Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Chapter 661 Twin
“What?” Sasha teased, her voice sultry, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. “Are you just going to stare, lover boy?”

Ross finally met her gaze, and his answering smirk was slow and devastating.

“Of course not,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “I’m just taking a moment to appreciate the peak of human beauty sitting in front of me.”

He leaned back then, standing up beside the bed. His hands moved to his waist as he undid his belt, the soft click of the buckle sending a strange thrill through her.

Slowly, he pulled off his shirt, revealing lean muscle beneath—every inch of him taut and defined, sculpted like a man who had long mastered control over himself.

Sasha watched, captivated.

Each movement was deliberate. Every moment drawn out. He wasn’t just undressing. He was inviting her to want him more.

His pants dropped next, leaving him in only his boxers. And even that thin fabric couldn’t hide the way his body reacted to her—wanted her.

Her breath caught again.

God, he was beautiful.

He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t greedy. He was completely calm, completely present. It made everything feel more intense, more grounded—like this moment wasn’t just about lust. It was something else entirely.

And somehow, that made it all the more dangerous.

He stepped closer, climbing back onto the bed with the grace of a predator approaching its chosen mate. Sasha felt her pulse stutter. Not from fear. But from raw anticipation.

She opened her arms for him without thinking.

This was the moment.

The point of no return.

And she wanted it. All of it. All of him.

Ross kissed her briefly—just a soft, teasing brush of lips—before shifting his full attention to her chest.

His hands slid up her sides, firm yet reverent, cupping the weight of her breasts like he was savoring a long-awaited treasure.

Sasha gasped, her back arching instinctively as his fingers began to explore every curve, every soft swell of her ample bosom.

He fondled her with the skill of a seasoned lover, thumbs circling her peaks, teasing them until they hardened under his touch.

A low groan rumbled in Ross’s throat as he leaned down, his hot breath fanning across her flushed skin.

He took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth and sucked gently, then harder, rolling his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes.

Sasha whimpered, clutching at his hair, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

He gave the same attention to the other nipple, switching back and forth until she was writhing beneath him, lost in the heat he was building inside her.

Ross was relentless. He licked, nibbled, and sucked like a man starved—like her body was his feast and he had no intention of leaving a single part of it untouched.

Sasha’s breath came in ragged gasps, her mind hazy, her fingers tangled in the sheets as she struggled to hold herself together. Her breasts were red and sensitive, her nipples aching from his worshipful assault.

And still, he wasn’t done.

Ross finally pulled away, his mouth slick, his eyes dark with hunger. His gaze trailed lower, settling between her parted thighs.

Sasha flushed, instinctively trying to close her legs, but he gently caught her knees and spread them apart once more. His breath hitched at the sight before him.

Her virgin pussy—delicate, pink, untouched—was glistening with arousal. The soft folds looked smooth and inviting, and her scent was already driving him wild.

She was beautiful, in every sense of the word, and he felt a surge of primal pride knowing he was the first to see her like this. The first man allowed to touch her. Taste her.

But looking wasn’t enough.

Without a word, Ross lowered his head, his hands holding her hips in place. The moment his tongue made contact, Sasha cried out, her voice sharp with surprise and pleasure.

“Ross!”

He licked her slowly at first, savoring her flavor, his tongue tracing the length of her slit with deliberate strokes. Then he grew bolder, hungrier, his movements more intense.

He explored every part of her, teasing her entrance, dipping inside, then moving up to flick and suck on her clit with maddening precision.

Sasha’s hips jerked involuntarily as she moaned his name again and again, her fingers sliding into his hair, holding on like she was drowning in sensation.

His tongue was wild, relentless, and his lips felt like fire as he latched onto her swollen bud, drawing it into his mouth and sucking with rhythm and purpose.

Her cunt was soaking wet now, trembling beneath the onslaught of his mouth. Every nerve was alight with sensation, and Ross drank in her reactions like they were his reward.

Her thighs quivered, her body arched, and her cries grew louder with each flick of his tongue, each heated kiss.

He was insatiable, and she was unraveling.

“Ahhhh…”

“Ohhh… Ross…”

“Ughhh…!”

Sasha moaned, her voice rising with each passing second, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. She was unraveling, her body no longer under her control.

Every flick of Ross’s tongue sent a shockwave of pleasure through her core, tightening the coil in her belly until it was ready to snap.

“I’m almost there, Ross! F—fuck! I’m coming!” she screamed, her cry raw and desperate as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

Her back arched off the bed, her hips bucking helplessly as a burst of wetness gushed from her, splashing against Ross’s face.

She’d never squirted before—not once, not even alone—and the sensation made her dizzy. Her toes curled, her fingers fisted the sheets, and for a moment, she felt like she was floating.

Ross didn’t miss a beat.

He kept his mouth firmly pressed against her, his tongue still swirling over her clit as he drank in her release like a man possessed. Her slick arousal coated his lips and chin, yet he wanted more.

He licked her clean, not out of duty but out of sheer hunger—like she was something sacred and he was offering devotion with every kiss, every lick, every breath.