Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 356

Chapter 356: Chapter 356 Initiative
“Why would I waste time on that?” she replied, her voice steady but tinged with defiance.

“It’s pointless. I could spend that time working instead.”

Her words carried the weight of her struggles. Emma had never been one to indulge in frivolities, not when she had so many responsibilities on her shoulders.

Erica, her only daughter, had needed her—especially during those harrowing years when illness had consumed their lives.

Hospital bills, endless shifts, and sleepless nights had left Emma with little room for self-indulgence or even a moment of relief.

She had worked harder than anyone, driven by a love that demanded sacrifice.

Ross tilted his head, studying her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

“You’re not like most women, Emma. Far from it,” he said softly, his tone almost reverent. Then, his expression shifted, a sly smile curling his lips as he reached out.

With deliberate slowness, he traced a single finger along the slick, pink folds of her pussy.

Emma shivered at the contact, her breath hitching as his touch sent a spark of heat racing through her body.

He dragged his finger upward, collecting the warm, sticky essence of her arousal, then brought it to his lips.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

His eyes locked onto hers as he slipped his finger into his mouth, savoring her flavor.

Then, with a mischievous grin, he dipped his finger again, gathering more of her essence before holding it near her lips.

Emma hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red, but something in Ross’s unwavering gaze compelled her.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took his finger into her mouth.

The taste was foreign—salty, musky, with a hint of sweetness—and entirely unfamiliar.

She hadn’t known what to expect, but as her tongue swirled around his finger, a new sensation ignited deep within her.

Ross chuckled softly, watching her reaction with amusement.

“See? Not so bad, is it?” he teased, his tone gentle but provocative.

Emma pulled back, her lips glistening, her breaths coming faster now. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of embarrassment and growing desire swirling inside her.

She had never done anything like this before, but the way Ross looked at her, the way he touched her—it made her feel wanted in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

“You’re amazing, Emma,” Ross said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His hand returned to her folds, this time exploring with more intent.

His touch was firm yet gentle, coaxing soft gasps from her lips as her body responded to his ministrations.

It had been so long since she’d felt anything like this, and the pent-up desire she had buried for years now surged to the surface.

Her thighs quivered, her hips instinctively shifting closer to his hand as the heat within her built to an unbearable level.

Ross leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Tell me, Emma,” he whispered, his voice a seductive growl.

“Are you ready to let go of all that restraint? Ready to be taken the way you deserve?”

Emma’s breaths were ragged now, her body trembling with anticipation.

The years of loneliness, of denying herself even the smallest pleasures, were forgotten in this moment.

She met Ross’s gaze, her lips parting to speak, but words failed her. Instead, she nodded, her body answering for her as it ached for the release only he could provide.

Ross grinned, his fingers sliding deeper, teasing her just enough to make her moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his confidence unshakable.

And as he lowered himself over her, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss, Emma surrendered completely, her body and mind consumed by the passion that had long been denied.

The kiss they shared became a frenzy of passion, their tongues tangling as if trying to devour each other.

Emma clung to Ross, her nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

His lips traveled down her neck, biting and kissing with a mix of roughness and tenderness that sent waves of heat coursing through her.

She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, as she felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against her bare, dripping pussy for the first time.

Her heart thundered in her chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Hnnngh!” she moaned, her voice muffled against his shoulder as her body instinctively arched toward him, seeking more.

Fuck me, Ross. Fuck me now! she screamed in her mind, the words echoing louder than any coherent thought.

But Ross didn’t give her what she wanted—not yet. He hovered there, teasing her with shallow nudges that sent jolts of pleasure through her, but never fully entering.

Emma’s frustration mingled with her arousal, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

She had expected him to take her quickly, to thrust inside and claim her without hesitation.

But this… this slow, deliberate torment was driving her insane.

He pulled back slightly, his cockhead sliding along her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal.

Emma shuddered at the sensation, a mixture of desperation and desire making her hips buck against him.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her pride forgotten in the haze of need.

Ross smirked down at her, his gaze dark with dominance and amusement.

“Patience, Emma,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

“I’m not going to rush this. I want you to feel every second of it.”

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and longing. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet so utterly consumed by desire.

Her body ached for him, every nerve alight with anticipation.

He’s not like anyone else, she thought, her mind spinning. This isn’t just sex to him. He’s taking his time, making sure I feel everything.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as his hand slid between them.