Evil MC's NTR Harem

In time, Ross began to trail kisses lower, his mouth leaving a heated path down Joan's trembling body.

His lips lingered on her breasts one last time before moving slowly past her ribs, her soft stomach, her hips—each kiss more deliberate, more reverent, as if he was worshiping her inch by inch.

When he reached the soft skin of her inner thighs, Joan's breath caught.

Her legs instinctively parted wider, giving him full access to the most sacred part of her body.

There was no shyness in her—only anticipation and desire.

She lay there, beautiful and bared, her body trembling slightly under his touch, but her gaze steady and full of trust.

Ross looked down, and what he saw made his blood boil with hunger.

Her pussy was stunning.

Smooth, freshly shaven, and flushed a deep, inviting pink.

Her lips were thick and plush, tightly closed and glistening with her arousal.

A thin, shimmering line of her juices ran along her folds, proof of just how ready she was.

The scent that drifted up to him was sweet, intoxicating, and unmistakably hers.

She was untouched—virgin—and he was the only man who had ever laid eyes on her like this.

"God damn…" Ross whispered under his breath, awestruck. "You have no idea how beautiful you are right now."

Joan bit her lower lip but didn't look away.

If anything, she spread her legs wider, exposing herself even more shamelessly, silently begging him to taste her.

She wanted him to see every part of her, to devour her like no man ever had.

Her soft folds glistened, the tight slit pulsing slightly, as if aching for his touch.

Ross ran his hands slowly along her thighs, spreading her gently, his thumbs teasing the outer lips apart, revealing the slick, sensitive pink underneath.

He took in every detail—how the hood of her clit peeked out slightly, how swollen she was, how wet she already seemed just from his kisses and gaze alone.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he murmured, almost like a promise. "Every... single... second."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her soaked folds, and placed a soft, lingering kiss directly on her pussy lips.

Joan gasped, her hips twitching at the first contact. Ross didn't stop there.

He dragged his tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, tasting her fully, savoring her sweet, clean flavor.

"Mmm… you taste even better than I imagined," he growled, voice thick with desire.

Joan moaned aloud, her hands gripping the sheets.

Her entire body jolted when he parted her lips again with his thumbs and found her clit, swollen and waiting.

His tongue circled it with skill, then sucked it softly into his mouth, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through her body.

"Ahhh—Ross…" she whimpered, her back arching off the bed.

Encouraged by her reaction, Ross dove in deeper. He alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue, teasing her entrance, and exploring every inch of her with slow, methodical movements.

His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her open, keeping her there, helpless to his tongue.

Joan was panting now, her body quivering beneath his mouth, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

No one had ever touched her like this—let alone do her with such hunger and care.

Ross didn't just eat her out; he devoured her like she was his last meal.

He groaned into her folds, clearly enjoying her taste as much as she enjoyed his mouth.

And he wasn't stopping.

Not until she broke.

Not until she shattered under his tongue.

Ross didn't wipe her juices from his face—he wanted her to feel everything, taste everything.

With her essence still coating his lips, he leaned down and captured Joan's mouth in another kiss.

She responded immediately, hungry and unashamed, moaning softly as their tongues met again.

The taste of herself on his lips was dizzying. It was dirty—sinfully dirty—and yet it turned her on even more.

Her body reacted instinctively, heat pooling in her belly and wetness gushing from her core, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Ross devoured her slowly, like he had all night—his kiss deep and possessive, his body pressing into hers with increasing urgency.

He kissed her like he owned her, and Joan, gasping against his mouth, felt like she was already his.

When he finally pulled back, Joan's lips were red and swollen, her eyes dazed with need. Ross looked at her with a smoldering intensity and whispered, "It's time, slave."

He rose slightly and reached down, spreading her thighs wider.

His cock—thick, rigid, and throbbing—rested against her slick slit, and Joan felt her breath hitch at the contact.

Her heart thundered inside her chest, a mix of excitement, fear, and raw anticipation surging through her veins.

It was only then, with her legs wide open and his massive cock positioned between them, that she got her first full look at him.

Her eyes widened.

It wasn't just big—it was monstrous.

At least fifteen inches of thick, veined, pulsing hardness stood between them, the swollen head flushed a deep red, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

She could see every detail—the girth, the texture, the sheer weight of it.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the sight.

"Ross…" she whispered, voice barely audible. "It's so… big. I don't know if I can take it."

Ross leaned down again, brushing his lips gently against hers, calming her with his steady warmth.

"You can," he said softly, his voice both soothing and commanding.

"I'll go slow. I'll make sure it feels good. Just breathe, and let your body open for me."

He kissed her forehead, then trailed kisses down her cheek, her jaw, her neck, grounding her, making her feel safe even as the anticipation built higher and higher.

Then, with one hand gently gripping the base of his cock, Ross guided the fat head to her entrance.

He didn't push in—yet.

Instead, he rubbed it slowly up and down her soaked slit, letting her feel the heat and weight of him.