Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 895
Chapter 895: Chapter 895 Average
Sarah’s eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and dazed, yet filled with fire.
Ross hovered above her, watching intently, his face close enough that his breath fanned across her cheeks.
His hands roamed boldly, tracing the curves of her waist and hips, making her tremble with anticipation.
Sarah’s mind screamed of her vows, her husband, her life outside this room.
But her body had already betrayed her.
Her panties clung damply to her core, proof of the desire flooding through her.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Even she didn’t know whether she was begging him to stop or pleading for him to finally take her.
Ross smirked faintly, lowering his mouth to kiss the delicate line of her jaw, then down her throat.
Each kiss drew another shaky moan from her lips, her fingers tangling helplessly in his hair.
Every inch of Sarah’s being ached to spread her legs wide, to feel him fill her, to give herself up to the man who had already broken every wall she had built around herself.
In that moment, she forgot everything—her vows, her guilt, her reason.
There was only Ross, only this bed, and the burning hunger consuming her whole.
“Ahhhh…” Sarah gasped as Ross’s lips claimed hers again, his kiss deep and intoxicating.
His tongue tangled with hers, stealing her breath, until she was left dizzy and trembling in his arms.
Before she could even recover, his mouth wandered lower, trailing hot kisses down her throat and chest before latching onto her breasts with masterful hunger.
“Ahhh—Ross…” she moaned, her voice weak but desperate, as his tongue circled her hardened nipple, sucking and flicking it in ways that sent electric shivers through her body.
He switched from one to the other with deliberate patience, treating her as if he had all the time in the world to worship every inch of her.
Only then did she realize—if at all—that Ross had stripped her bare.
Her clothes were gone, scattered somewhere on the floor, but Sarah didn’t care.
She couldn’t. Her mind was drowning in the haze of pleasure, her body floating in the heaven of lust.
All she could do was lie there, surrendering herself completely to his touch, letting him unravel her piece by piece.
“Ohhhh…” Sarah moaned louder when Ross’s hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing teasing circles along her mound.
He didn’t rush. Instead, he let his fingertips graze over her swollen lips, stroking them slowly, deliberately, keeping her on the edge of madness.
She writhed beneath him, clutching at his shoulders, begging without words.
Then, at last, one thick finger slipped inside her.
“A-ahhhh!” Sarah cried out, her voice breaking. Her body jolted at the sudden intrusion, the heat of his finger filling her so perfectly she could hardly breathe.
Ross’s other hand never stopped, his mouth still sucking on her nipples with relentless devotion, his tongue drawing tight circles over the sensitive buds.
At the same time, the finger buried inside her moved in slow, steady strokes, each curl of his knuckle sending waves of pleasure through her core.
Her thighs trembled violently, her hips rocking against his hand as if her body had lost all control.
“Ross… oh God, Ross…” she whimpered, her words dissolving into incoherent cries as he pushed her higher, teasing her mercilessly between bliss and desperation.
Every nerve in her body burned, every breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Her mind could no longer think—only feel—as Ross consumed her whole, driving her deeper into a madness of desire she had never known before.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Ughhhh…”
Sarah moaned helplessly as the waves of pleasure built higher and higher.
Every stroke of Ross’s finger, every flick of his tongue on her nipples, sent sparks racing through her body.
She expected—no, she needed—him to continue, to push her over the edge.
But just as her body trembled at the brink, Ross stopped mid-stroke and pulled back.
Her eyes shot open in shock. “Ross?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ross didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, his gaze never leaving hers, and began stripping off his clothes one piece at a time.
Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest as her eyes followed his movements.
His shirt came off first, revealing his broad, sculpted chest and powerful shoulders.
Her breath hitched as she watched each ripple of muscle, the way his skin seemed to glow in the dim light.
Then his pants slid away, exposing thighs thick with strength, built like they could crush stone.
She should have moved. She should have bolted from the bed before things went too far.
But she couldn’t—not when her body was betraying her, frozen, mesmerized by the sight before her.
And then—her entire world seemed to stop.
When Ross finally stripped away the last barrier, his cock sprang free, and Sarah’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, her eyes widening.
It wasn’t just big—it was monstrous.
A full fifteen inches of thick, veined hardness, so fat it looked like her small hands wouldn’t even wrap around it.
The sheer sight made her thighs clench together instinctively, her stomach tightening with both dread and a strange, forbidden excitement.
Her throat went dry, and she gulped audibly, her lips trembling.
Fear and arousal warred inside her, leaving her dizzy.
She should have begged him to stop. She should have tried to escape.
But all she managed was to raise her hands in a pitiful attempt to cover herself.
One arm crossed her chest, but her breasts were far too large, soft mounds spilling out around her slender arm no matter how tightly she pressed them together.
Her other hand cupped over her sex, trying to hide the glistening heat between her thighs—but it was useless.
Her body betrayed her.
Ross climbed onto the bed, his heavy presence sinking the mattress.
The closer he came, the smaller and more vulnerable she felt.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep, hungry kiss.
The moment his tongue invaded her mouth, her last defense crumbled.