the edge. 

Diane's head fell back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she moaned his name, her voice a melody that spurred him on.

The moonlight seemed to dance across their bodies, highlighting the sheen of sweat that had begun to form on their skin. 

Diane's movements became more erratic, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. 

Ross could feel her tightening around him, her body signaling that she was close. 

With a groan, he increased his pace, his own release building rapidly.

"Diane," he growled, his voice rough with need. 

"I'm not going to last much longer. You feel so tight and good around me. I want you to come for me, Diane." 

"Yes! Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Ross… don't stop."