Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross's hand found her waist under the blanket, fingers brushing the fabric of her shirt, and she let out a shaky breath into his mouth.

She should've stopped him. Should've told him this was going too far.

That she had someone waiting for her outside.

But the truth?

In this moment, under this blanket, the outside world didn't exist.

There were no boyfriends.

No past.

No consequences.

Just the dizzying warmth of Ross's lips and the tingling path of his hand along her waist.

Just the pounding of her heart and the sweet, unbearable pressure between them.

She felt his forehead rest lightly against hers as he finally pulled back, both of them breathless.

He didn't say anything. Neither did she.

Their eyes met in the dim, quiet space between the sheets.

And for a moment, neither of them needed words.

Everything was already understood.

Ross looked down and paused, momentarily awestruck by the sight before him.

Heaven lay beneath him, her breath shallow, her skin flushed with anticipation.

As he peeled away the last remnants of her clothing, the clasp of her bra gave way with a soft click.

The fabric slid down her arms and was discarded to the side, forgotten.

Her breasts were nothing short of divine—full, supple, and glowing with a delicate softness that made Ross's mouth dry.

Her skin was pale and smooth, the gentle curves of her chest rising and falling with each breath she took.

Her nipples, a delicate shade of pink, were already taut with arousal, standing proudly atop the swell of her breasts.

The way they pointed upward, slightly curved as if inviting him in, made Ross's heart pound harder.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, almost in awe.

He didn't wait another moment. Leaning in, he brushed his lips gently over the swell of her left breast, trailing kisses toward her nipple before finally taking it into his mouth.

The moment his warm tongue circled her hardened peak, Heaven gasped, her back arching off the bed.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moan rising from her throat, but the pleasure was too much.

"Ahhhh…" she whimpered sweetly, her fingers tangling into the sheets as a shiver ran through her body.

Ross's hands roamed her sides, savoring the feel of her curves, her warmth, the way she trembled under his touch.

He sucked gently, then harder, drawing her nipple deeper into his mouth while flicking it with his tongue in slow, teasing motions.

Heaven squirmed beneath him, her breath hitching with each movement.

He pulled back just enough to let the cool air brush across her wet skin before moving to the other breast.

His tongue swirled lazily at first, then grew more eager, tasting every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Heaven cried out again, this time louder, unable to contain the storm building inside her.

"D…" she breathed, her voice trembling with need, "I—I can't…"

But he silenced her with another kiss to her chest, lavishing attention on both breasts now—his hands and mouth moving with relentless focus.

Each suck, each lick, was met with a new gasp, a new moan, as if her body had become a finely tuned instrument he was learning to play by heart.

Her thighs squeezed together as waves of heat pooled in her cunt.

She clutched at his shoulders, needing something—anything—to ground her as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Heaven would've stayed in that moment forever—the warmth of Ross's body, the weight of his kisses, the unspoken tension that curled in the space between them.

But then everything escalated. Slowly. Deliberately.

The kind of shift that couldn't be undone once set into motion.

Ross leaned back just enough to look at her. His eyes were darker now, intense, filled with both desire and restraint—as if he were holding back a storm.

He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the soft curves of her waist before moving to her hips.

With quiet confidence, he guided her thighs open, positioning himself between them, and Heaven shivered as the cool air touched her bare skin.

She wore only her shorts now—thin, clinging to her, slightly damp from her own arousal.

Ross was down to his boxers, and even though their most intimate parts were still technically covered, it didn't feel that way.

His cock—thick, long, and rock-hard—pressed directly against her heated core.

The size and weight of it alone made her body instinctively respond, her hips lifting, searching for friction.

The heat between them was undeniable.

Even through the fabric, she could feel him clearly—every ridge, every throb—and it made her breath hitch in anticipation.

Her body pulsed with need, her thoughts a chaotic mix of desire, nerves, and craving for more.

Ross leaned down again and kissed her—deep, slow, and possessive.

His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring her with the same intensity he had shown her body.

It was a kiss that said he wanted all of her. Every inch. Every sound. Every reaction.

And then, with one hand, he reached for the waistband of her shorts.

She felt the tug.

Soft. Gentle. No rush. No force.

In one smooth motion, her shorts and panties were slid down her thighs, peeled away like silk until she lay bare beneath him.

Her cheeks flushed hot, and she instinctively moved to close her legs.

"D—!" she gasped, alarmed, flustered, vulnerable.

But it was already too late.

Ross's hands were on her thighs again—steady, warm, reassuring—and he softly but firmly guided them apart once more, spreading her open before him.

Her breath caught as he looked down at her—at her glistening, untouched heat, soft and pink and visibly aroused.

She wanted to cover herself, to hide, but something in the way he stared at her made her freeze. There was no mockery.

No arrogance. Only awe.

Then he moved.

Without a word, Ross lowered himself between her thighs, his lips ghosting over her inner thigh before he kissed the soft flesh just beside her entrance.

Heaven gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets. Her thighs tensed, trembling with anticipation.