Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1161
Capítulo 1161: Chapter 1161 Marketers
While all of this was happening, Miku was fuming inside, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface like a storm waiting to break.
Every laugh shared around the gathering, every casual glance exchanged in the group, felt like a cruel reminder of what she couldn’t have—not right now, not with her husband sitting mere feet away, oblivious but ever-present.
She desperately wanted to talk to Ross, to steal even a few stolen moments alone with him, to feel that electric connection that had drawn her into this dangerous affair in the first place.
But exposing their secret relationship here, in front of everyone, was unthinkable.
One wrong word, one lingering look too long, and everything could come crashing down.
She forced a smile through the evening’s conversations, her mind racing with unspoken words and pent-up longing.
Later that day, as the entire supermarket settled into quiet darkness and the distant sounds of crickets filled the air, her phone buzzed softly in her pocket.
A text from Ross—just a simple message, but it sent her heart pounding.
She glanced over at her husband, already snoring lightly in their shared tent, and waited a few agonizing minutes to ensure he was deeply asleep.
Then, heart racing with a mix of excitement and guilt, she quietly slipped out of her sleeping bag, careful not to rustle the fabric too much.
Barefoot on the cool floor to avoid any noise from her shoes, she tiptoed away from the tent, her breath shallow as she navigated the shadows between the scattered tents around her.
When she finally reached the door, she hesitated for just a second, her hand trembling slightly as she turned the knob.
Pushing it open gently, she stepped inside, the faint scent of his natural scent immediately enveloping her.
Ross was waiting, lounging in a plush armchair.
He wore nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, the outline of his thick cock already visible against the fabric.
The moment he saw her, his lips curved into a wide, wicked smile.
“I was starting to think you wouldn’t text tonight,” Miku said, her voice a playful pout even as her fingers were already tugging at the thin straps of her camisole.
The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely bare.
“You’ve got that new girlfriend hanging all over you, after all.”
Ross’s eyes darkened as they roamed over her—full breasts, narrow waist, the soft curve of her hips.
He leaned back, spreading his thighs slightly in invitation.
“Oh? Jealous, are we?” he teased, voice low and rough. “Don’t be. You’ve got a husband snoring in your tent right now, remember?”
Miku didn’t bother with a reply.
She crossed the room in three quick strides, climbed onto his lap, and straddled him, knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his hips.
Her hands cupped his jaw as she crushed her mouth to his in a hungry, desperate kiss—teeth clashing, tongues sliding, all the pent-up tension of the day pouring out.
Ross groaned into her mouth, hands immediately gripping her ass, pulling her closer.
She could feel him hardening beneath her, that big, fat cock she’d been craving all day swelling rapidly against the thin barrier of his sweatpants.
It pressed insistently between her thighs, hot and heavy, making her slick almost instantly.
Miku rocked her hips, grinding down on the rigid length trapped beneath the fabric, drawing a sharp hiss from Ross.
She broke the kiss just long enough to nip at his bottom lip.
“Missed this,” she whispered against his mouth, voice trembling with need. “Missed you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard, Ross. Harder than you’ve ever fucked Sabrina.”
Ross’s answering chuckle was dark, almost feral.
One hand slid up her spine to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back so he could mouth along her throat.
“Then take what you came for, baby,” he growled. “Show me how much you missed it.”
Miku didn’t need to be told twice. She didn’t waste a single second.
She slid fluidly from Ross’s lap and dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, the plush carpet soft against her skin.
Her dark eyes locked onto his as her trembling fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.
With one swift, eager tug, she yanked them down to mid-thigh.
His cock sprang free like it had been waiting impatiently for her—fifteen inches of thick, veined perfection, standing rigid and proud, curving slightly upward.
The shaft was flushed deep red, heavy veins pulsing along its length, and the broad, mushroom-shaped head glistened with a fat bead of pre-cum that slowly dripped down the underside.
It twitched in the cool air of the room, as if greeting her.
Miku’s breath hitched.
No matter how many times she’d had him, the sheer size of him still stole her breath—intimidating, mouth-watering, addictive.
She didn’t bother with teasing licks or slow strokes tonight.
The ache between her legs was too fierce, the jealousy and frustration from the wedding reception still simmering in her blood.
She needed him inside her now.
Rising back up, she straddled him again, knees sinking deep into the armchair cushions on either side of his hips.
One small hand wrapped around the base of his cock—her fingers couldn’t even close fully around his girth—and guided the slick, swollen head to her dripping entrance.
She was soaked, had been since his text, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
Without a word, without warning, Miku sank down.
“Ohhhhhh…”
The long, trembling moan spilled from her lips as the fat crown breached her, forcing her tight walls to stretch wide.
Inch by agonizing inch, he disappeared inside her—hot, throbbing, relentless.
Her pussy fluttered around him, struggling to accommodate the invasion even as it welcomed it greedily.
Halfway down, she paused, head falling back, chest heaving as sparks of pleasure-pain shot through her cunt.
Ross groaned beneath her, hands clamping onto her hips hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck, Miku… so goddamn tight every time.”