Evil MC's NTR Harem

Despite the covers enveloping them, the world outside seemed to fade away.

Underneath the weight of the blanket and Ross's presence, Lily felt an unexpected calmness—a sense of safety and comfort she hadn't anticipated.

Ross smiled down at her, the light in his eyes gentle yet filled with quiet promise.

He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Then, with deliberate tenderness, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers.

The kiss was slow and sweet, a delicate beginning that spoke of patience and care.

It sent a warm shiver down Lily's spine, stirring something deep within her—nervous excitement mingling with a blossoming trust.

"Are you ready?" Ross whispered against her lips, his voice low and reassuring.

Lily nodded, her heart pounding but steady.

In that moment, surrounded by darkness and warmth, the uncertainty melted away, replaced by something new and quietly beautiful.

"Hmmm…" Lily moaned softly into the kiss, her body already trembling with anticipation.

Every touch, every breath, felt perfect—like the world had shrunk to just the two of them in that moment.

Slowly, carefully, her clothes began to slip away one by one, each piece falling to the floor until she lay bare beneath Ross's attentive gaze.

Ross's hands moved over her skin like fire and silk, tracing the curves of her body with gentle reverence.

His lips found hers again, softer now, then trailed down to her neck, leaving a path of warm kisses that sent shivers through her.

His mouth moved lower, fingers parting her thighs as he explored the delicate swell of her breasts, sucking and teasing her nipples until she gasped with pleasure.

Then, without hesitation, Ross's lips and tongue traveled further south, finding the place where Lily's desire was most intense.

His touch was skilled and unhurried, a perfect balance of tenderness and wildness.

Lily's breaths came faster, heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

Minutes slipped by in a haze of exquisite sensation as Ross's tongue flicked and circled, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her.

Her body responded eagerly, muscles tightening and hips arching instinctively.

She reached down, fingers tangling in Ross's thick hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure mounted.

"D!!!" she cried out, voice trembling with the force of her release.

Her hips bucked uncontrollably, and her pussy clenched tightly around Ross's tongue, muscles spasming in an ecstatic rhythm.

Warmth spilled over the sheets as she squirted, the release so intense it left her breathless and trembling.

Ross held her close, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss as she came down from the peak.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the beating of hearts, and the quiet crackle of electricity in the air.

Lily lay back on the bed, skin flushed and glowing, a smile spreading across her lips despite the exhaustion.

A few minutes later, Ross leaned down and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to Lily's lips.

The kiss was slow and tender, full of promise and warmth.

"Hmmm…" Lily murmured softly, tasting herself on Ross's mouth for the very first time.

It wasn't something she found dirty or strange—in fact, it made her feel more alive, more sensual, more connected to him than ever before.

The faint sweetness of herself mingled with his natural taste, and it stirred a new kind of excitement deep within her.

She surrendered completely, giving everything she had to Ross in that moment, trusting him fully.

Their lips moved together in a slow dance, exploring, teasing, and expressing unspoken emotions.

Time seemed to stretch and bend, the outside world falling away until there was only the two of them, wrapped in their shared warmth and desire.

Then, as their kisses deepened, Lily became aware of a new sensation—a firm, insistent pressure pressing against her most intimate place.

Something big and hard was gently trying to enter her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Ross's naked form hovering over her, his eyes full of tenderness and desire.

She hadn't even noticed him removing his clothes; she had been so lost in the feeling of his lips on hers and the quiet rhythm of their breathing.

For a moment, a flutter of nervousness passed through her, but it was quickly replaced by determination and want.

She wanted him—wanted this connection, this closeness.

With a soft breath, she opened herself to him completely, spreading her legs wider in silent invitation.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt his warmth press against her, ready to take the next step in their journey together.

In that intimate space, trust and passion intertwined.

There was no fear, only the pure, honest desire to share this moment with Ross.

"Ahhhh…" Lily broke the kiss, gasping as she struggled to draw deep, steady breaths. Ross's body pressed closer, and slowly, carefully, he began to push inside her.

"Ohhhh…" she cried out softly, the sharp sting of pain spreading through her as the head of his cock pressed against the tight, untouched warmth of her virgin pussy.

Her lips parted into a small, surprised 'O', her breath quickening and becoming more uneven as Ross gently fed more of himself inside.

Every inch was new, every stretch intense and overwhelming.

Her muscles tightened involuntarily around him, a mix of pain and resistance battling with the growing heat of desire.

The sensation was unreal—like fire and ice all at once—but she knew this was how it was supposed to be the first time.

The ache was a sign of change, a mark of something deeply personal and transformative.

She clenched her jaw, willing herself to endure the discomfort.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she tried to relax, letting her body adjust to the new fullness.

With a slow, steady motion, Ross continued to push deeper, each movement measured and gentle.

Then, with a final thrust…

bang!

He slid all the way in, reaching the very end of her.

The bed shifted beneath them with the force, creaking softly under their weight.

Lily's cry echoed between pain and emotion, raw and unfiltered.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but beneath the sting was a strange mix of pride and surrender.