Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 412

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Ross smirked beneath her, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust upward to meet her movements.

“Come on, Anne,” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

“Show me how much you love it.”

“Yes!” Anne cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Her hips were moving wildly now, slamming down onto Ross’s thick, veiny cock with reckless abandon.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling with each rise and fall as she chased the inevitable explosion.

She was so close—so achingly close. Just one more movement, one more thrust, and she knew she’d shatter into a million pieces, consumed by the biggest orgasm of her life.

But then, everything stopped.

“What?!” Anne gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her body being forcibly held in place.

Strong hands gripped her waist tightly, halting her movements entirely.

Her eyes flew open, wide with disbelief, as she realized what was happening.

She tried to push down, to move even a little, but it was no use.

Ross’s hands were like iron, locking her in position and refusing to let her continue.

Her pussy clenched desperately around his cock, her slick walls grasping and squeezing as if trying to draw him in deeper.

The need inside her was unbearable, a fiery ache that begged for release.

She whimpered softly, her hands pressing against his chest as she looked down at him with pleading eyes.

“Why?” Anne’s voice was a desperate, breathless whisper.

She was so close to the edge, teetering on the brink, and yet Ross had denied her.

“Please, Ross… let me. Just let me come… I need it. Please…” Her words came out in a rush, raw and unfiltered, her desperation laid bare.

Ross, in contrast, was calm and composed, his smirk as infuriating as it was devastatingly attractive.

“Have you forgotten about the game, Anne?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, his tone sending shivers down her spine.

“Or have you already conceded to me?”

His words hit her like a splash of cold water, cutting through the fog of her pleasure and bringing her back to reality.

Her eyes widened as the weight of his question sank in.

The game. How could she have forgotten?

This wasn’t just about pleasure—this was a battle, a test of willpower and control.

And right now, she was losing.

Anne’s cheeks flushed with both frustration and embarrassment as she realized how close she’d come to giving in completely.

She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain her composure even as her body screamed in protest.

Ross’s smirk grew wider, his hands still firmly on her waist.

“I told you, Anne. This isn’t over until one of us breaks,” he murmured, his tone filled with amusement.

“And it won’t be me.”

With that, he finally released her, letting her move again.

Anne wasted no time, immediately sinking back down onto his cock.

She gasped loudly as he filled her once more, her walls stretching around him, the sensation just as overwhelming as before.

Her body trembled, her slick arousal dripping down his length and pooling beneath them.

But this time, she didn’t let herself lose control.

Anne clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into his chest as she fought to hold herself back.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything—anything—other than the incredible pleasure coursing through her.

She thought of cold showers, of tedious office meetings, of the most mundane and boring scenarios she could imagine.

Think, Anne, think! she urged herself, her mind scrambling to find something to dull the fire raging inside her.

She imagined icy winds, gray skies, and the cold, lifeless feel of winter.

She thought of ugly, unappealing things, forcing herself to push the pleasure aside.

But it wasn’t easy.

Ross’s cock pulsed inside her, thick and hot and unrelenting.

Every slight movement sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her, making her toes curl and her body tremble.

She could feel his hands on her hips again, his fingers pressing into her skin, guiding her subtly as she tried to stay in control.

“Good girl,” Ross murmured, his voice low and smooth, sending another shiver down her spine.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with amusement and a dangerous edge of dominance.

“Let’s see how long you can last.”

Anne bit her lip hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to stay in the game.

Her body was betraying her, every nerve ending alive with sensation, her cunt tightening with each passing second.

She was on the brink, teetering dangerously close to the edge, but she refused to give in.

Not yet.

She moved carefully now, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

The obscene, wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, spurring her on despite her best efforts to focus on anything else.

She could feel her arousal dripping down his length, her pussy clenching around him with every movement, but she held herself back.

Ross watched her struggle, his smirk never wavering.

He leaned up slightly, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, Anne. But we both know how this is going to end.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her, her body trembling as she fought to maintain her composure.

She clenched her fists tighter, her nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks on his chest as she dug them in deeper.

I won’t lose, she told herself fiercely, determination flaring in her chest.

I can do this. I can win.

But as Ross’s hands slid down her back, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body, she couldn’t help but wonder just how long she could hold out.

The game was far from over, and she wasn’t sure she could last much longer.

She was about to lose!

It was at this moment that Anne decided to switch tactics.