Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Chapter 440 Marble
“Why is he still not coming?” Rachel wondered, a tiny crease forming between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized she’d been at it for over three minutes.

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Three minutes and seventeen seconds later of dedicated, rhythmic motion, her hand gliding expertly up and down Ross’s impressive, thick cock.

She was practically a virtuoso at this point, years of experience had honed her technique to a fine art.

“My soft hands and expert technique usually do the trick faster and any other man would have already come by now,” she thought to herself, a flicker of doubt marred the playful confidence in her eyes earlier.

“Is he made of stone down there or what?” She mused inside.

A minute later, as the minutes continued to tick. She shifted her focus and decided to make it even better for Ross.

Her fingers gently, yet firmly, cupped Ross’s giant heavy balls, giving them a slow, deliberate fondle.

She varied the pressure, experimenting with light squeezes and more suggestive rubs.

Five minutes and seventeen seconds later. Still nothing.

Not a twitch, not a groan, not even a subtle shift in Ross’s breathing that would indicate he was nearing the edge.

Not a single hint of emotion, as Ross kept his perfect smile intact, despite his rather unremarkable facial features.

“Alright, time to take some risks,” Rachel decided inside, a mischievous glint now replacing the playful confidence in her eyes.

She was not one to be defeated by a stubborn cock. She would master Ross Oakley just as she had done men like him in the past.

She leaned in, her long, dark hair cascading around Ross’s groin like a silken curtain.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the musky, slightly salty aroma emanating from his manhood.

“Damn, this thing smells like pure, unadulterated man candy. How come?” she thought, her own arousal spiking, a pleasant warmth spreading through her core.

It was like a delicious, forbidden, gloriously oversized popsicle, and she was suddenly ravenous.

“Hmmmmm…” She parted her lips and enveloped the head of his cock, her tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive tip, savoring the pre-cum already glistening there.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she took more and more of him into her mouth, sliding down the shaft until she reached the base, her cheeks stretching painfully.

Still, she was only able to take a small part of the head, and not much more.

It felt like her mouth was going to tear apart and so she did not do it again.

She licked up and down the length, coating his entire shaft and balls in a glistening sheen of her own saliva.

It was a thorough, professional job, if she did say so herself.

All the while, she maintained unwavering eye contact with Ross, her gaze intense and playful, watching his face for any flicker of reaction.

He looked happy, definitely happy, maybe even a little dazed and glazed over, like he was floating on a cloud of pure sensation.

“Good, good,” she thought, “he’s enjoying the ride, at least.” So she continued her efforts, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, a symphony of oral pleasure designed to bring even the most hardened man to his knees, or at least to his climax.

But still, the minutes melted away, each one feeling like an eternity in this sensual standoff.

Six minutes, seven minutes, eight minutes…

Ross remained frustratingly, almost comically, un-explosive. Still, Rachel did not give up.

“At least he’s not one of those grabby, needy, ‘more-more-more’ types,” Rachel mused internally, her mouth still diligently occupied, her jaw starting to ache just a tiny bit.

Some guys, in this situation, would be all over her, pawing at her breasts, grabbing her ass, demanding reciprocal pleasure, turning the whole thing into a wrestling match for orgasms.

But Ross? He just sat there, a magnificent, bronzed statue of blissful passivity, letting her take the reins, letting her orchestrate the entire experience.

He was like a king on his throne, and she was his loyal subject, diligently performing her royal duties.

She wasn’t entirely sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

On one hand, it was kind of empowering, this sense of control.

On the other hand, she was slowly getting frustrated also on how Ross was able to hold out this long.

All she knew, as she continued her dedicated ministrations, was Ross was definitely a different breed of man compared to the usual parade of horny, impatient, and frankly, rather more dangerous criminals she’d encountered so far in her life.

He was an enigma wrapped in a… well, wrapped in a big fat cock, in this particular moment.

“I need to do something better,” Rachel thought, a surge of determination coursing through her.

The crimson silk of her dress, usually a symbol of her fiery allure, felt constricting now.

She unclasped the delicate straps, the fabric falling away like a discarded cloak, revealing the full, lush curves of her breasts.

Beneath, the delicate lace of her bra yielded, releasing a breathtaking cascade of sculpted, white perfection.

“Wet! Wew!” A low, appreciative whistle escaped Ross’s lips, a sound that sent a tremor of anticipatory pleasure through Rachel.

His eyes, dark and intense, lingered on the sight before him, his arousal evident in the way his chest rose and fell.

“That’s more like it. You should’ve unleashed those beauties sooner,” Ross murmured, his voice a husky rumble that vibrated against Rachel’s skin.

His body, already taut with desire, tightened further, a tangible heat radiating outward.

“I knew you’d appreciate them,” Rachel purred, a smile playing on her lips, a slow, seductive curve that promised more to come.

She moved her breasts, their weight and fullness now a potent force, pressing against Ross’s cock, cradling it between her globes.

With a slow, deliberate rise and fall, a rhythm that mirrored the growing intensity of the moment, she coaxed him further, her touch an epic and obvious source of pleasure.