Evil MC's NTR Harem

The contact made Joan tremble.

Her folds were so wet, so sensitive, that even the teasing strokes made her moan.

Her hips twitched, her thighs flexed, and her hands reached down to grip his biceps as if to anchor herself.

He circled her entrance, rubbing the crown in lazy, deliberate loops that spread her wetness around, coating his tip and making it slick.

He tapped her clit lightly with it, then dragged it down again, slowly parting her lips with the sheer thickness of his shaft.

Joan gasped when the swollen head pressed against her entrance.

She felt it—just the tip—nudging, pushing ever so slightly, but not entering yet.

Her whole body went tense with expectation.

Ross looked into her eyes.

"This is going to be deep. Stretching. But it'll feel amazing. Trust me, Joan."

Joan nodded, eyes wide but determined.

Her breath was shallow, her skin flushed, and her body trembling beneath him.

She was terrified… and yet she had never wanted anything more in her life.

"I trust you," she whispered.

Ross kissed her again—slow, deep, reassuring—and then, with a slow, steady push, began to press the tip inside.

Joan gasped sharply, her hands tightening on his arms.

The pressure was intense, her pussy stretching around the thick head.

It didn't hurt—yet—but it was a lot. More than she'd ever imagined.

"Relax, Joan," Ross whispered against her ear. "Breathe for me… that's it. Let me in."

He held himself steady, giving her time to adjust.

Her walls were so tight around the tip of his cock it was almost painful—but deliciously so.

He stayed right there, barely inside, letting her body accept him inch by inch.

Joan's breath came in trembling gasps, her legs shaking slightly.

But her eyes met his—and they were filled with trust, with need, with the raw emotion of the moment.

And still, she whispered, "More… please… give me more."

Ross's control was on a razor's edge. Her tightness was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

But he nodded, kissed her again, and began to ease in deeper—slow, steady, claiming her one inch at a time.

"Ohhhhhh…" Joan cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and pain as the swollen head of Ross's cock finally pushed past the tight ring of her entrance.

Her eyes flew wide open, brimming with tears as her body stretched around the sheer size of him.

The pressure was immense—burning, aching, as if her core was being split apart.

The thickness of just the head felt overwhelming, pushing her body beyond what it had ever experienced.

Her legs trembled on either side of him, and her hands clenched at the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

It was more than she expected—so much more—and her mind reeled with the intensity of it.

Ross groaned low in his throat, overwhelmed by the way her tight, virgin pussy gripped him.

Her walls clamped down around his cock like a velvet vice, hot and unbelievably snug.

Her pain only seemed to heighten his desire—she was untouched, unclaimed, and now she was his.

And he wanted all of her.

Without warning, with a sudden thrust powered by lust and hunger, Ross buried himself completely inside her.

Bang!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Joan screamed, her voice sharp with pain as his entire length—every last inch of his fifteen-inch cock—slammed deep into her in a single, brutal thrust.

Her back arched off the bed, and her nails raked down his back as she struggled to cope with the sheer invasion.

Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, gripping and squeezing, trembling from the sudden fullness.

It felt like too much—like her body couldn't possibly take all of him—but there he was, fully sheathed inside her, every inch of his monster cock buried in her trembling, virgin core.

Joan bit her lower lip hard, trying to stifle the sob building in her throat.

Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes as she trembled beneath him, her body trying desperately to adjust to the size and stretch.

She had never imagined it would hurt this much. She had never imagined being filled so completely.

Ross leaned down at once, his expression softening as he saw her tears.

He kissed them away gently, whispering softly against her cheeks, "Shhh… it's okay. I've got you. Just breathe. I'm not going to move until you're ready."

He stayed perfectly still inside her, his breathing ragged, every muscle in his body trembling from the effort of holding back.

Her tightness was exquisite—so hot, so wet, and impossibly snug—but he didn't thrust.

Not yet. This moment was hers.

His lips trailed over her cheeks, down to her neck, then to her chest.

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking gently on the swollen nipple, trying to distract her from the pain, trying to help her relax.

His hand caressed her side, slow and soothing.

Joan gasped again, but this time it wasn't all pain.

The heat from his mouth on her breast sent a small wave of pleasure rippling through her—just enough to ease some of the ache, just enough to shift the sensation from unbearable to overwhelming.

"I-It's so much…" she whispered, voice barely audible. "You're… so deep…"

Ross lifted his head, brushing his lips across hers. "You're doing so good, baby. You're taking me like a goddess."

She blushed through her tears, breathing hard, her walls still quivering around him—but the worst of the pain had passed.

Her body was adjusting, stretching, slowly learning how to accept his size.

And deep inside, something began to stir—a flicker of need beneath the pain.

Something raw. Something hungry.

Joan's breathing came in shallow gasps, her body trembling beneath Ross as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness inside her.

Her thighs twitched, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and her chest heaved with every breath.

The pain still lingered—raw, aching, deep—but it had begun to soften, dulled slightly by the way Ross kissed her, touched her, whispered to her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever held.