Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 409

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Minutes dragged into what felt like an eternity. Anne’s arms trembled from the effort, her hands slick with saliva and precum as they worked his shaft.

Her moans vibrated against him, soft and helpless, though whether they came from the effort or her own spiraling arousal, even she couldn’t tell anymore.

Finally, the strain became too much.

With a wet gasp, her lips released his cock, and she fell back slightly, panting for air.

“Hah…”

“Hah…”

“Hah…”

Each breath was heavy and desperate, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.

Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with saliva, and her cheeks burned with both exertion and shame.

As she inhaled deeply, Ross’s scent filled her senses—a heady, masculine aroma that seemed to seep into her very skin.

It was intoxicating, clouding her thoughts and making her pulse race.

Her body betrayed her completely, her nipples hard against the fabric of her dress and the heat between her legs growing unbearable.

She could feel it now, the undeniable dampness pooling beneath her, soaking through her panties and onto the floor.

Her arousal was humiliatingly obvious, and yet she couldn’t stop it.

Every brush of Ross’s fingers, every dark glance he cast her way, only stoked the fire burning inside her.

“This can’t be happening,” she thought desperately, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and disbelief.

“I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t come here for this. I’m not—”

Her thoughts faltered as Ross’s hands moved, his fingers teasing the neckline of her dress.

He didn’t speak, but the smirk tugging at his lips told her everything she needed to know.

He was enjoying this—her struggle, her shame, her inability to resist him.

Anne’s heart raced as his hand slid lower, grazing the swell of her breast through the fabric.

Her breath hitched, her body trembling at the contact.

She bit her lip hard, trying to ground herself, but it was no use.

The taste of him lingered on her tongue, and her body felt more alive than it ever had before.

Her mind flashed back to her boyfriend, the man she had sworn to remain faithful to.

She had come here thinking she could handle herself, that she could keep her emotions and desires in check.

But now, as she knelt before Ross, trembling and soaked with arousal, she realized just how wrong she had been.

Ross finally broke the silence, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You’ve done well, Anne,” he murmured, his tone both mocking and approving.

“But I wonder… how much more can you take until you would want to beg me to fuck you hard?”

The words hit her like a physical blow, her resolve crumbling even further.

She wanted to fight back, to push him away, to prove that she wasn’t some weak, desperate woman who could be so easily swayed.

But her body refused to cooperate.

Instead, she found herself leaning forward again, her lips parting as if on instinct.

She hated herself for it—for the way her body yearned for his touch, for the way his voice made her pulse quicken.

Ross’s smirk deepened as he watched her, his dominance undeniable.

He didn’t need to rush. He had all the time in the world, and he knew she was already his.

“Time for a break, Anne. You look exhausted,” Ross remarked, his tone teasing yet firm.

“I’m fine. I can keep going,” Anne shot back, determination flaring in her voice.

But her body betrayed her words—soft and pliant, like overworked tofu, as Ross’s strong hands lifted her with ease and settled her onto his lap.

Anne shifted slightly, her brows furrowing.

How is he not hurting? Does he even feel anything? Her entire weight pressed down on Ross’s oversized balls, yet he didn’t flinch.

The sensation of her heat directly against him made her feel strangely defiant.

She leaned in a little more, trying to test his limits—or perhaps punish him for being so composed.

But in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder. What’s he thinking right now?

She half-expected him to push her panties aside and thrust into her without warning.

The thought made her stomach flutter.

She hated how desperately her body craved it—how her pussy throbbed, practically begging for him.

Ross had the perfect weapon for the job—thick, long, and undoubtedly more than she could handle—and she knew she wouldn’t be able to put up much resistance if he gave in to her unspoken desires.

But then Ross did something that left her utterly unprepared.

“Hmmmmmpp!” He leaned in and kissed her.

Not a hesitant or gentle kiss—it was open-mouthed, raw, and shockingly intimate.

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The warmth of his lips sent a jolt through her, and her body froze for a moment as she processed what was happening.

Just as his tongue brushed against her lips, she instinctively pressed them shut, a feeble attempt at maintaining some control.

Ross, however, wasn’t one to back down. His hands moved with practiced precision, finding her breasts with ease.

His fingers pressed into her soft flesh, kneading with a confidence that left her both stunned and breathless.

Her body responded before her mind could catch up, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her bra.

Anne gasped as Ross shifted again, his movements deliberate.

In one smooth motion, her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist.

Before she could muster a protest, her bra followed suit, unhooked and cast aside with infuriating efficiency.

“You—” she started, but the words caught in her throat as she looked up at him.

His gaze was intense, a mix of playful arrogance and raw hunger that made her heart race.

She felt exposed, vulnerable—yet unable to tear herself away.

Ross leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re not fooling anyone, Anne. I can feel how much you want this.”

A shiver ran down her spine. He was right, and they both knew it.

She’d been outmaneuvered by a seasoned opponent, someone who knew exactly how to dismantle her defenses, piece by piece.

Anne’s breath came in shallow pants as she tried to regain control, but it was a futile effort.

Ross had already taken the upper hand—and he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.