Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 866: Chapter 866 Book

Lois’ pussy juices were practically running down his body, and the thought of him feeling every drop made her cheeks burn a deep crimson.

She tried to squirm, to pull away even slightly, but her body betrayed her, arching toward him involuntarily, craving the heat and the touch that made her feel both humiliated and achingly alive.

Her mind raced, a storm of conflicting emotions—fear, shame, desire, and something else she didn’t dare name.

Each gentle squeeze, each slow caress, made her gasp and moan despite herself.

She was acutely aware of every movement, every friction, every heartbeat, and yet she felt powerless to stop it.

Ross had become the axis around which her world spun, and she realized, with a mixture of dread and fascination, that surrendering to him was no longer a choice but an inevitability.

Their kiss finally broke, leaving Lois breathless and dazed, her lips swollen and slick from Ross’s relentless hunger.

She barely had time to catch her breath before his eyes shifted downward, locking on her chest.

Those perfect, heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly, straining against the tension in her body.

Her nipples stood hard and proud, pink peaks that betrayed just how much his touch was affecting her.

The sight alone seemed to ignite something feral in Ross.

His jaw clenched, a low, primal sound escaping his throat—a growl of pure desire.

Before Lois could even form a thought, his head dipped low, and then his mouth closed over her nipple.

Heat seared through her as his lips sealed around the stiff peak, sucking it in with raw greed.

”Ahhhhhh—!” The cry ripped from her throat before she could stop it.

Her back arched involuntarily, shoving more of her breast into his mouth, as if her body had taken full control.

His tongue flicked mercilessly against her sensitive nub, tracing circles before dragging slowly across the tip.

Every motion sent shocks of pleasure zipping straight to her core.

She could feel herself trembling, could feel that maddening ache between her thighs growing stronger with every suck, every lick.

Then came the contrast—his hand.

Large and rough, it claimed her other breast without hesitation, kneading the soft flesh possessively before zeroing in on the nipple.

His fingers rolled it, pinched it, tugged just hard enough to make her jolt in a sharp gasp of mixed pain and pleasure.

”Ohhhhhh... Ross!” Lois moaned, her voice trembling, her body betraying her completely.

And Ross... Ross didn’t stop. If anything, her cries only drove him deeper into his lust.

His teeth grazed her captured nipple, biting just enough to leave his mark—a warning, a brand that said she belonged to him.

The sting made Lois whimper, but that slight edge of pain only melted into more heat, pooling lower, making her wetter than she thought possible.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to think—but it was useless.

Every nerve in her body was on fire, consumed by what Ross was doing.

His tongue lashed at her sensitive flesh, his mouth devouring her as though he were starving for her taste.

Then, without warning, he switched. His lips abandoned the first nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, reddened from his bites and kisses.

His mouth descended on the other, sucking it in with equal ferocity, his tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that made her toes curl.

”Ahhhhhh—! Please...” Lois’s voice broke, though whether she was begging him to stop or begging for more, even she didn’t know.

His free hand returned to the breast he’d just left behind, squeezing it hard, rolling the nipple roughly between his fingers, making her cry out again.

He was everywhere—his mouth, his hands, his heat—and Lois felt like she was unraveling, piece by piece, under his control.

She threw her head back, her lips parting in breathless moans as Ross feasted on her like a man possessed.

Her nipples throbbed, aching from his relentless attention, every bite and flick of his tongue sending ripples of desire straight to her dripping core.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache, but it was no use.

Ross had ignited something inside her that couldn’t be stopped now.

When he finally pulled back, both peaks were swollen, glistening, and marked with his bites—visual proof that he had claimed her.

He looked up at her with eyes dark as sin, his lips curling into a slow, wolfish smile as his tongue swept across his mouth, tasting the remnants of her skin.

And then... his gaze dropped lower.

”You’re so wet, Lois,” Ross murmured, his voice low, rough, and dripping with desire. ”It’s practically flooding down there... You want this cock so badly, don’t you? Fine. I’ll give it to you.”

Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly, holding her soft, trembling body in his hands.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as he positioned her dripping pussy directly above his rigid cock.

The tip pressed insistently against her sensitive entrance.

Gravity began to do its work, but it wasn’t easy—her body resisted instinctively, clinging to the last shred of control, the last bit of her virginity.

”Nooo...” Lois whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull back, toes curling instinctively. Her mind raced—she wasn’t ready, not yet—but Ross’ presence, his dark, commanding eyes, made hesitation impossible.

Ross didn’t force her.

He only smiled, calm and confident, letting subtle pressure and manipulation guide her.

His eyes burned into hers, leaving her with no room for escape.

”Yes,” he said, almost casually, though every syllable carried weight, dominance, and an unspoken threat.

He let her feel like this was her choice, even as his control over her body became absolute.

”Come now, Lois,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. ”I’m waiting. Fuck yourself on my cock, or our deal... is done.”

The words hit her like a lightning bolt.

Her lips pressed together, biting down hard to hold back a moan.

Tears of anxiety and desire welled in her eyes.