Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Series
“Coming!” Stephany screamed internally as her body betrayed her, climaxing just moments after Ross’s lips met hers.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, and warmth flooded between her legs, leaving her breathless and dazed.

She couldn’t believe it—she had never come this fast or this hard in her life.

Eyes wide with shock, Stephany stared up at Ross, her lips trembling as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

Ross smirked down at her, his gaze filled with a dark, triumphant satisfaction.

“Let’s see if you’re as good down there as you are up here.”

Before Stephany could protest, Ross slid a finger between her slick folds.

He paused, his finger coated in her arousal, before encountering a slight resistance that made his grin widen.

“Well, well,” Ross chuckled darkly, lifting his gaze to Jack.

“Looks like you’ve been holding out on me. Saved the best for last, didn’t you? Guess I’ll have the honor of taking your fiancée’s cherry tonight.”

He brought his finger to his lips, savoring the taste as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Mmm… Virgin come really is the sweetest,” Ross said, his voice low and taunting.

“And she’s so tight… I can already imagine how good it’s going to feel when her cunt wraps around my cock.”

He laughed, his tone dripping with cruel arrogance, as Stephany lay beneath him, torn between fear, shame, and the lingering aftershocks of unwanted pleasure.

“But first, I need to taste her properly,” Ross said, his voice dripping with dark anticipation.

He moved between Stephany’s trembling legs, spreading them apart with a deliberate, almost reverent touch.

Her body was already betraying her, slick and inviting despite the shame and fear clouding her mind.

Stephany gasped, her heart pounding as Ross lowered his head.

The moment his mouth made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

He licked along her folds with deliberate, torturous slowness, savoring every inch of her.

“Ahhhhh…” she moaned involuntarily, her body arching against her restraints. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sound, but it was no use.

Ross’s tongue was relentless, flicking over her swollen clit with maddening precision.

Each stroke sent sparks of heat coursing through her, pooling heavily in her core.

Her hands clenched into fists as she fought against the mounting pressure building in her abdomen.

“No… I can’t…” she thought, but her body had already surrendered, responding to Ross’s skilled mouth against her will.

Ross smirked against her, his tongue circling her sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth.

The sensation was electric, and Stephany cried out despite herself.

The heaviness in her navel grew unbearable, the edge creeping closer with every flick, suck, and nip.

“Nooooo!” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and despair as Ross shifted his focus.

His long, thick tongue slid past her folds, plunging deep into her pink pussy.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt—wet, hot, and maddeningly persistent.

He moved his tongue in and out, mimicking the rhythm of lovemaking, driving her closer to the brink with every motion.

Stephany’s head fell back against the pillow, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her body alight with sensations too overwhelming to process. In less than a minute, the tension snapped, and she shattered.

“Noooooooo!” She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, her hips bucking wildly as she released directly into Ross’s waiting mouth.

He drank her greedily, his tongue lapping up every drop, not letting a single trace escape him.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Stephany cried, her voice breaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Her flat, toned stomach quivered with the aftershocks, and her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more contact with Ross’s mouth.

He didn’t stop. If anything, her climax only spurred him on. His lips and tongue continued to explore her, lavishing attention on her sensitive flesh.

He held her hips firmly in place, keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he feasted on her like a man starved.

Stephany’s mind spun, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Instead, it betrayed her completely, responding to Ross with desperate, shameful need.

“Why… Why does it feel so good?” she thought, tears slipping down her cheeks as her body writhed beneath him.

Her sweet, round ass pressed up against his face with every motion, as if it had a will of its own.

Ross finally lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and triumphant.

“I told you, Stephany,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You were made for me.”

The weight of his words settled heavily in her chest, but her body still pulsed with lingering pleasure.

She hated how weak she felt, how thoroughly he had claimed her—even if only with his mouth.

Ross smirked, brushing a thumb over her trembling thighs.

“And this is only the beginning,” he whispered, his tone promising even darker delights to come.

Stephany squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that if she couldn’t see what was happening, it would all somehow disappear.

Her chest heaved as she tried to calm her ragged breathing, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of fear, shame, and defiance.

But her fleeting moment of denial was shattered by a new sensation—something big, hard, and unrelenting pressing against her entrance.

Her eyes flew open in panic, her gaze darting downward.

Her stomach twisted at the sight. Ross was already completely naked, his body radiating an aura of raw, predatory dominance.

His muscular frame loomed over her, and the wicked smirk on his face only made her feel more vulnerable.

She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, his hardened length poised at her most intimate place, teasing and unyielding.

“No! Stop!” she screamed, her voice filled with desperation as she struggled against her restraints.

She tried to pull her legs together, to somehow shield herself, but the ropes binding her held firm, leaving her utterly exposed.

Ross’s smirk widened, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You think you can command me, Stephany? Reality doesn’t bend to your wishes.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thrashed futilely, her body trembling with frustration and fear.

“Stop this!” she begged again, her voice cracking.

But the cold truth settled over her like a heavy weight: reality was a cruel mistress.

Her pleas were nothing more than whispers to an uncaring world, and Ross—cruel and unyielding—was the master of this moment.

He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.

“Why fight what you know is inevitable?” he murmured, his tone mocking yet eerily calm.

“Surrender, Stephany. It’ll be easier for you.”

Her heart raced as she shook her head vehemently, her voice rising in defiance.

“Never!”

Ross chuckled darkly, his hand tracing along her trembling thigh.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice a promise of what was to come.