Evil MC's NTR Harem

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Ross sat back in the wide, sunken tub, the warm water swirling around his waist.

His eyes didn’t leave Tianna’s for a moment as she slowly stepped into the tub and lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him.

Her body trembled slightly, but not from fear—from anticipation.

His cock, thick and pulsing, was trapped between them, pressed against her flat belly.

She felt its warmth, the raw strength of it, and yet all she could focus on was the way Ross’s hands moved—confident, slow, and deliberate.

He leaned forward, his mouth closing around one of her nipples, sucking gently at first before teasing it with his tongue.

His other hand found her other breast, squeezing it with a rough tenderness that sent sparks shooting through her spine.

“A-ahhh…” Tianna moaned, her voice soft and sweet, filled with pleasure and disbelief.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders for balance, nails lightly digging into his skin.

Ross didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

The low rumble in his throat and the hunger in his eyes said everything.

Tianna, emboldened by the way he touched her, began to move.

She rocked her hips slowly, grinding her wet folds along the length of his shaft, feeling every inch slide between her slick lips.

The friction was delicious—teasing, maddening.

His size rubbed perfectly against her swollen clit with every movement.

“Ohhh… D…” she whispered breathlessly, her lips barely forming the words.

She couldn’t even tell if she was calling him by his name or just groaning from the overwhelming sensation.

She leaned her body forward into him, letting their skin press fully together.

Her breasts squished against his chest as the rhythm between them grew more intense.

Ross growled softly against her neck and began to match her movements, guiding her hips in slow, grinding circles.

Water spilled over the edge of the tub, but neither noticed.

The rest of the world had melted away.

All that remained was heat, skin, and the slow burn of two bodies learning each other’s rhythm for the very first time.

And in that steamy silence, filled only with wet gasps and soft moans, Tianna crossed a line she thought she’d never cross.

She didn’t regret it—not in that moment.

A few minutes of that intensely intimate rhythm was all it took for Tianna to reach her limit.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as the pressure inside her built to a breaking point.

Every glide of Ross’s hardness along her slick folds, every squeeze of his large, warm hands on her body, every flick of his tongue against her nipples—each sensation stacked upon the last until it became unbearable in the most delicious way.

“D… I—I’m coming!” Tianna cried out in surprise. Her voice echoed softly in the steamy washroom, blending with the constant patter of falling water.

Her body jerked and arched involuntarily, and a wave of ecstasy tore through her like a summer storm.

She gripped Ross tightly as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her vision blurred, her breath caught, and her legs nearly gave out as her body was wracked with trembling pleasure.

It felt like electricity had replaced her blood—her skin was on fire, her thighs quivering, her toes curling under the water.

For the first time in her life, she understood what true release felt like.

A full minute passed before she could even catch her breath.

Her forehead rested against Ross’s shoulder, her arms draped around him as though he were her lifeline.

Her body was still trembling—no longer from the orgasm itself, but from the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and satisfaction that followed.

“You look so beautiful when you come, Tianna,” Ross murmured, his voice low and sincere.

He tilted her chin up gently and kissed her—softly, tenderly—as if sealing that moment between them with something deeper than lust.

Then, without breaking the intimacy, he reached under her knees and stood up, lifting her slightly as he stepped out of the tub.

The water clung to their skin, glistening under the dim bathroom lights.

He held her like she was weightless, strong arms supporting her completely.

Tianna’s heart pounded in her chest.

This is it, she told herself, her eyes wide with anticipation.

This is the moment I finally become a woman…

She felt it in the way he touched her. In the care behind his gaze.

In the way her body responded to him, aching with a hunger that still hadn’t been satisfied.

She imagined him pressing her up against the wall, lifting one of her legs, and taking her from behind—hard and deep and without restraint.

Her breath quickened at the thought. Her pulse fluttered.

Her body was so ready, and her heart… maybe it was ready too.

She wanted it. She wanted him.

And after what just happened, she was sure he wanted her too.

But then something unexpected happened.

Ross stepped under the shower again, letting the water rinse off the last remnants of their shared heat.

Without a word, he gently set her down beside him and reached for the towel hanging on the hook.

He wrapped it around his waist casually, then grabbed a second towel and tossed it over his shoulder.

His tone was light when he finally spoke again.

“You should rinse too. Don’t want people asking questions about why we were in here too long.”

Tianna froze. Her heartbeat, which had been racing a moment ago, faltered.

She watched in stunned silence as Ross dried his hair, completely composed, like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Her arms remained limp at her sides, her body still flushed and aching with need, water streaming down her bare skin.

He turned to glance at her before leaving, flashing her a warm but unreadable smile.

“I’ll wait for you to finish,” he added, then disappeared behind the misted shower curtain, leaving her alone in the quiet tub.

Their hands were still connected but the air suddenly felt colder.

Tianna stood there, unmoving, staring at the spot he’d just occupied.

The sound of the water no longer felt calming—it was almost deafening now.