Evil MC's NTR Harem

Before Hazel could respond, Ross hooked his finger beneath the edge of her thong and pushed the soaked fabric aside, exposing her bare, glistening folds.

Hazel froze, her breath hitching as her most intimate part was revealed to him.

She was a true redhead like her sister Althea, with a neatly groomed triangle of fiery red hair adorning her most intimate area, perfectly situated just above her sensitive clit.

"Beautiful," Ross murmured, his gaze devouring her.

He pressed his middle finger gently against her entrance, testing her reaction.

Hazel's body tensed beneath him, her trembling hands clutching at his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him.

"No—please, Ross," she begged, her voice barely a whisper, her wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Not there. Take your finger out. Anything but that."

Ross didn't stop. Slowly, he pushed forward, feeling her tight, untouched walls resisting his intrusion.

It wasn't long before his progress was halted by a thin, delicate barrier.

He paused, his smirk returning as he realized what it was.

"So," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "you've really kept yourself pure, haven't you, Hazel? This little barrier… proof that no one's been here before."

Hazel's heart pounded in her chest, her mind spiraling into panic.

"Please," she whimpered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Don't do this. My… that's important to me. It's my gift to my future husband. If I lose it, I… I won't have anything left to give him."

The image of her boyfriend flashed through her mind—a kind, gentle man who had always respected her boundaries.

She had imagined their first time together so many times, a moment of love and intimacy shared in a setting of her choosing.

But now, all of that was crumbling around her.

Ross's gaze flickered, but only briefly. He wasn't swayed by her words or her tears.

Instead, he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Your future husband?" he mocked.

"Do you really think he'll care? Right now, Hazel, your body isn't thinking about some imaginary future husband. Not even your current boyfriend. Your body is responding to me. To me alone. Now until the end of time."

Hazel shook her head, her hands trembling as they pushed feebly against his chest.

"No… please, Ross. Don't take this from me. I'm begging you."

Her voice cracked, filled with desperation and fear, but beneath it all was a flicker of something else—a reluctant, undeniable longing her body refused to suppress.

She hated herself for it, for the way her hips involuntarily shifted, the way her breath hitched every time his finger so much as twitched inside her.

Ross noticed it all.

"Your words say no," he murmured, "but your body… it's begging for more."

He pushed slightly deeper, testing the limits of her resolve, feeling her walls tighten around him as though trying to pull him in.

"Ahhhhhhh…" Hazel cried out, her voice a mixture of pain, shame, and a pleasure she couldn't ignore.

Her tears fell freely now, her mind clouded with guilt and helplessness.

She thought again of her boyfriend, of the life they had planned together, and how this moment would tarnish everything.

And yet, she couldn't stop her body from betraying her, couldn't stop the warmth spreading through her core, consuming her in ways she never thought possible.

Ross smiled mischievously as he continued teasing Hazel, his touch slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction he drew from her.

This time, he chose not to use his middle finger, cautious of her innocence and unwilling to overstep the fragile line that separated their actions from something more final.

Instead, he offered his pinky, sliding it gently into her, the slender digit perfectly suited to her tightness.

He rocked it back and forth in slow, shallow motions, stopping just before reaching her hymen.

The delicate barrier was a testament to her purity, and Ross found himself both mesmerized and slightly protective of it.

Leaning back on the sofa, he adjusted his position to get a better view, his gaze fixed on the sight of his finger disappearing into her.

The moment was almost hypnotic, and the sheer eroticism of it made his arousal throb, pressing hard against the confines of his pants.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Each gentle stroke of his pinky was met with resistance, her tight walls gripping him with a warmth and firmness that nearly made him groan.

Her body trembled with every motion, her breaths uneven as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"Sweet," Ross murmured under his breath, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Hazel's arousal coated his finger, her creamy, abundant juices glistening in the dim light.

The sight and scent of her were intoxicating, a heady mix of innocence and raw passion that sent a thrill through him.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to taste her, to experience her essence on his tongue.

The thought alone made his mouth water, and he acted without hesitation.

Lowering himself over her, he trailed soft kisses down her trembling body, his lips brushing her skin with a tenderness that belied the hunger simmering within him.

"What are you doing? Ross! Noooohhhh!" Hazel's protest turned into a high-pitched scream as his mouth latched onto her most sensitive spot.

The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt through her, her body arching off the sofa as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Ross worked her expertly, his lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that left her breathless.

He sucked and teased, his every motion drawing out more of her sweet nectar.

She bucked against him, unable to control the overwhelming sensations building inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh!" The moment her orgasm hit, it was like an explosion. Hazel let out a cry, her hands clutching at the sofa as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—raw, intense, and utterly unforgettable.

Ross didn't stop, his tongue continuing to explore her as she rode out the waves of her climax.

Hazel gasped, her body limp and trembling, her mind reeling from the intensity.

It was bittersweet, though—a moment of pure ecstasy overshadowed by a lingering regret.

This breathtaking, soul-shattering pleasure hadn't been given to her by her boyfriend, but by Ross, who now seemed to hold a piece of her she could never reclaim.

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