Evil MC's NTR Harem

Tianna gasped into his mouth as his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts, teasing her, building her anticipation with maddening slowness.

And she didn't stop him.

She couldn't. She wanted this to happen also.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, the thought of her mother flickered—frail and tired in a cold hospital room, fighting a war against a ruthless disease.

Guilt tried to rise in her chest, tried to remind her of the battles still being fought beyond these walls.

But Ross's hand slid under her bra and cupped her breast, warm and tender, and Tianna moaned softly into his mouth.

That whisper of guilt was swallowed by the tidal wave of sensation.

All she could feel now was his skin on hers, the weight of his body pressing her down into the mattress, the softness of his lips, the ache growing between her thighs.

She felt alive for the first time in what seemed like forever. No responsibilities. No burdens.

Just this. Just him.

Ross broke the kiss for a brief moment, eyes locking with hers.

"You sure?" he murmured, his voice low, gentle, almost reverent.

Tianna nodded, breathless. "I've never been more sure of anything."

And she meant it.

There were no more doubts.

No more pretending.

Tonight… she would become a true woman.

Ross kissed her again, and this time there was no more gentleness—only fire.

His lips crushed hers with raw hunger, and Tianna met him with equal need, her mouth parting eagerly for his tongue.

Their breathing was fast, shallow, as though each second without touch would consume them both.

The tension between them had reached a breaking point, but Ross still didn't rush.

He handled her like something precious, even as his hands moved with purpose.

Piece by piece, he removed her clothing—her top first, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.

His eyes flicked down to her chest, where her breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath.

Then came her bra, which he unclasped with a practiced flick, freeing her heavy breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

She gasped when his hands found them, warm palms cupping the soft flesh, thumbs circling her sensitive nipples until they hardened under his touch.

He kissed her again, deeper, his body pressing against hers, pinning her to the mattress in a way that made her feel both protected and desired.

Her shorts and panties were stripped off next—smoothly, effortlessly—until she lay there, completely bare, skin flushed and glowing with anticipation.

Ross was naked too now, and when he positioned himself between her thighs, Tianna's breath hitched at the sight of him.

His cock was enormous.

Thick, veined, and fully erect, it jutted out from his body like a weapon of pure lust.

She stared for a moment, wide-eyed, her legs already trembling from how wet and ready she was.

Ross let the heavy shaft slap teasingly against her soaked slit, the sound wet and obscene. Her entire body jolted in response.

Tianna bit her lip and gasped, certain he was about to enter her—but again, he held back.

Instead of thrusting, he resumed kissing her, drawing out the moment, letting the heat build between their bodies until it was almost unbearable.

"D…" she whispered again, her voice a desperate plea. "Please…"

But Ross didn't answer. Not with words.

He dipped his head to her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses there—then licking a slow path across her collarbone.

Tianna moaned, her hands sliding up his back, clutching at him, needing more.

His lips traveled downward, kissing the upper swell of her breasts, then one nipple, which he sucked into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud until Tianna arched off the bed with a cry.

She was throbbing between her thighs, her body begging for relief, for release.

Still, Ross didn't give it to her.

Instead, he took the hand that was still bound to his by the soft leather cuffs and guided it downward, past his chest, past her belly, until it landed on the hot, hard length of him.

Her fingers curled around him instinctively—and she gasped.

He was massive. So thick and long that her hand could barely wrap around him.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at what she was now stroking slowly, feeling the heat of him, the weight.

A monster cock—there was no other word for it.

Ross groaned softly at her touch, his hips shifting ever so slightly as she stroked him, up and down, her grip still uncertain but full of wonder.

"You smell so good," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, vibrating against her skin. "And you feel so good."

Tianna swallowed hard, her cheeks burning, her desire reaching a fever pitch.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched her own hand moving along his cock.

It felt like silk over steel, smooth but impossibly hard.

She looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted. "Is that really going to fit…?"

Ross gave her a small, wicked grin. "We'll make it fit, Tianna. I'll go slow. Trust me."

He leaned down again, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

As he kissed her, his hand slid between her legs, two fingers parting her folds, gliding along the slick, heated entrance of her virgin pussy.

Tianna gasped, her body jerking at the intimate touch.

Her legs spread wider without thought, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers circled her clit, gentle but purposeful.

She was soaked. More than soaked. Her arousal coated his fingers, and Ross groaned against her lips.

"You're so ready for me…"

His words made her tremble, a blush blooming across her chest and cheeks.

Her body ached, every nerve ending alive, waiting.

She nodded, whispering against his lips. "Please, D… I want you. I need you."

Ross pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes—his gaze soft, but intense.

"Then hold on to me," he said, voice thick with desire. "Because once I start… I'm going to go all the way."