Evil MC's NTR Harem

Iris clenched her fists, determined to remain as detached as possible, even as her body betrayed her with every hard breath.

"You may have my body, but you'll never have my heart," she spat out, hoping the defiance in her words could mask the tremble in her voice.

But the moment the words left her lips, she bit down on them, as if regretting her challenge.

Ross didn't miss a beat, his eyes dark with hunger as he moved in, claiming her breasts like a man starved, his mouth hot and relentless.

He feasted on her as though her body were a prize he had long awaited, his lips and tongue playing with her sensitive flesh.

Iris gasped as he worked her over, a shiver running down her spine despite the war she was waging internally.

Three minutes felt like an eternity as her body responded in ways she despised, her nipples hardening painfully under his expert touch, her resolve crumbling with each teasing flick of his tongue. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Slowly please…"

"Be gentle…"

"More…" Iris moaned sweetly as she really did not know how Ross was pushing all her pleasure buttons so perfectly.

Ross finally paused, pulling back just enough to smirk at her flushed face.

"What was that, Iris? I might've missed what you said before," he mocked, his voice low and teasing.

"But your moans? They're like sweet music to my ears."

Iris said nothing, her breathing heavy as she fought to regain control. She knew better than to reply, fearing anything she said would only encourage him further.

Instead, she closed her eyes, trying to center herself, to focus on something—anything—other than the growing need between her legs.

But it was useless. The more she tried to detach, the more acutely aware she became of her own body's betrayal.

Her breasts tingled from the lingering effects of his touch, and worse, she could feel the slickness gathering between her thighs, her pussy wet and aching with a need she didn't want to acknowledge.

Her breath hitched as she shifted slightly on his lap, the movement only intensifying the pressure and the undeniable ache.

It was infuriating, humiliating even, how easily her body had succumbed to his touch.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to fight back against the desire clawing its way through her, but her body? Her body was already lost to him.

Ross, of course, noticed every little shift, every tremor. He grinned, sensing her inner turmoil, and leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"You can try to deny it, Iris," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

"But your body is singing a different tune. You're practically begging for me. Begging my big fat hard cock to pierce into your sweet little tight pussy."

His words sent a fresh wave of shame and heat coursing through her. She bit her lip harder, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. But deep down, she knew he was right.

Her body was betraying her at every turn, responding to him in ways she couldn't control. The slickness between her thighs was undeniable now, her pussy throbbing with need.

It wanted him—longed for him—even as her mind screamed in protest.

Ross shifted beneath her, adjusting her on his lap, and she couldn't stop the involuntary gasp that escaped her as his hardened cock pressed against her ass.

The cock head was almost inside but then she was teased by our op evil mc over and over again. It was a cruel reminder of what was to come, of the inevitability of it all.

Her body, traitorous as it was, responded with a shiver of anticipation, the heat between her legs growing more insistent.

"I can feel how much you want it, Iris," Ross murmured, his hand sliding down her back, fingers trailing along her spine before resting on the curve of her hip.

"No matter what you say, your body tells the truth."

Tears of frustration and humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Yet, deep down, she couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her body had given up the fight long ago, and now, no matter how much she hated it, it was begging for more.

"And now it's time to give you what you want." Ross said. Positioning her once more atop his thick, eager cock, he leaned in and kissed her passionately, pouring all his desire into the moment.

Iris shuddered at the familiar pressure building between her legs, but she found herself lost in the heat of his kiss.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a whirlwind of emotion that made her heart race.

Every brush of his lips against hers sent sparks of electricity through her, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

She could taste the hunger in his kiss, a desperate need that mirrored her own, yet the weight of her conflicting emotions loomed large.

Still, she focused on what was happening below her. With a mix of trepidation and desire, she attempted to lower herself onto Ross's cock, feeling the head press insistently against her entrance.

However, she quickly realized it was simply too large for her tight pussy to accommodate.

A rush of frustration mingled with her longing, but she refused to be disheartened.

Her body was responding to him, her pussy wet and slick with arousal, the slippery liquid promising to aid her in her quest for pleasure.

"Forgive me, Karl. I just can't take it anymore," Iris whispered under her breath, a silent prayer escaping her lips as guilt washed over her.

She was drowning in this new experience of absolute carnal pleasure, her body betraying her mind.

The conflict within her was palpable; she felt a pang of regret for the man she had left behind, even as her body craved the very thing she had sworn to resist.