Evil MC's NTR Harem

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Chapter 993: Chapter 993 Topic

Ross had a way of making her forget everything else—her thoughts, her fears, even the prudence she usually clung to.

Her hands instinctively moved to his shoulders, tracing the lines of his body as she responded to his kiss with equal intensity.

She could feel the warmth of him, the way he seemed to pull her in completely, and a shiver ran down her spine.

The kiss was urgent, passionate, yet tender, a confusing mix that made her heart race.

Then, just as she was losing herself entirely, Ross’s hands moved in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

She gasped softly, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

“Wait… Ross…” Her voice was almost a whisper, shaky but filled with longing.

He paused, searching her eyes for a reaction, and in that brief second, she saw the same fire that had drawn her to him before.

His hands lingered, firm but careful, guiding her closer as if he could read her unspoken permission in her gaze.

Ross moved with a confidence that made Jennifer’s pulse race.

With one swift motion, he yanked her jeans and her lacy underwear down, tossing them aside as if they were nothing.

Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat.

She had expected him to take her right there, forcefully, without ceremony—but he had something far more intense in mind.

Instead, Ross crouched before her, his dark eyes fixed on her, brimming with desire.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted one of her legs and rested it across his broad shoulder, giving him perfect access to her most sensitive places.

The contact alone made shivers race through her body, anticipation coiling in her stomach like a living thing.

Then, without warning, his tongue slid across her folds, tasting her, exploring her with a hunger that left her knees trembling.

Jennifer gasped, her fingers digging into the grass beneath her.

Ross’s mouth moved with precision, every flick, every lick teasing her, coaxing tiny shivers from her core.

Her body responded instinctively, hips pressing downward into his mouth, desperate for more.

When he latched onto her hard, pink clit, sucking and swirling it with expert skill, her breath caught in her throat.

Pleasure like this was alien to her—so exquisite, so consuming that she felt herself teetering on the edge almost instantly.

“Oh god… Ross! What are you doing to me! That feels so good!” she screamed, her voice echoing across the park.

She didn’t care who could hear her anymore; all that mattered was the fire building between her legs.

Ross’s hands moved to grip her thighs, holding her steady as his tongue worked her relentlessly.

Every motion, every flick, every suck sent her closer to the brink.

Her back arched, hips rocking unconsciously as waves of sensation rolled through her.

She could feel the wetness coating his lips, the heat of his mouth consuming her entirely, and it made her body shiver violently.

Jennifer’s mind blurred, her thoughts reduced to gasps, moans, and the raw, intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins.

Ross didn’t relent. He alternated between long, slow licks that teased and short, sharp flicks that made her gasp and shiver uncontrollably.

Every time he adjusted, every time he found just the right spot, Jennifer felt herself melting, her body betraying her with every movement, every moan.

She clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into him as if holding him could anchor her to reality while her mind floated in waves of ecstasy.

Her legs trembled, hips jerking with every flick of his tongue. She felt her climax building faster than anything she had ever experienced.

The world shrank down to just the two of them—the heat of his mouth, the grip of his hands, the relentless pleasure that made her moans spill out uncontrollably.

Jennifer’s entire body was alight, trembling and quivering as Ross drove her closer and closer to the edge, and she had no thought of stopping him—or herself.

“Ross…” Jennifer gasped, her frustration and need colliding in a dizzying whirl.

Every time she teetered on the edge of release, he would pull back, denying her in the most exquisite way.

Her body trembled, hips arching instinctively, trying to chase the pleasure that he so skillfully withheld.

Ross’s tongue glided over her slowly, deliberately, tasting her fully, exploring her folds with a patience that made her ache with need.

He brought her almost to the brink, her body shivering and trembling, only to stop at the last possible moment, leaving her whimpering and gasping for more.

Again and again, he teased her, each wave of denied release making her more desperate, more insistent.

Her moans grew louder, rawer, and more urgent with each passing second, a pleading song of lust and frustration.

Her hips moved of their own accord, rocking against him, chasing the pleasure she was denied.

Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips against her clit, sent electric jolts through her body.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging into him, holding herself up while her muscles trembled uncontrollably, desperate for release.

Ross’s teasing was merciless.

He alternated between slow, circling licks that made her shiver and sharp, pointed flicks that left her gasping, squirming, utterly helpless.

Ten long minutes passed, each second a delicious torture, her body on fire with need, every nerve ending screaming for him.

Jennifer’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm with her pounding heart.

Her moans became a desperate chorus, echoing into the park, raw and uncontrolled, as she teetered between unbearable pleasure and agonizing denial.

Finally, Ross stopped.

He pulled back, leaving her quivering and gasping, her hips still moving instinctively, searching for the release that had been denied so expertly.

He stood, towering over her, eyes dark and commanding, and for a moment, Jennifer felt completely exposed—both physically and emotionally.

Her body ached for him, for the feel of him filling her, and her mind swirled with need.

“What do you want, Jennifer?” he asked, his voice low, deliberate, and teasing, giving her no chance to stall.