Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Balance
“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…”

Anne bit her lip, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she continued to sink down.

Her walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to his size.

Every inch she took felt like a victory, though it came with a sting of pain that made her whimper.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she settled on his lap, her entire body trembling.

The fullness was overwhelming, leaving her breathless.

She could feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of his cock buried deep inside her.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Anne closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath and adjust to the new sensation.

Ross, too, seemed content to let her set the pace, though his hands remained firmly on her hips, his thumbs stroking her skin in small, soothing circles.

“There,” she whispered finally, her voice hoarse but filled with determination.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Ross’s eyes met hers, and for the first time, there was a flicker of big surprise in his gaze.

Then his grin returned, slow and excited.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got, Anne.”

Anne didn’t answer. Instead, she began to move, rolling her hips experimentally.

The motion sent a shiver through her, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands against Ross’s chest as she found her rhythm.

The tables had turned. Anne was no longer the one being dominated—she was the one in control now.

Every move she made, every sound she coaxed from Ross, fueled her confidence.

And as she lost herself in the moment, she realized she didn’t just want to win this game.

She wanted to claim him completely.

Ross might have been only the second man she had ever been with, but his cock was unquestionably the largest she had ever experienced—dwarfing the first in both size and presence.

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Anne moved, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, testing herself as she adjusted to the overwhelming fullness inside her.

Each motion brought with it a chorus of lewd, wet sounds—sharp, unmistakable, and utterly depraved.

The obscene echoes filled the room, making her blush burn hotter.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced down, unable to stop herself from staring. Her breath hitched.

She could see it clearly—Ross’s massive, throbbing 15-inch cock buried completely inside her.

It was a sight she could barely comprehend.

How is this even possible? she wondered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her tight, pink pussy was stretched impossibly wide, straining to take all of him.

Her slick, swollen lips clung desperately to his girth, molding around him as though her body was trying to memorize every ridge and vein of his monstrous size.

The contrast between her delicate frame and his sheer size made it all the more sinful.

It was obscene. It was wrong. And yet, it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

“Ohh… my… God…” Anne moaned, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure surged through her.

Her hips moved instinctively now, rising and falling, each motion bringing her closer to the edge.

The friction was exquisite, her sensitive walls clenching around him as though trying to pull him even deeper.

The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever known—intense, all-consuming, and almost too much to bear.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, pressing against places she hadn’t known existed.

It was overwhelming, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

Her mind drifted, unbidden, to her boyfriend.

The thought was fleeting, but it struck her like a bolt of lightning.

If he ever fucked me again… would I even feel him after this?

The idea sent a shiver down her spine, equal parts guilt and forbidden excitement.

Ross had stretched her to her absolute limit, pushing her to the brink in ways her boyfriend never could.

Her body trembled as she imagined the comparison, the difference between them stark and undeniable.

Anne’s movements grew bolder, her hips grinding down on him with more urgency.

The obscene wet sounds grew louder, filling her ears and spurring her on.

Her hands pressed against Ross’s chest for support, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned forward to deepen the angle.

“Ahhh… Ross…” she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

She could feel her arousal dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base of his cock and soaking the sheets beneath them.

Ross groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he helped guide her movements.

His dark, hungry eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with lust and dominance.

“That’s it, Anne,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

“Take it all. Show me what you’ve got.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her.

She moaned louder, her pace quickening as she rode him with everything she had.

The sharp sting of her initial discomfort was gone now, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that consumed her entirely.

Anne was lost in the moment, her mind hazy with desire.

She didn’t care about anything else—her boyfriend, her guilt, her shame.

None of it mattered.

All she could think about was the way Ross felt inside her, the way his cock filled her so completely, stretching her to the brink.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she moved faster, harder, chasing the release that loomed just out of reach.

She could feel it building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.

And still, she couldn’t stop staring at the place where their bodies joined.

The sight of her delicate pussy stretched so wide around his cock was burned into her mind, the ultimate proof of her surrender.

It was lewd. It was obscene. And it was perfect.

“Ross… I…” she tried to speak, but the words dissolved into a loud, trembling moan.

Her body was on the edge, her movements growing frantic as she pushed herself closer and closer to the precipice.

She was so close—so achingly close.