Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross held Tianna steady beneath him, his strong hands braced at her hips, thumbs gently stroking her trembling skin.

Her legs were spread wide now, resting over his arms, her body completely exposed to him.

He could feel every twitch and quiver in her thighs as the thick head of his cock continued to press insistently against her tight, virgin entrance.

She was soaked.

Her arousal had coated his tip in a slick sheen, her body desperately trying to prepare itself for the impossible stretch that was about to come.

But no amount of wetness could disguise the fact that she was still incredibly tight—her cunt resisting, trembling, squeezing closed every time he pushed forward.

Ross didn't force it.

Instead, he inched forward, backing off slightly, then pushing again—slow, shallow rolls of his hips that gradually coaxed her body to yield.

Each subtle motion stretched her a little more, making her gasp, cry out, and whimper into the heated air between them.

"Ahh—D… it's too big…" Tianna moaned, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the sheets above her head.

Her knuckles were white. Her lips trembled.

Her thighs instinctively tried to close around him, but he gently pressed them wider again.

"You can take it," Ross murmured, his voice calm, patient, full of heat and praise.

"You're doing amazing. Let your body open for me. Just breathe, baby."

His words soothed her even as the pressure mounted.

Tianna tried to breathe through it, tried to focus on his voice instead of the sting and fullness blooming inside her.

She had imagined this moment a thousand times—but nothing had prepared her for the reality of Ross.

She could feel her body stretching around the swollen head of his cock, her walls pulsing and fluttering in resistance.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and a single tear slipped free—not from pain, but from the overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion crashing down on her all at once.

And then it happened.

With a soft groan, Ross gave one controlled push, and the thick head finally popped past her entrance, seating itself inside her tight, untried pussy.

Tianna's eyes flew open.

"Ahhh—!" she cried out, her voice caught between a sob and a moan.

The burn was sharp, but behind it was something else.

Something that made her body shudder and her toes curl.

She had never felt anything so full, so intense, so right.

Her entire world narrowed to the feeling of Ross's cock stretching her, the pulse of his heartbeat through the thick, heavy length now breaching her.

Ross paused, buried just barely inside her, letting her adjust.

He watched her face—eyes wide, lips parted, her entire body frozen as she tried to process what she was feeling.

She was overwhelmed, completely, but not backing away.

He could see the strength in her, the fire in her eyes, even as her body trembled beneath him.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.

Tianna nodded, breathless. "Y-yeah… Just… more. Please… keep going."

That was all he needed.

He resumed his slow, steady push, feeding more of his cock into her impossibly tight pussy.

Every inch was a battle—her walls clinging to him, resisting, yet welcoming him all the same.

She gasped with every new depth, her hips twitching involuntarily, her body caught between pain and an unfamiliar, growing pleasure.

Ross couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. She was tight.

So warm and snug that it felt like she was molded just for him.

Her slickness clung to him, her inner muscles fluttering wildly as her body fought to adapt.

He leaned in, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her lips—offering her comfort, distraction, praise.

"So tight, Tianna… so fucking good," he whispered against her skin.

"You're taking me so well. Just a little more…"

Tianna's nails dug into his back as he pushed deeper, her moans turning into shaky cries.

She didn't know how she could fit all of him—but she wanted to. She needed to.

The pain was fading now, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that made her mind go hazy.

And finally, with one last slow thrust, Ross bottomed out.

Their hips met.

He was all the way in.

Tianna let out a long, broken moan, her back arching beneath him.

She had never felt so full in her life. So stretched. So connected.

Ross didn't move right away.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, letting them both catch their breath.

His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling, sweat beading between their bodies.

"You've got all of me now," he whispered. "Every inch."

Tianna opened her eyes, and there was a dazed, overwhelmed look in them—but also awe. Wonder. Need.

"I want it," Tianna whispered again, her voice trembling but certain. "I want all of it… You can move now, D. Please… fuck me."

Her words, though quiet, hit Ross like thunder.

Her body was still trembling beneath him, her breathing ragged, her eyes glossy with lingering tears—but none of that took away from the raw desire in her voice.

She wasn't just saying it to please him. She meant it.

She was asking—begging—to be claimed, to be his.

Ross gazed down at her for a moment, searching her expression for even the faintest flicker of hesitation.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

There was still pain etched in her pretty features—her brows knit, her lips trembling—but she nodded again, more firmly this time.

Her fingers curled against his shoulders, and her thighs tightened around his waist as if urging him forward.

"I'm sure," she whispered. "I want this. I want you."

Ross leaned in and brushed away the tears that lingered on her cheeks.

He kissed her softly at first—her forehead, her temple, then her lips.

A silent promise that he would take care of her. That this wouldn't just be sex.

It was something more.

Then, he started to move. Not fast and wildly but…

Gently.

Carefully.