Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 413 Base

If her body was betraying her, teetering dangerously on the edge of surrender, then she needed to fight back in a way that shifted the game.

She had to think fast, and being vocal seemed like her best bet.

The idea of distracting both herself and Ross with words sent a thrill through her—it was bold, daring, and maybe exactly what she needed to regain control.

Leaning forward slightly, her hands pressing against his solid chest for support, Anne looked him in the eye, a sly smirk playing on her lips despite her trembling body.

”Do you like my tight little pussy, Ross?” she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality.

The words surprised even her, but they had the desired effect.

Ross’s dark eyes flashed with amusement and heat as his lips curled into a wicked grin.

”Like it?” he drawled, his tone slow and deliberate.

”I love it.”

His hands slid up to her hips, gripping her firmly as he guided her movements again.

”But…” he continued, his grin widening as he tilted his head to look at her with teasing arrogance.

”It’s almost too tight. Makes me wonder…”

Anne arched a brow, though her body betrayed her composure by trembling as his cock pulsed inside her.

”Wonder what?” she asked, her voice still carrying that sultry edge, even as her breath came in shallow gasps.

Ross leaned in closer, his lips just brushing against her ear as he whispered, ”Wonder if it’s always this tight because it doesn’t get much action.” He paused, his words hanging in the air before delivering the final blow.

”Or maybe… your boyfriend just isn’t man enough to stretch you out properly. What’s the matter, Anne? Does he have a baby cock?”

Anne froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as the boldness of his words hit her.

She gasped softly, stunned by how easily he could fluster her with just a few teasing sentences.

But what shocked her more was how her body reacted—her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, betraying the fact that his words were getting to her far more than she wanted to admit.

”You’re such an ass,” she muttered, her voice laced with both irritation and embarrassment, though the small smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

She tried to maintain her composure, but Ross’s smirk only grew wider, clearly pleased with himself.

”For your information, no,” she added defensively, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.

”He doesn’t have a baby cock.”

Ross chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly as he guided her to sink down onto him again, filling her completely.

”Oh? Then why does it feel like I’m the first one to really fill you up?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

Anne’s mouth opened and closed as she struggled to come up with a response.

Her cheeks burned even hotter, and she looked away briefly, unable to hold his gaze.

”Shut up,” she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.

Ross’s soft laughter sent shivers down her spine.

”Don’t get shy on me now, Anne,” he teased, his hands slowly sliding up and down her sides, his thumbs brushing against her soft skin.

”You’re the one who started this. Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little banter.”

Anne’s eyes snapped back to his, determination sparking in their depths.

She wasn’t about to let him win so easily—not when the stakes were this high.

Leaning forward, she pressed her hands harder against his chest, her nails lightly grazing his skin as she smirked down at him.

”Fine,” she said, her voice low and sultry. ”If that’s how you want to play…”

She began moving again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made both of them groan softly.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, ”Maybe I just saved all my best moves for you, Ross. Maybe I was just waiting for someone who could actually handle me.”

Her words had the desired effect.

For the first time, Ross’s smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise and something darker—something more wilder.

His hands tightened on her hips, and his gaze bore into hers, the teasing amusement replaced with a smoldering intensity that sent a thrill through her.

”Well then,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, the edge in his tone unmistakable.

”Prove it.”

Anne’s smirk widened, her confidence returning in full force.

She moved with renewed purpose now, her hips rising and falling in a steady, powerful rhythm that had both of them gasping.

The wet, lewd sounds of their coupling filled the room, and Anne reveled in the way Ross’s composure seemed to slip with every movement.

But this wasn’t just about him—this was about her, too.

She was determined to take control, to show him that she wasn’t just a passive participant in their game.

She was a fighter, and she wasn’t going to back down.

Leaning forward even further, her hands slid up to his shoulders as she picked up her pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushed herself harder and faster.

”Is this what you wanted?” she asked breathlessly, her voice dripping with defiance and challenge.

Ross didn’t respond with words—he didn’t need to.

His hands gripped her tighter, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, and the intensity between them reached a fever pitch.

The game was far from over, but one thing was clear: neither of them was willing to concede.

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The sounds of their passionate struggle filled the room, echoing off the walls as both refused to yield in their battle for dominance.

Each thrust, each gasp, and each cry seemed to push them further into a competition neither was willing to lose.

Anne, who had teetered on the edge of release moments ago, clenched her fists and bit her lip, doing everything she could to hold back.

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She forced her mind to wander to ugly, unpleasant thoughts, desperately trying to suppress the pleasure coursing through her body.

Still, the end was drawing near, and she couldn’t help but dread what it might ultimately mean for her.