Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104 Urban

“Shut up!” The words were sharp, a brittle command that cracked in the middle.

“You just need to keep your promise. Your word.” She emphasized the last word, as if reminding a man like Ross that such a concept existed.

“If I make you come, you get out of my family’s life. Forever. No more threats, no more ‘favors’. We are done.”

Without allowing him another taunt, she moved. It was not a seductive crawl, but a decisive, almost clumsy act of conquest.

She swung a leg over his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his body.

Now, straddling him, the reality of their situation became terrifyingly intimate.

The coarse weave of his trousers scratched against her inner thighs.

The hard, promising ridge of his erection pressed against her cunt sent a jolt of pure, unwelcome electricity through her.

She was completely exposed, her smooth, bald mound a testament to a meticulous preparation that felt more like grooming for a sacrifice.

And there, at her very center, the delicate, pink lips, swollen with a rush of blood and untouched by any man, betrayed her virginity more effectively than any words ever could.

They were tight and closed, a silent testament to what she was about to willingly, desperately, give away.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, her hands coming to rest on his hard chest, bracing herself for the beginning of the end.

The air in the room was thick and heavy, charged with the heat of their entangled bodies and the soft, rhythmic sound of their breathing.

Chelsea hovered above Ross, her silhouette outlined by the dim light.

The world had shrunk to this space, to the intoxicating scent of his skin and the powerful presence of him beneath her.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing need between her legs.

She reached a hand back, her fingers trailing down the hard plane of his stomach until they found him.

Ross’s cock was a rigid, heated brand against her palm, impossibly thick and velvety smooth.

A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as she wrapped her fingers around him, giving him a few slow, deliberate strokes.

She was already slick with arousal, a testament to the agonizingly slow build-up of their foreplay.

Just moments before, as she had kissed his cock deeply and rubbed her sensitive nipples against the length of his shaft, she had felt herself teetering on the very edge of release.

Now, she used her own wetness, coating the broad head of his cock, the intimate act sending another jolt of pure desire through her core.

Gathering her courage, she shifted her weight, positioning her body above his.

With her free hand braced on his chest, she could feel the thunderous beat of his heart matching her own.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the same raw hunger she felt reflected back at her. This was it.

Taking a sharp, steadying breath, she centered herself and began to lower her hips.

The initial pressure was immense, a stretching, burning sensation that made her gasp.

She sank down slowly, deliberately, forcing her body to accept him.

Then, with a final, yielding push, she impaled herself, sinking her pussy deep down onto his rigid pole.

“Ahhhhhh…” The gasp was torn from her, a sharp, involuntary sound of shock and pleasure-pain.

A stinging, white-hot sensation pierced through her, so intense it felt like her very cunt had been split in two.

Her eyes widened, her nails digging lightly into his chest.

Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around the incredible intrusion, the feeling of fullness so profound it was almost dizzying.

Her body, which had been humming with anticipation, was now screaming with the shocking reality of him.

Dazed, she looked down, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming signals her nerves were sending.

She expected to see his entire length buried within her, but the sight made her breath catch.

To her utter disbelief, only a portion of his broad cock head was inside her.

The rest of him, a daunting and formidable length, still waited.

And yet, she had never felt so completely, so impossibly full.

A wave of awe and a flicker of primal fear washed over her. How could she possibly take all of him?

From the edge of the bed, Lea watched, utterly transfixed. Her hand had flown to her mouth, stifling her own gasp.

She had thought herself prepared, but nothing could have braced her for the raw, visceral reality of the moment.

The sharp cry from Chelsea, the way Ross’s body tensed, the sheer, breathtaking intimacy of the act—it was both beautiful and shocking.

“Oh my god…” Lea whispered the words into her palm, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She saw the struggle and the ecstasy warring on Chelsea’s face, the way her body trembled with the effort to accommodate him.

It was a sight that was at once terrifying and deeply arousing, a testament to a passion that was both brutal and beautiful.

She couldn’t look away, held captive by the unfolding drama of flesh and feeling.

“I can take him all in!” Chelsea thought desperately, gripping the edge of the bed as she forced herself to do the impossible.

Her body trembled, but she lifted her hips slightly, bracing herself, and then pushed down with every ounce of strength she could muster.

“Ohhhhhhh…” Chelsea gasped, a sharp, piercing cry escaping her lips as Ross’s cock tore through her virginity.

The pain was intense, almost unbearable, and her body felt as if it were being split in two.

Blood trickled, mingling with the overwhelming sensation that consumed her entirely.

She clenched her hands, biting her lower lip to stifle the cries that threatened to escape.

She was buried completely, feeling like she might shatter from the intensity of the moment.

Her breaths came in ragged, shallow gasps, each one shaking her body.

She didn’t dare move, terrified that any shift might make the pain unbearable.