Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Time to make you mine, Hazel. Say goodbye to your boyfriend after tonight," Ross said after a few minutes, his voice filled with resolve.

Hazel, though somewhat recovered, was still vulnerable—a ripe fruit ready to be claimed.

"No, Ross! Please, I didn't mean for this to happen! Don't do this!" Hazel cried, panic gripping her as she tried to pull away.

But Ross's hands held her firmly in place, unyielding.

"It's too late for regrets, Hazel. You came to me willingly. To my house to tease me and play a game. I won. Now, it's only fair I take what's mine," Ross replied, his tone unwavering as he leaned back in to claim her completely.

"Ohhhh…" Hazel moaned softly as the heat in her core steadily began to build again.

She squirmed under Ross's relentless attention, her breaths quickening as she struggled to push his head away from between her legs.

Her hands pressed firmly against him, but it felt like a futile tug of war.

Ross was unyielding, his determination evident in every move.

When Hazel managed to push him back for a moment, he only returned with more intensity, as though her resistance fueled his resolve.

The taste of her tasty pussy drove him to obsession, and he lapped at her with a hunger that left her breathless.

Her protests and feeble attempts to stop him only seemed to spur him on, and soon, the telltale warmth of her arousal began to seep through.

"Stop! Ross, please!" Hazel whimpered, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her.

Despite her mind screaming for him to stop, the unrelenting pressure and sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her strength was fading rapidly, her arms trembling from exertion, and the fiery heat deep inside her grew unbearable.

Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity as Hazel fought against the inevitable, her resistance waning with every second.

After what must have been half an hour, her body gave out, leaving her sprawled on the sofa.

She lay there, helpless, unable to summon the energy to fight any longer.

Ross took full advantage, his tongue skillfully working over her sensitive flesh, drawing soft moans and gasps from her lips despite her best efforts to hold them back.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Don't put your tongue inside!" she cried out weakly, her protests losing their conviction as her body quivered under his relentless touch.

"Ross!" Hazel gasped as the tension coiled within her finally snapped.

For the second time that morning, her body betrayed her, and she climaxed forcefully against his mouth.

Her cries of release filled the room as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Ross didn't stop there. Greedy and insatiable, he lapped up every drop of her release, savoring the taste as though it were the most exquisite thing he had ever known.

Hazel lay beneath him, her body limp and her mind reeling, unable to process the whirlwind of sensations that had overwhelmed her.

"Fantastic water of love! You've got a taste I'll never get enough of, Hazel," Ross exclaimed, his voice thick with satisfaction as he wiped his face, glistening with her juices.

He licked his lips as if savoring the memory, his gaze lingering on her flushed, trembling body.

Hazel could only lie there, sprawled on the sofa, her breaths shallow and uneven as she tried to recover.

Her limbs felt like lead, her body drained from the intense release Ross had pulled from her.

She closed her eyes, hoping to find solace in the darkness and perhaps some fleeting reprieve in sleep.

But just as her breathing began to even out, a new sensation jolted her back to reality.

Her eyes flew open, wide with shock, as something firm and unyielding pressed against her sensitive folds.

"Ross! Don't—!" she began, her voice sharp with panic, but it was cut short as Ross leaned in, capturing her lips in a demanding kiss.

His mouth was hot and insistent, his kiss rough enough to leave her breathless.

Hazel whimpered against his lips, her protests muffled and ignored.

But it wasn't the kiss that commanded all her attention—it was what was happening below.

Something large, hot, and hard was sliding along her slick folds, teasing her entrance with an agonizing deliberateness.

Each movement sent shivers of sensation coursing through her overstimulated body, making her squirm beneath him.

She wasn't naive; she knew exactly what it was.

Ross's cock, impossibly thick and rigid, was tracing her wet slit, pausing at her entrance only to slide back up, making her toes curl in both fear and unwilling anticipation.

She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to stop him, but it only seemed to excite him further.

"Don't fight me, Hazel," Ross murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with an unmistakable hunger.

He didn't even bother removing her thong.

Instead, he slid the delicate fabric to the side, exposing her completely while still leaving it clinging to her hips.

To Ross, it was an even more erotic sight—the thin lace framing her trembling body as he positioned himself against her.

Hazel shook her head frantically, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

"No… Ross, please…" she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Ross didn't respond with words; instead, he gripped her thighs firmly, spreading them further apart despite her weak attempts to resist.

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, vulnerable and exposed beneath him, her flushed skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and arousal.

"You shouldn't have come here if you didn't want this. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and possessiveness. "Now, you're mine."

"Mmhh…" Hazel tried to twist away, her movements feeble against his strength.

Her hands pushed against his chest, but Ross easily overpowered her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other guided himself back to her slick heat.

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