Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 845: Chapter 845 Storage

The sudden movement pressed her core directly against him, and even through their clothing, the friction made her gasp.

Laura had never felt anything like it—an electric, burning connection that made her tremble uncontrollably.

Laura’s mind spun in confusion.

Every part of her wanted to pull away, to regain control, but every nerve in her body screamed the opposite.

She could feel herself growing wet, her heat building bit by bit, pooling deep inside her with a slow, insistent insistence.

Her breath hitched with each subtle shift of his hips, each brush of his hands over her skin.

Time seemed to stretch. The world outside the room faded to nothing.

All she could feel was him—his hands gripping her firmly, his lips and tongue exploring hers, the hard press of his body beneath her.

Even with clothes between them, the sensation was maddening, sending tremors through her core.

Waves of warmth and desire coursed through her, making her chest rise and fall rapidly.

Laura’s thoughts became a tangled mess of fear, guilt, and desire.

She tried to tell herself to stop, to remember who she was and what she had promised herself—but every protest was drowned out by the exquisite sensation of being held so completely, so intimately, in Ross’s powerful embrace.

She could feel the taut strength of his legs beneath her, the undeniable size pressing against her most sensitive parts, and with every movement, every subtle shift, her body betrayed her more.

Finally, she could do nothing but give in, trembling and moaning as a heady wave of heat overtook her.

Her mind blanked, her body on fire, as the slow, irresistible pull of desire consumed her, leaving her utterly helpless in his arms.

”Hmmmm...” Laura’s muffled moan vibrated against Ross’s lips. His approach was fierce, almost primal.

Every kiss was hot, unrestrained, and demanding—nothing like the tender, careful pecks she’d grown accustomed to from her boyfriend, who treated her as though she might break at the slightest pressure.

Ross was different. There was no hesitation, no delicate restraint—he touched her as though he had every right to, as though she belonged entirely to him.

His mouth moved over hers with a confidence that left her reeling, his tongue tangling with hers in a heated rhythm that made her toes curl.

At the same time, his hands were everywhere—firm, relentless, exploring every inch of her body without apology.

They traced her sides, cupped her breasts over her dress, slid down her back with a possessiveness that made her heart slam in her chest.

He was crossing lines her boyfriend had never dared to, and it terrified her how much her body was responding.

A deep, burning heat spread through her, pooling low in her belly.

She could feel her pulse in places she didn’t think possible, each beat making her more aware of just how much she was melting in his arms.

His touch was intoxicating, his caresses skillful, almost maddening in their precision.

Every stroke of his fingers seemed to strip away another layer of her resistance.

”Hmmmmp!” Laura gasped when one of Ross’s hands slipped boldly beneath her dress, the heat of his palm searing her through the thin fabric of her panties.

His grip was firm, kneading her ass with a hunger that made her knees threaten to buckle.

Her breath hitched, her back arching ever so slightly into his touch before she could stop herself.

But Ross didn’t stop there.

His fingers moved with intent, tracing the curve of her ass, mapping it as if memorizing every contour.

Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, he slipped past the waistband of her panties.

The sudden contact of his bare fingers on her skin sent a shockwave through her, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle another moan.

His touch was mercilessly slow, his fingers gliding over the tight ring of her ass in a teasing circle before traveling downward.

Laura’s breath became shallow, her heart pounding in her ears as he inched lower, the anticipation building until it was almost unbearable.

Then, with an unhurried, deliberate slide, his finger grazed the tender folds of her pussy.

Even the briefest contact made her jolt, her body instinctively leaning into him as a tremor ran down her spine.

She could feel how hot and wet she had become, the shame of it mixing with a dangerous thrill she couldn’t deny.

The sensation was overwhelming—every nerve alight, every rational thought drowned out by the pounding rhythm of her heartbeat and the growing ache between her thighs.

Ross’s hand lingered there, teasing, exploring, as if he was savoring her reactions.

Laura’s mind screamed at her to push him away, to stop this before it went any further—but her body, traitorous and desperate, only wanted more.

Laura was lucky—or perhaps dangerously unlucky—that Ross’s finger stayed outside, never breaching the tender entrance of her virgin pussy.

Instead, it hovered just where it could undo her the most, circling and pressing against her clit with maddening precision.

Each movement was deliberate, slow enough to keep her teetering on the edge, fast enough to make her forget to breathe.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before—shocks of pleasure that seemed to start at the point of his touch and ripple outward, setting every nerve in her body alight.

Her thighs tensed instinctively, yet her hips betrayed her, tilting ever so slightly forward as if to invite more.

Heat spread through her in slow, intoxicating waves, pooling low in her belly until it became almost unbearable.

It didn’t take long before she was wetter than she had ever been in her life.

The thin barrier of her panties clung damply to her skin, and she could feel the slickness spreading with each teasing stroke.

Her moans spilled freely into Ross’s mouth, muffled by the kiss but impossible to hide.

She didn’t know pleasure could be this sharp, this consuming—each pulse of his finger felt like it was unraveling her from the inside out.