Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Chapter 671 Potential
Ross’s tongue flicked over her nipple—once, twice—before sucking deeply, sending a sharp jolt of heat down her spine.

“Ahhhh…” Kristine gasped.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, not to stop him—but to steady herself.

Her body trembled beneath him as his mouth worked her with a ferocity that made her toes curl.

Her nipple, soft and pink just moments ago, had turned flushed and sensitive from the focused attention.

He licked her again, slower now, drawing it between his lips and letting it slide out with a wet sound that made her shiver all over.

Then he shifted, moving to her other breast. And without pause, he gave it the same worship—wet, warm, and wild.

He latched on like a starving man, and Kristine could hardly take it.

“Ahhhh…”

“Ohhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

The moans kept slipping out of her mouth, unbidden and uncontrolled. Her chest heaved, every breath heavy with desire.

Any thoughts of protest had long since vanished—burned away by Ross’s heat, his touch, and the deep ache now pulsing between her thighs.

She knew this was dangerous.

She knew this was wrong.

But her body didn’t care. Her body had already decided.

And her mind? It was starting not to care either.

How long had it been since she felt this wanted? This seen?

Since someone touched her like this—with focus, intention, and unfiltered desire?

Ross’s hands were everywhere—gliding over her waist, teasing the swell of her hips, caressing her thighs.

He wasn’t rushing.

No, he was savoring her. Like every inch of her skin was a delicacy to be explored.

She felt her dress slide higher and higher until it bunched around her hips, baring the soft skin of her thighs.

Ross’s palm moved down, brushing lightly against the damp heat between her legs, still shielded by the thin fabric of her underwear.

Kristine whimpered.

Her hips rolled without her permission, instinctively seeking friction—seeking him.

Ross looked up from her chest, his eyes burning with desire and something else… something deeper.

He watched her with a quiet intensity, as if memorizing the way her body responded, the way her breath caught in her throat, the way her hands trembled on his shoulders.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing the underside of her breast.

Kristine’s throat tightened.

No one had said that to her in so long.

Not like this.

Not when she was laid bare—body and soul—vulnerable and trembling beneath a man who seemed to know exactly how to unravel her.

She wanted to speak.

To say stop, or wait, or even just Ross… but her lips parted and nothing came out.

Instead, her fingers slid up into his hair, pulling him closer again.

Her body was on fire. Her mind, a blur. And her heart—though confused and guilty—beat wildly with a truth she could no longer deny:

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

And no matter what came after… she was going to take it.

“Ross!” Kristine gasped, her voice a mix of shock and need, the moment his hand slipped beneath the last piece of clothing shielding her most intimate place.

Her panties were soaked—no defense at all—and his fingers wasted no time.

They moved with a hungry confidence, exploring her slick, heated folds.

He didn’t slide a finger inside her just yet; instead, he traced the sensitive, swollen skin, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes that made her thighs tremble.

She arched into him, her body betraying her restraint.

Every touch, every flick of his fingers over her most delicate spot, sent sparks racing up her spine.

Ross kept his mouth busy, lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking and teasing until it was pebble-hard, then switching to the other with equal attention.

His free hand gripped her waist firmly, keeping her close, claiming every inch of her exposed skin.

For minutes, he simply devoured her like this—his mouth on her breasts, his fingers between her legs, reading every gasp, every subtle shiver, and adjusting his rhythm with maddening precision.

Finally, Ross lifted his head, his lips slick and slightly swollen from the feast he’d made of her chest.

His eyes locked onto hers for a heartbeat—dark, intense, full of lust—and then drifted downward.

He fixated on the damp fabric clinging to her, barely hiding the arousal already pouring from her.

Slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down.

Inch by inch, he peeled the soaked fabric away, revealing the flushed, hairless mound beneath.

When she was fully exposed, Ross sat back slightly, drinking her in.

“God, Kristine…” he murmured, licking his lips. “You’re perfect.”

Her pussy was smooth, pink, and glistening with fresh arousal.

Not a single strand of hair marred the soft, delicate flesh.

Her clit stood out, swollen and needy, peeking from beneath its hood, and a fresh trickle of wetness escaped from her slit as he stared.

He reached out again, this time with both hands, gently spreading her open.

The sight made his cock throb—her inner folds were flushed a deep pink, almost red, like ripe fruit split open.

She looked so clean, so fresh, so impossibly tight.

Even the small, fluttering entrance to her pussy looked untouched, virginal in its appearance, though he knew Colton had been there before him.

But that didn’t matter.

Ross leaned closer, his breath hot against her bare skin.

“He doesn’t matter now,” he whispered, almost to himself.

“This… this is mine tonight.”

His fingers played along the outer lips, tracing slow, teasing circles, gathering her arousal before bringing it back to her clit.

Kristine moaned, her body jerking with pleasure.

She was already trembling, her body betraying how badly she wanted him, how long she had been waiting for this moment.

Ross couldn’t help but grin as he slid a finger lower, just teasing the edge of her entrance without pushing in.

She was soaking. Tight. Hot. And ready.

He imagined how it would feel—his thick, heavy cock stretching her, forcing her pussy to take him inch by inch.

She might have given her virginity to Colton, but Ross knew that no one had ever truly claimed her.

Not like he was about to.