Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1064
Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064 Road
As Miku’s thong fell away, Ross saw her wet, pink, precious cunt once again, a sight that left him breathless, his mouth watering with a hunger that was as carnal as it was insatiable.
It was a vision of pure, unadulterated sex, a lewd and tempting sight that promised untold pleasures, a playground for his desires, a canvas for his domination, a temple for his own pleasure.
The sight of her, laid bare and vulnerable, her body glistening with arousal, her folds swollen and ready, was enough to drive him wild, his cock throbbing with a need that was as urgent as it was overwhelming, a need that demanded to be satisfied, to be sated, to be fulfilled in the most primal, carnal way possible.
The room was steeped in a silence broken only by the whisper of cotton on skin and the quickening rhythm of their breath.
Ross moved with a deliberate, almost maddening slowness, his hands firm on her thighs as he coaxed them apart.
Miku’s resistance was a fleeting thing, a half-hearted tension that melted under his unwavering touch.
She let her head fall back against the pillows, her eyes fixed on the shadowed ceiling, trying to anchor herself in the dim light.
His gaze was a physical weight, hotter than his hands.
It traveled over her, a slow, possessive inventory that left a trail of fire on her skin.
He remembered the fervent passion they had shared just days before, the frantic coupling against the wall.
Yet now, in this quiet intimacy, she seemed as closed and mysterious as the first time.
There was a vulnerability to her that stirred something deeper in him than mere lust—a challenge, and a profound need to unravel her completely.
He didn’t speak. Words were often clumsy, unnecessary. Instead, he let his hands narrate his intentions.
One finger, calloused and warm, began a slow pilgrimage up her inner thigh.
It was a whisper of a touch, a promise of what was to come and more.
Miku shuddered, a fine tremor she couldn’t suppress, and her hips gave an involuntary, tiny lift from the mattress, seeking more.
It was then he saw it—the glistening evidence of her desire.
A soft, tell-tale moisture bloomed where his gaze lingered, her body’s honest, unbidden response.
This silent surrender was more potent than any moan. Her arousal was a palpable force in the room, a scent of salt and warmth that filled the air between them.
“Look at me, Miku,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Her eyes, dark and wide with conflict, dragged from the ceiling to meet his.
In them, he saw the war she was losing—the struggle between her pride and the pleasure he wielded with such precision.
When the pad of his thumb finally found her clit, circling with an expert, gentle pressure, the victory was absolute.
A sharp, loud gasp was torn from her throat, a sound so lewd and unreserved it seemed to startle her.
She clenched her jaw, biting down on her full lower lip to trap any further betrayals, but her body was a traitor.
A fresh wave of heat flushed her chest and neck, and her fingers twisted into the sheets.
Ross watched it all, a knowing calm in his stormy eyes.
He was a cartographer of desire, reading the subtle tremors and flutters of her flesh like a map.
He saw the exact moment her conscious thought began to dissolve, replaced by pure, animal sensation.
He applied pressure, then less, changing rhythm, keeping her teetering on the edge of a precipice she both feared and craved.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a velvet threat.
“You can’t hide from this,” he whispered. “You can’t hide from me. Your body sings for me. Let me hear it.”
His words were the final key.
The bite of her lip relaxed into a trembling, open-mouthed sigh as he increased the pace of his thumb.
Another gasp, followed by a low, throaty moan she didn’t even try to contain.
Her back arched, pressing her chest against his, her hands releasing the sheets to clutch at his shoulders.
Ross watched her come undone, a master manipulator not through force.
The air in the room, already thick with the scent of their shared anticipation, seemed to crackle as Ross moved.
Just a few minutes of gentle touches and Miku was already flooding with precious pussy juice.
Ross did not need an invitation; the languid, willing way Miku’s body had melted into the mattress and the unspoken challenge in her half-lidded eyes were all the consent he required.
He leaned down, his large frame settling between her splayed legs, his face now level with the very heart of her.
The sight of her, glistening and bare, sent a jolt of pure, possessive heat through him.
With a firm, knowing grip on her inner thighs, he pressed them wider still, opening her completely to his gaze and his touch.
He didn’t hesitate.
With a low, appreciative groan that vibrated against her most sensitive skin, he buried his face in her, feasting on her with a focused, primal intensity.
“Ross!” Miku gasped, her voice a strangled cry of surprise and sheer sensation as his mouth found her.
Her hands, which had been fisted in the sheets, flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands not to push him away, but to anchor herself against the tidal wave of pleasure.
She felt his thumbs, strong and sure, gently prying her open further, and then came the first, devastating stroke of his tongue.
It was not a tentative lick, but a broad, flat caress that mapped her entire sex, tasting her, claiming her.
He did not linger there for long.
Soon, he focused his efforts, his tongue flattening and stiffening before he pushed it deep inside her in a slow, deliberate mimicry of a much more intimate act.
“Ohhhhhh… yes! Ahhhhh…” Miku’s back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping her lips.