Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross was the first to shed a layer, slipping out of his shirt in one smooth motion.

The fabric dropped to the floor, forgotten, revealing the firm lines of his chest and shoulders under the dim apartment lights.

Amanda's eyes swept over him—admiring, nervous, excited. Her heart thudded in her chest, the air between them charged with rising heat.

Then his hands moved to her.

Without rushing, without breaking eye contact, Ross reached around and deftly unhooked her bra.

The clasp gave way beneath his skilled fingers, and the garment slid down her arms and onto the floor, joining his shirt.

Amanda's breath caught as she felt the cool air kiss her newly exposed skin.

Ross looked at her for a moment—just looked. His eyes, dark with desire, locked on the sight of her bare breasts, full and flushed from arousal.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

And then he leaned forward and claimed one of her sweet, pink nipples with his mouth.

"Ahhh…!" Amanda gasped, arching into him.

His tongue swirled, soft and slow, sending jolts of pleasure through her chest and straight to her core.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as his mouth worked her sensitive bud.

The sensation was intense, maddening.

When his free hand found her other breast and began to massage it—thumb circling, pressing gently—Amanda moaned again, louder this time.

Ross was focused, alternating between each nipple, taking his time to savor her, switching from lips to tongue, from gentle sucks to playful flicks.

Amanda squirmed slightly on his lap, her hips beginning to roll against him unconsciously.

Then his mouth released her, lips glistening, and his hands began a new journey.

One slid down her back slowly, tracing the curve of her spine before cupping the roundness of her ass through the fabric of her dress.

Amanda shivered at the firm grip. Ross squeezed gently, kneading, pulling her even closer.

And then his fingers dipped lower.

He found the edge of her panties and pressed his fingers against the heat already gathering between her legs.

Even through the thin fabric, he could feel how wet she was becoming.

Amanda inhaled sharply as he ran his fingertips up and down her covered slit, teasing her with maddening precision.

"God… Ross…" she whimpered, her voice a mix of need and disbelief at how quickly she was unraveling.

He looked up at her again, his smile wicked and patient. "You're so ready for me already," he whispered.

His hand continued to tease, stroking the damp fabric, applying just enough pressure to make her tremble.

Amanda's thighs tightened around him. Her body was aching now, her panties soaked with arousal, her nipples still tingling from his mouth.

And Ross wasn't done.

Ross's fingers continued to stroke Amanda through the damp fabric of her panties, slow and deliberate.

Each motion sent shivers down her spine. She could barely sit still in his lap anymore.

Her hips rocked forward instinctively, chasing the friction, seeking more.

Her breathing grew heavier, her lips parted, and her hands clutched at his bare shoulders—needing something to hold on to as her body awakened fully under his expert touch.

"You feel that?" Ross whispered into her ear, his voice rough and low. "You're soaked already."

Amanda whimpered, nodding. She was past the point of words.

Her body was aflame with sensation, and his voice—so calm and in control—only drove her deeper into the haze of arousal.

Ross's hand slipped beneath the edge of her panties now, finally touching her bare skin.

His fingers found her wet folds, and Amanda gasped at the contact.

"Oh my God…" she breathed.

He groaned softly as he felt her slickness, his fingers parting her gently, exploring her warmth with reverence.

His thumb brushed over her swollen clit, and Amanda bucked in his lap, a moan tearing from her throat.

"You like that," he said simply, watching her face closely.

Amanda nodded again, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttering.

Ross's mouth returned to her chest, kissing the soft swell beneath her breast before finding her nipple again and sucking with more urgency now, more heat.

At the same time, his fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles over her clit, sending jolts of electricity straight through her.

Her moans turned into soft cries, the pressure building inside her.

Her legs trembled on either side of him, thighs twitching as her core pulsed with need.

"Ross… please…" she begged, her voice nearly breaking.

Ross lifted his mouth and looked at her again. His eyes, dark and smoldering, were full of hunger—but there was tenderness there, too.

"You want more?" he asked, teasing her with his voice now, his fingers still rubbing her soaked pussy. "Say it."

Amanda hesitated, lips quivering, pride and desire warring inside her.

But in the end, her desire won.

"I want you," she whispered, almost like a confession. "I want all of you."

That was all Ross needed.

He stood in one fluid motion, holding Amanda close to him.

She clung to his shoulders as he walked them toward the bedroom, her legs wrapped around his waist now, her dress hiked up, her panties still barely hanging on.

Ross laid her gently on the bed, following her down, his body hovering above hers.

He kissed her again—slow, deep, with a possessive hunger that made her toes curl.

As his hands roamed her body, she tugged at the waistband of his pants, desperate to feel all of him.

"Take it off," she whispered.

Ross didn't hesitate. He stood at the edge of the bed, undressing completely now.

Amanda's eyes drank him in—his broad chest, lean muscles, and the hard, thick length of him that stood ready for her.

She bit her lip, stunned and aroused by the sight.

He returned to her then, kneeling between her legs, gently pulling off her panties and discarding them with care.

She was laid bare before him now, flushed and open, every inch of her aching for him.

Ross bent down and kissed her inner thigh, then another, inching closer and closer to her dripping center.