Evil MC's NTR Harem

Laura's mind screamed for her to pull away, to stop this before it crossed a line she could never take back—but that voice was faint now, drowned beneath the pounding of her heartbeat and the heat that was overtaking her.

The fight was gone from her; it had been stripped away the moment his touch found that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Now, there was nothing left but surrender. All she could do was cling to Ross's shoulders, her body trembling under the skillful rhythm of his hand, and take what he was giving her—every caress, every deliberate tease, every intoxicating rush of sensation.

And deep down, though she tried not to admit it to herself, she was beginning to love the feelings of what Ross was doing to her.

"Hahhhh…" Laura exhaled shakily, her chest heaving as though she had just surfaced from underwater.

Ross finally stopped kissing her.

Her lips tingled, swollen from the intensity of Ross's kiss, and for a fleeting moment she felt relief when he finally pulled away.

She thought—hoped—that it was over.

But half a breath later, Ross's lips returned with renewed hunger, crashing into hers as though he couldn't get enough of her taste.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a helpless sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.

His hands moved swiftly, almost ruthlessly, as if every barrier on her body was an offense to be torn away.

Her blouse came undone in seconds, tossed aside, and her dress slid off soon after. Laura gasped as the cool air hit her exposed skin, leaving her clad only in a delicate white set of underwear.

She had chosen it absentmindedly that morning, never imagining it would be revealed like this.

The fabric did little to hide what was happening to her body.

Her nipples strained painfully hard against the bra cups, visible even through the lace, while her panties clung to her soaked folds, proof of how much her body was betraying her.

Her eyes widened as realization struck.

She looked at Ross—his face calm, his breaths slow and steady.

His eyes were closed. He was still asleep.

He… he's doing all of this in his sleep?

"Ross! Wake up! Stop!" Laura's voice cracked as she tried to push him off, but her hands trembled against his chest.

He didn't stir, didn't flinch, as though her pleas couldn't reach him.

His body moved with unnerving certainty, every action deliberate, like a man lost in a dream yet fully in control of her.

Then his hand brushed against her back, finding the clasp of her bra.

Before Laura could shield herself, the clasp snapped open with ease.

The straps slid off her shoulders, and the white bra fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air—and to Ross.

Laura gasped, both hands flying up too late.

Her full, heavy breasts bounced free, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention.

She froze, mortified at being seen like this, yet a pulse of heat shot through her lower belly, leaving her trembling.

No… no, this can't be happening… why does it feel so good?

Her body burned, caught between shame and an intoxicating pleasure she didn't want to admit.

Ross leaned in, still asleep, and the warmth of his breath ghosted over her newly bared skin, sending shivers racing down her spine.

"Nooooo…" Laura whimpered weakly, her voice trembling as Ross's hot breath fanned over her aching, sensitive nipples.

She braced herself, convinced he would take one into his mouth immediately like a hungry child—but instead, what came next shocked her even more.

Ross leaned back slightly, his handsome face still peaceful in slumber, and without hesitation brought both of his large hands to her breasts.

His palms engulfed her soft mounds, and he began to knead them firmly, molding and massaging as though they belonged to him alone.

Laura's eyes widened. She should be mortified. She should scream.

She should push him away. But why… why am I feeling this way?

The thought barely lingered before a rush of pleasure scattered it away.

Ross's thumbs brushed across her nipples, already so hard and sensitive, and she arched her back against him.

"Ahhhhhh…" The sound that left her lips made her freeze in disbelief.

It was sultry, breathless, and so shamelessly erotic that even she couldn't believe it came from her.

Her own voice betrayed her, echoing through the room like that of a woman in heat.

Ross's hands grew bolder.

He pinched and twisted her nipples, tugging them just enough to make her gasp and writhe beneath him.

Each pull sent a delicious ache shooting straight down to her pink cunt.

She bit her lip to muffle her cries, but it was hopeless—every touch, every caress drew another moan out of her, louder than the last.

"Ahhh… ohhh… Ross…"

He played with her breasts mercilessly, his large hands roaming, squeezing, lifting her soft flesh before letting it fall back into place with a jiggle.

Laura felt her body heating up, her thighs clamping together as wetness spread between her legs, soaking through her panties.

Minutes passed like this—Ross tormenting her with nothing but his hands—until Laura thought she would lose her sanity.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing ragged, as if she had run miles.

Finally, Ross shifted again.

His head dipped lower, his lips grazing across the swell of her breast before finally closing around one stiff, needy nipple.

"Ross!" Laura cried out, her hands shooting up instinctively to clutch his hair, holding him to her chest.

Her voice cracked, a mix of shock and desperate pleasure.

His tongue lashed over her sensitive bud, circling and flicking before sucking it deep into his mouth.

The sudden suction made Laura arch violently, pressing her breasts tighter against his lips.

"Ahhhh! N-no… not like that… ahhhhhh!" she moaned, but her hands betrayed her words, pulling him closer, urging him to take more.

Ross switched from one nipple to the other, wetting her with his saliva, leaving glistening trails that connected his mouth to her breasts.