Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross kissed Amy, his lips moving with practiced ease, and she inhaled his fresh, intoxicating scent.

His breath was crisp and clean, tinged with the faintest hint of mint, making her pulse quicken.

Heat pooled in her belly, spreading through her limbs like fire. He was an exceptional kisser—far better than her boyfriend, William.

She wasn't so prudish as to deny William a kiss, but that was as far as they had ever gone.

With Ross, however, she could already feel the boundaries she once respected crumbling away.

His hands were anything but idle.

He cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the thin fabric of her top, his touch firm and possessive.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through her as he tightened his grip, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort, sending another rush of warmth between her legs.

Her nipples hardened under his touch, a testament to how easily he could excite her.

She whimpered against his lips, pressing her body closer, craving more.

"Mmm…" Amy moaned, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She met Ross's passion with her own, her tongue tangling with his in a heated dance.

Their lips parted only for brief moments, just enough to gasp for air before they came together again, even more eager than before.

The way he touched her, kissed her, dominated her senses—it was overwhelming.

She had never planned for this night to unfold like this.

It was reckless, a spur-of-the-moment indulgence, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Over the past few months, she had grown fond of Ross, enjoyed his presence more than she ever expected.

But tonight was different. Tonight, she was realizing just how much she craved him.

Her body burned with need, her skin hypersensitive to every brush of his fingertips.

Her thighs clenched as another wave of arousal hit her, her breath coming out in soft pants. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

She knew where this was leading—knew she should stop before it went too far—but with Ross's hands on her body and his lips claiming hers so fiercely, all rational thoughts slipped away.

She didn't care about consequences. Not tonight.

The heated kiss finally broke after five intense minutes, leaving Amy breathless, her lips swollen from Ross's relentless passion.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady herself, but the fire burning inside her only grew stronger.

Ross smirked, his dark eyes filled with lust as he gazed at her.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face before murmuring in a husky voice, "You're beautiful, Amy."

It was a simple line, one she imagined he had used before, but hearing it from him in this moment sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn't have time to dwell on it before Ross leaned in again, this time with a more purposeful intent.

Lowering his head, he latched onto her right nipple, his hot mouth closing around the sensitive bud as he sucked with a teasing intensity.

Amy gasped, her back arching instinctively to press more of herself into him. His tongue flicked over the stiffened peak before he sucked harder, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Meanwhile, his other hand was far from idle—he kneaded and squeezed her other breast, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers, tugging and teasing in a way that had her gasping.

But this time, Ross wanted more than just her moans and reactions—he wanted her to participate.

He lifted his free hand and offered a finger to her lips, his silent command clear.

Amy hesitated for only a second before parting her lips and taking his middle finger into her mouth.

"Mmm…" she moaned softly, wrapping her lips around the digit.

Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity.

The slick sound of her mouth working over his finger filled the room, her warm tongue swirling around it in deliberate strokes.

Ross groaned in approval, his gaze locked onto her as she continued.

Encouraged by his reaction, Amy took his entire left hand, one finger at a time, into her mouth, coating them all in her warm, wet saliva.

She dragged her tongue along each knuckle, making sure they were slick and glistening, relishing in the way Ross's breathing grew heavier.

She felt dirty—completely and utterly depraved.

The sight of herself, sucking on his fingers so eagerly, made her feel like a wanton slut, and yet, instead of shame, all she felt was excitement.

A thrill ran through her veins, a new kind of pleasure that had nothing to do with touch but everything to do with submission.

Her gaze flickered downward, her eyes locking onto the bulge in Ross's pants.

A fresh wave of heat surged through her, pooling between her thighs. Her thoughts grew hazy, her desires taking full control.

She had never done this before, never even considered it. But now, with Ross in front of her, his arousal clear, she wanted to taste him.

Amy wanted to take Ross' big fat cock inside her mouth also.

She had heard that men loved it when a woman got on her knees for them.

And right now, more than anything, Amy wanted to make Ross feel as good as he was making her feel.

"Ohhhhhh…" Amy moaned lewdly, her voice vibrating around Ross's fingers as she continued sucking them with slow, deliberate movements.

Even as her mouth worked over his hand, she remained acutely aware of the heat of Ross's lips and tongue on her sensitive breasts.

He was insatiable, greedily worshipping her body as if he couldn't get enough.

His hot mouth latched onto her nipples, sucking with deep, wet pulls that sent jolts of pleasure straight down to her core.

He didn't favor just one—he switched between them, licking, biting, and teasing both until they were swollen, flushed red, and painfully erect.

The wet sheen of his saliva made them glisten in the dim light, looking utterly debauched.