Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1063
Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063 Doctor
And in that quiet, heavy moment, Miku realized something: she was already lost.
Even before a word was spoken, even before any vow was broken, she was utterly, undeniably drawn to him.
Ross, of course, doubled down on his attack, his hands moving with a purposeful, dominant energy that left no room for hesitation or resistance.
He took hold of Miku’s jeans, his fingers deftly working the button and zipper, the denim sliding down her legs with a rush, leaving her in only her underwear.
The cool air of the room hit her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from Ross’s body, a heat that seemed to seep into her very pores, making her even more wet with desire.
He then turned his attention to his own clothes, discarding them with the same swift, efficient movements, his body bared to her, a sign to his strength and virility, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, a promise of the pleasure and pain to come, a promise that sent a shiver of anticipation and dread coursing down her spine.
With a firm grip, Ross spread Miku’s legs, his touch commanding, his intentions clear, a silent demand for her submission, her surrender, her complete and utter devotion to his pleasure.
He then pushed his boxers-covered cock into Miku, the barrier of fabric doing little to diminish the intensity of the sensation.
The thickness of him pressing against her, promising the pleasure and pain that awaited her, a pleasure and pain that she could already feel building, a pressure that left her breathless and trembling.
Her body responding instinctively to the intrusion, her nerves alight with sensation, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a mix of dread and excitement, of anticipation and trepidation, all swirling together in a dizzying, intoxicating mixture.
“Ahhhhhh…” Miku gasped in arousal, her body responding instinctively to the intrusion, her nerves alight with sensation.
She could feel the weight of Ross’s gaze on her, his eyes roaming over her form, taking in every detail of her struggle and surrender, her body and mind bared to him, laid bare for his inspection and pleasure.
She was his to command, his to control, his to claim, and in that moment, she surrendered completely, her body and her will bending to his desires.
Ross saw her pink nipples, hard and aching, begging for his touch, his mouth, his attention, a silent plea that he was more than happy to answer.
He leaned down, his tongue flicking out, teasing the sensitive peak with a skill that left her breathless, his teeth grazing the flesh with a teasing, tantalizing pressure that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.
At the same time, his other hand twisted the other nipple, his touch firm and unyielding, a blend of pain and pleasure that left her moaning, her body arching into his touch.
Her body was responding instinctively to the dual assault on her senses, her nipples hardening even more into extreme arousal, her body a playground for his pleasure, her existence defined by his desires, her being bent to his will, her mind a blur of ecstasy and agony.
“Ohhhhhh…” Miku moaned, her body shivering under Ross’s expert hands.
Every touch, every movement, seemed designed to drive her to the edge.
Any woman would react this way—Ross’s mastery of lovemaking was undeniable.
“Your nipples look incredible, Miku. Clearly, your husband doesn’t give them the attention they deserve,” Ross whispered, his hot breath grazing her ear.
The teasing words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her. He didn’t pause.
With a smirk, he returned his attention to her generous breasts, kneading and pinching with a skill that left Miku gasping uncontrollably.
All she could do was clutch his hair, arching her back, pressing closer as each moan escaped her lips, louder and more desperate than the last.
Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering fully to the sensations, letting him guide her into a whirlwind of pleasure.
Every nerve in her body seemed to ignite under his touch, and she could feel the tension building with every grind, every kiss, every lingering caress.
Ross drank in her body, savoring the softness of her skin, the smoothness of her curves, and the perfection that left him captivated.
No scars, no imperfections—just pure, exquisite flesh that reacted to his touch as if made to please him.
He kissed her lips, slowly, deliberately, then trailed a path of fire up her neck, nipping gently at her sensitive skin, teasing her earlobes, all while his hips never stopped their relentless rhythm.
The thin barrier of their underwear was barely enough to contain the raw friction between them, yet it was enough to make her body ache with need.
Miku’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps; her heart pounded as waves of heat and longing consumed her.
Every movement, every flick of his fingers, every whisper of his voice sent tremors through her core.
She felt as if she were melting under him, losing herself entirely in the sensations he conjured.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, then tangled in his hair again, pulling him closer as though she could never get enough.
And Ross, sensing her submission and hunger, pressed deeper, more insistently, as if claiming every inch of her surrender, each thrust and kiss driving them both further into the fevered heights of desire.
Five minutes of this intense pleasure torture, and Ross finally let himself free, his control slipping, his desire taking over, a primal, instinctual need that left no room for restraint or hesitation.
With a swift, decisive movement, he took off his boxers, freeing his monster 15-inch cock, a sight that was as awe-inspiring as it was intimidating.
It was so big and ready to plunge deep into Miku’s tight pussy.
He then turned his attention to Miku, his hands deftly working the fabric of her thong, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent indication of what was to come.