Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Cheeks
“Hmmm…” Ayla moaned softly, her lips captured in a searing kiss that left no room for thought.

Ross’s hands gripped her waist firmly as he lowered her onto the soft bed, his movements confident and commanding.

She felt the cool fabric of the sheets against her bare back, a stark contrast to the fiery heat coursing through her body.

His kiss was unlike Kevin’s—there was no tenderness, no hesitation. It was wild, rough, and insistent, as though he was claiming her.

Despite the roughness, Ayla couldn’t deny the emotions it stirred. A familiar ache spread through her, primal and overwhelming, clouding her judgment.

Without her realizing it, her body responded instinctively, growing wetter with each passing moment.

Ross’s touch was electrifying, his experience evident in the way he knew exactly where to press, where to tease, and where to linger.

When Ayla’s eyes fluttered open, she was startled to see that Ross had already stripped. His muscular body loomed above her, every ridge and contour of his torso carved like stone.

His broad shoulders and defined arms exuded raw strength, making her feel small and vulnerable beneath him. Her gaze traced the lines of his chest and abdomen, and her breath hitched.

Her body betrayed her again, secreting more of her arousal, as if it already anticipated what was to come.

Ayla swallowed hard, a weak protest escaping her lips.

“No… no…” she whispered, but her words were shaky and unconvincing, her body betraying her inner conflict.

She shuddered as Ross’s warm hand trailed down her stomach, lingering briefly on her navel before moving lower.

The anticipation was unbearable, each inch his fingers descended sending ripples of pleasure through her.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” When his hand finally reached her slit, she gasped audibly. He stroked her slowly at first, sliding his fingers up and down her wet folds with maddening precision.

Her legs trembled as he found her clit, circling it gently before moving back to her entrance.

The alternating rhythm of his touch was deliberate and masterful, drawing moans from her lips that she couldn’t suppress.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to think of Kevin, to push Ross away. But the sensations he ignited in her were too powerful.

The world outside this moment seemed to blur and fade, leaving only the two of them in a haze of heat and desire.

Ross pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his lips curling into a smug smile.

“Your pussy is so wet, Ayla,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His fingers never stopped their relentless teasing, coaxing even more of her arousal.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were eager to lose your cherry to me.”

Ayla’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mixture of shame and desire warring within her. She wanted to deny it, to push him away and cling to her fading morals.

But when his lips descended on her neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin, a soft cry escaped her lips, betraying the last of her resistance.

Ross chuckled darkly against her throat, his free hand gripping her thigh to spread her legs wider.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Ayla,” he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. “Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t.”

Tears welled in her eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her. She hated herself for how her body responded, for how easily Ross had unraveled her.

And yet, the desire was undeniable.

Ross moved lower, his lips trailing a heated path down her collarbone and chest, his hands never ceasing their relentless exploration.

Ayla’s mind spun, caught in a storm of sensations that left her helpless and trembling beneath him.

When Ayla thought Ross was about to devour her pussy, he surprised her by shifting their positions in one swift motion. Her body was turned effortlessly, leaving her on top of him in a 69 position.

The realization dawned on her—her assumptions had been entirely correct. His hot breath grazed her most sensitive parts, sending an involuntary shiver through her.

“You need to work hard too, Ayla. Play with my cock,” Ross commanded, his voice deep and rough with desire.

His mouth was tantalizingly close to her sweet tight virgin pussy, every syllable carrying a heat that tickled her senses and muddled her thoughts.

Before she could muster a reply, his mouth was on her, his tongue teasing her folds in a way that made her cry out in pleasure.

A wave of heat coursed through her as her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of his touch. Each flick of his tongue and every vibrating hum of his lips sent her spiraling deeper into an abyss of lust.

Her breath hitched as guilt began to creep into her chest. She couldn’t ignore the image burned into her mind—Kevin, her boyfriend, tied up and helpless.

It was his life on the line, and her heart clenched painfully at the thought. But she knew there was no escape from this moment. If she didn’t comply, Kevin would die.

Taking a shaky breath, Ayla whispered, “Forgive me if I don’t get it right the first time, Ross.” Her voice trembled, laden with hesitation.

“That’s fine,” he replied, his voice muffled as his mouth remained busy, his tongue delving deeper.

“Be creative. Use your imagination. It ain’t hard.”

His words, jumbled but clear, only intensified the sensation. Ayla moaned as his relentless ministrations sent ripples of pleasure through her.

The vibrations of his voice against her sensitive flesh left her nearly breathless.

“Ahhhh…” Another moan slipped past her lips, her body arching as her hands moved of their own accord. Tentatively, she reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around its warmth.

Her palms slid along his length, soft and unsure at first, but gaining confidence with every stroke.

Ayla’s strokes became faster, her determination growing despite the blush that painted her cheeks. She needed to end this quickly—for Kevin’s sake and her own sanity.