Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1107

Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107 Vision
With renewed focus, Ross dedicated himself entirely to her pleasure.

His tongue, which had been tracing lazy, maddening circles, now settled into a relentless, rhythmic cadence against her most sensitive cunt.

His mouth was a seal of heat and pressure, his lips and tongue working in a perfect, devastating harmony.

He used the flat of his tongue to apply broad, steady waves of sensation, then focused the very tip to a pinpoint of exquisite friction, all while his lips gently suckled.

One hand anchored her hip, feeling the muscles bunch and tremble beneath his palm, while the other hand caressed the inside of her thigh, a soothing counterpoint to the storm he was building between her legs.

Lea’s world dissolved into pure, raw sensation. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arched off the mattress, and a string of broken, pleading whimpers fell from her lips.

“Please… Ross, right there… don’t stop…” The pressure built from a warm, spreading glow into a tight, electric coil deep within her, winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, a brilliant, white-hot point of no return.

He felt the moment the last thread of her control snapped. A powerful tremor wracked her body, and a guttural…

“I’m coming!” ripped from her throat. It was less a shout and more a primal announcement of her release.

Ross didn’t pull away. He held her firmly, his mouth a constant, welcoming harbor for her storm.

Her body convulsed against him, and with a gasping cry.

“Fuck!” a hot rush of her release flooded his senses. It was more than he had anticipated; a sweet, tangy torrent that splashed across his chin, his cheeks, and into his waiting mouth.

He drank her in, not like a “thirsty fool,” but like a man partaking in a sacred, life-giving elixir.

He savored the taste of her—musky and uniquely Lea—as it coated his tongue and throat.

Each shuddering pulse of her orgasm was a wave he welcomed, a testament to the pleasure he had given her.

He drank deeply, until the last tremors subsided and her body went limp, boneless and spent against the sheets, her chest heaving as she struggled to reclaim the breath he had stolen.

Only then did he finally lift his head, his face glistening in the low light, a look of profound, possessive satisfaction in his eyes as he gazed up at her utterly undone form.

“Nothing tastes like a beautiful virgin pussy,” Ross murmured, his voice a low, sinful growl.

He licked his lips slowly, savoring her flavor before leaning down to capture Lea’s mouth once more.

Lea froze for only a heartbeat, startled by the taste of her own juices—but the warmth of Ross’s lips, the hunger in his kiss, dissolved every thought in her mind.

She moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back with growing boldness, letting him take the lead.

Their lips moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm that deepened into something raw and hungry.

The kiss lasted several minutes—longer, hotter, more consuming than their first kiss.

Lea felt her desire swell in her belly, her body warming, her legs trembling as she clung to his shoulders.

By the time Ross pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath shaky, her heart racing wildly.

Ross eased her onto the bed and gently pushed her legs apart, spreading her wide open.

Lea’s breath hitched as she saw his massive cock looming in front of her—thick, heavy, impossibly long. Her untouched slit quivered in anticipation and fear.

He pressed the broad tip against her virgin entrance.

Lea’s pussy was pink and perfect.

The moment he began to push, Lea’s pretty face twisted, her brows drawing together in shock.

Heat flooded her cheeks as her tight, untouched walls struggled against the width of him.

“Ohhhh… your cock is so big, Ross…” she whispered, her voice cracking from the mix of pain and awe.

“Now I know why Mom… and my sisters… are going crazy over you…”

Ross gave her a reassuring look, his hands stroking her thighs as he pushed deeper, inch by slow inch.

Lea whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets as her slender body strained to take him.

Every millimeter felt like a stretch too much, her pussy clinging desperately around him.

Her breath hitched again when he reached her cherry.

Lea bit her lip hard, bracing herself. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her entire body trembling beneath him.

Ross leaned forward, whispered, “I’ll make it quick,” and then slammed his hips forward in one sharp, decisive thrust to break through her purity.

“Ahhhhhhh…!”

Lea cried out, her voice echoing through the room.

The pain flashed through her instantly—but so did something else, something hot and electric that shot straight up her spine.

Her pussy clenched around him violently, her hips jerking without her control.

And then it happened.

“Oh—oh god—Ross—!” Lea gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.

Ross’s first deep thrust sent her crashing into another orgasm.

Her virgin pussy spasmed wildly around his massive cock, her legs shaking as pleasure ripped through her.

Her back arched off the bed as she came, her juices spilling around the thick intrusion stretching her to her limit.

Her cry trembled into a whimper, then into soft, breathless moans as the aftershocks rolled through her body.

Ross held himself inside her, letting her young, untouched body adjust as she trembled under him—half in pain, half in overwhelming bliss, and completely his.

“Ohhhh…” Lea gasped as the final throbs of her orgasm shuddered through her, her pussy still pulsing and dripping with her release.

Ross didn’t give her a moment to recover.

He tightened his grip on her hips—

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—each thrust sharp and forceful, driving her body deeper into the mattress.

He nailed Lea to the bed with relentless power, his pace punishing, his cock slamming into her soaked virgin pussy with a wet, rhythmic violence that made her toes curl.