Evil MC's NTR Harem

Laura took several shaky breaths, trying desperately to steady herself.

Her chest heaved, her pulse thundered, and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.

She dared a glance at Ross, searching for any sign that he might stir, that he might open his eyes and realize what he was doing.

But no—his expression was maddeningly calm, lips slightly parted, his steady breaths rising and falling in an unbroken rhythm.

He looked so peaceful… so completely asleep.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she became painfully aware of her own state.

Her pussy was dripping—shamelessly dripping—her wetness smeared all over the thick cock head that had just been inside her for one terrifying, blissful moment.

The slick heat refused to fade, and the sticky sound of her shifting against him only made her cheeks burn hotter.

Why am I like this…? she thought in horror, her body betraying her at every turn.

Summoning what courage she could, she lifted her hips slowly, trembling as she tried to escape.

Centimetres by agonizing centimetres, her walls stretched around his crown until finally—with a wet, obscene pop—the swollen head slid free of her pussy.

"Ahhh…" Laura gasped, her entire body quivering from the release of pressure.

Her legs felt weak, her thighs shaking as she shifted upward, positioning herself higher until her damp sex pressed against Ross's hard belly instead.

For a moment, she just froze there, trying to collect herself.

Her breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath, beads of sweat trickling down between them.

Relief—sweet, fragile relief—washed through her.

She had managed to pull away.

She had managed to keep her virginity, though by the smallest of margins.

Her eyes stung with tears as she pressed a hand against her chest.

"I… I did it…" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Gathering her strength, she reached out and shook his shoulder lightly.

"Ross… wake up," she pleaded, her voice soft, almost breaking. "Please… just wake up…"

But Ross didn't stir.

His breathing remained calm and steady, almost mocking her desperation.

His head tilted slightly, a faint snore escaping his throat, as if he were lost in some deep dream where none of this was happening.

Laura's trembling hand fell back to her lap.

She sat there in silence, her entire body tense, listening to the pounding of her heart.

Slowly, the cruel weight of reality sank in.

She was naked. Completely naked.

Her shredded underwear lay discarded on the floor, her bra already gone, her breasts still flushed and sensitive from his rough fondling.

And Ross… Ross was just as naked, his boxers tossed aside, his massive cock standing tall between them, glistening with the traces of her arousal.

Her cheeks flamed crimson.

If anyone opened the door right now, if anyone even peeked into the room, they would see her straddling a man's bare body, their fluids mixing, her flushed skin glistening as if she had just given herself to him.

"No… no, this can't be happening…" she whispered, hugging her arms around her chest as if to cover herself, though it did little to hide the truth of her situation.

Her mind spun with panic and shame, but beneath it all, something darker twisted in her belly.

That warmth wouldn't go away.

That unbearable ache kept pulsing between her thighs, reminding her of the intrusion she had just felt, the thickness of him stretching her, the danger of what almost happened.

She clenched her eyes shut, tears forming at the corners.

If he… if he does it again… I won't be able to stop him. I won't even be able to resist.

The thought terrified her.

Yet, what terrified her more was the small, shameful part of her heart that wasn't entirely horrified.

Almost ten minutes crawled by, though for Laura it felt like hours.

Every second was a battle, every breath a war between her reason and the desperate cries of her body.

"Hahhhh…" Her chest rose and fell in frantic rhythm, each breath hotter than the last.

Her lips parted, panting as though she had just run miles, though all she was doing was lying atop Ross.

Heat radiated from her skin, from her flushed face all the way down to her trembling thighs.

It was unbearable—an ache that pulsed and throbbed from deep within her.

Her nose caught it again—the scent of Ross's body.

That intoxicating masculine smell filled her lungs, heavy and raw, making her toes curl.

It wasn't perfume or cologne; it was simply him.

His warmth, his sweat, his sheer presence.

It crawled into her senses and poisoned her thoughts, making them darker, filthier, harder to control.

Her thighs rubbed together helplessly.

She bit down on her lower lip, but the pressure only reminded her of how sensitive she was, how badly she needed something more than the rough grind of her own skin.

Her body betrayed her completely—nipples stiff, goosebumps spreading across her arms, and her pussy dripping so much that her juices smeared hot and sticky against her inner thighs.

"No… no, this isn't me… I can't…" Laura whispered, shaking her head furiously.

But her voice was weak, breathless, nothing more than the whimper of a woman drowning in lust.

Then her eyes dropped.

And she froze.

Ross was still hard. Rock solid. Towering.

His cock jutted up like an unmovable pillar, throbbing faintly with veins that pulsed under the dim light.

The tip glistened, wet with the slick of her earlier arousal.

Ten minutes had passed, yet it showed no sign of softening, no hint of retreat.

It was as though his body refused to obey the laws of nature, a relentless reminder of the danger—and the temptation—she was in.

Laura's breath hitched.

Her lips quivered as she mouthed the words before she even realized it.

"Should I…?"

The sound of her own voice made her freeze in horror.

Her face flushed a furious red, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

No! What am I even saying?!