Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Adrenaline
Nicole didn’t last long under Ross’s expert touch. His tongue moved with an almost devastating precision, teasing and stroking her until the pleasure became unbearable.

Her breath hitched, her thighs quivered, and in mere moments, she was lost to the overwhelming sensation building deep within her.

“R-Rosssssss!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the room as she shattered completely.

Her body arched off the bed, toes curling as waves of pleasure rolled through her, drowning her in euphoria.

Ross held her firmly in place, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he eagerly lapped up every last drop of her release.

The sensation of his tongue against her oversensitive skin sent shivers racing through her body, intensifying the aftermath of her climax.

The sheer devotion in the way he savored her made her stomach flutter. There was something both wicked and reverent in the way Ross touched her, as if he were worshiping her with his mouth.

It was intoxicating. It was maddening. It made her feel loved in a way she had never imagined before.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

“Wow…” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

She had expected Ross to lean back, maybe demand the same pleasure in return. But he didn’t. Instead, his intense gaze remained locked onto her, filled with something primal—something that sent a thrill of anticipation down her spine.

Nicole swallowed hard as she followed his gaze.

He was staring at her, but more specifically, at her glistening, trembling core. His expression was dark with hunger, his jaw tight as if restraining himself. Then, slowly, he licked his lips and adjusted his position, shifting forward until his body loomed over hers.

That was when she saw it.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Ross positioned himself between her legs, his impressive length thick and pulsing, pressing teasingly against her entrance.

“Gulp…” Nicole swallowed hard, a flicker of fear mixed with excitement flashing in her eyes.

It was… huge.

The sight of it alone sent another shiver of apprehension through her. Could she even take him? The sheer size of him seemed impossible—almost terrifying.

She had always known Ross was well-endowed, but now that he was poised to claim her, the reality of it hit her like a crashing wave.

Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as her heart pounded against her ribcage. The logical part of her mind screamed that this was going to hurt.

That it was going to be overwhelming. But beneath the fear, there was also an undeniable longing—a deep, aching need to be his.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

Ross’s heated gaze flickered to hers, searching her face for any sign of doubt. She knew he would stop if she asked him to. He would never force her into something she wasn’t ready for.

But she was ready.

With bated breath, Nicole parted her legs wider, silently offering herself to him. She felt her entire body tingle with anticipation as Ross exhaled a deep, shaky breath, the raw desire in his eyes making her shiver.

Then, ever so slowly, he pressed forward.

Nicole gasped as she felt him against her, the first intimate touch of his length making her entire body tense. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

This was it.

Her heart pounded furiously in her chest as she clung to Ross, preparing herself for the moment everything would change.

And as he pushed deeper, claiming her inch by inch, she realized—there was no turning back now.

Nicole’s body trembled as Ross slowly pressed forward, inch by inch, pushing deeper into her uncharted depths. A sharp cry escaped her lips, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as a jolt of pain surged through her.

“A-Ahhhhh…!” she whimpered, her body instinctively tensing at the overwhelming stretch.

Ross groaned, his muscles straining as he fought the primal urge to move.

His breathing was ragged, his entire being consumed by the incredible sensation of Nicole’s warmth enveloping him so tightly, almost impossibly so.

The sight of their bodies becoming one—her softness yielding to his hardness—was enough to steal his breath away.

Nicole’s nails dug into his arms as she struggled against the discomfort, her chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths.

Tears welled in her eyes, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the moment. Nothing had prepared her for this—not the anticipation, not the desire, not even her own willingness.

The burning stretch was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mixture of pain and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Ross reached up, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down her cheek.

“Shh… I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice tender, filled with reverence. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’m here.”

Nicole swallowed hard, nodding weakly. She tried to focus on his voice, on the warmth in his eyes rather than the discomfort overwhelming her body.

Ross stayed completely still, resisting every instinct screaming at him to move, to claim her fully. His self-control was ironclad, his priority set on her well-being above all else.

He leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead—a silent vow that he would never rush her, never hurt her.

For several moments, neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were their shared breaths and the quiet hum of their heartbeats syncing together.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ross exhaled a deep, shaky breath.

“Thank you, Nicole,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “For trusting me.”

Nicole blinked up at him, her vision still a little blurry with unshed tears. But beneath the discomfort, something warm bloomed in her chest. She had never felt so vulnerable—yet so safe at the same time.

“I love you, Ross,” she whispered, forcing a small, shaky smile despite the pain. “And I believe you.”

Ross’s expression softened, and instead of responding with words, he let his actions speak. He kissed her forehead again, then the tip of her nose, then her parted lips—slow, reverent, as if he were worshipping her.

Nicole melted into the kiss, letting it ground her, letting it remind her why she had given herself to him.

He remained still, letting her adjust, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the new, intimate connection they now shared.

Slowly, the sharp pain dulled into something more bearable, and though she wasn’t ready for movement yet, she no longer felt overwhelmed.

Ross’s patience meant everything. He didn’t rush. He didn’t demand. He simply held her, letting her take her time.

Nicole exhaled slowly, her hands trailing up his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

“I think… I think I’m okay now,” she finally whispered.

Ross searched her face, making sure she truly meant it. Seeing the lingering uncertainty in her eyes, he gave her another gentle kiss.

“We’ll take this as slow as you need,” he promised.

Nicole nodded, feeling her heart swell with affection.

This was just the beginning.

And she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

A few minutes later, Nicole finally gave Ross the green light to start moving.

“You can try to move now, Ross. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Ross, eager to proceed, slowly began to move, pulling out of Nicole’s tight cunt until only the head of his cock remained inside.

He then pushed back in, repeating this slow and gentle motion, allowing his cock to become coated with the warm, sticky liquid that would facilitate their lovemaking.

As he continued to move, the sound of their bodies merging filled the air.

“PAK!”

“PAK!”

“PAK!”

Ross’s movements became more confident, his strokes growing longer and more insistent, until he was eventually slamming into Nicole with a fierce intensity.

The force of his actions sent Nicole’s body swaying, her huge boobs bouncing in time with the motion, creating a vision of raw, unbridled passion.

Nicole’s moans filled the air, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to grow more intense with each passing moment.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” she cried out, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned, her body beginning to respond to the sensations that Ross was creating.

“Ughhhhhhh…” she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, as a new feeling of pleasure began to creep into her body, slowly but surely.

As Ross continued to drive into her, Nicole’s pain began to give way to a growing sense of pleasure, her body starting to respond to the sensations that he was creating.

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and her hips began to move, subtly at first, but with growing confidence, as she started to meet Ross’s strokes with her own movements.

The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, a symphony of sighs, moans, and the rhythmic pounding of their bodies, as they moved together in a dance of passion and desire.