Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 989: Chapter 989 Unit

Jennifer’s own body responded despite her attempts at control; she felt herself growing hotter, wetter, more alive than she had in years.

Ross’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and commanding, and Jennifer felt a shiver run down her spine.

The intensity of his gaze, combined with the raw power of his body, made her heart pound and her mind spin.

She knew, in some deep, undeniable part of herself, that she was in over her head—and yet, a dangerous thrill ran through her.

Every instinct told her to run, but every inch of her body screamed to stay.

He leaned closer, letting his hands trace the curves of her body as his lips hovered near her ear.

His touch was firm, purposeful, teasing, and Jennifer felt herself trembling again.

”You feel that, don’t you?” he whispered, voice low, seductive.

”You’ve been holding back... denying yourself... but I can feel it. Every gasp, every shiver... you want to be conquered.”

Jennifer’s mind swirled with conflicting emotions.

Shame, excitement, fear, and desire battled within her.

She wanted to resist, wanted to reclaim her composure, but her body—the part of her she had tried to lock away for years—responded anyway.

She was trembling, panting, desperate, and utterly captivated by him.

Every touch, every movement, every whispered word drew her further into a haze of need and anticipation, leaving her frozen yet craving more.

Ross didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance between them on the bed, his hands immediately finding the edges of her dress.

With deliberate speed, he tore through the fabric, and in less than thirty seconds, Jennifer was completely exposed.

The sight of her bare body stole his breath for a moment—every curve, every contour, every inch of skin radiating a potent mix of maturity and raw sensuality.

He took his time, letting his eyes roam over her, drinking in the details.

Jennifer was like a more sophisticated, intoxicating version of Nina.

Her golden hair, now scattered wildly across her shoulders from their earlier heated kisses, framed her face and accentuated the subtle flush on her cheeks.

Her breasts were fuller, heavier, swaying slightly as she adjusted beneath him, begging for his touch.

He could see the smooth expanse of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips, and the soft, tantalizing swell of her thighs.

When his gaze finally drifted lower, he caught sight of her glistening pussy.

The heat of her desire, already sparked by his earlier ministrations, shone in the damp sheen on her folds.

The healthy pink of her pussy lips, parted slightly, called to him in a way that made his cock throb even harder.

He could almost imagine how wet she must be deeper inside, and the thought made his pulse spike.

Jennifer’s breathing was shallow, uneven, and Ross could hear the small, startled gasps she tried to stifle.

Her body was alive under his scrutiny, every nerve ending seemingly tuned to his touch.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a searing kiss, tasting the faint remnants of her earlier shudders.

His hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her curves, squeezing and teasing, and she responded with small moans that only fueled his hunger.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ross positioned himself above her.

Slowly, deliberately, he let himself hover, giving her a moment to adjust to his presence, to feel the weight of him and the press of his growing desire.

Her hands found his shoulders, gripping them tightly, and he could feel her tremble beneath him.

Then, without another word, he sank into her, claiming her body with the raw, unrelenting force of his desire.

Jennifer gasped, arching into him, her fingers digging into his skin as he moved with a hunger that left no room for doubt—he intended to make her completely, irrevocably his.

”Ohhhhhh...” Jennifer’s moan was long and trembling, escaping her lips in a way that made her own heartbeat skip.

Her pussy was stretched impossibly wide around Ross’s enormous cock, each inch of him pressing her further than she had ever imagined.

The fullness was overwhelming, and a sharp sting of pain laced the edges of her pleasure.

She knew, with a sinking thrill, that there was no turning back now—he was deep inside her, claiming her entirely, and all she could do was beg.

”Please... Ross... go slower... be gentle... please...” she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and desire.

”You’re so... so big...” Her words trembled as much as her body.

She was painfully aware that Ross’s cock was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before—she estimated it to be a full fifteen inches, thick and unyielding, stretching her in ways that left her breathless.

Taking it all in was a task she wasn’t sure she could endure, yet the fact that Ross didn’t hesitate, didn’t pause, made her feel an intoxicating mixture of fear and longing.

The sensation of being completely filled, of having him press deeper and deeper into her, was a storm of sharp pleasure and consuming pressure.

Every thrust made her pussy clamp around him, every movement igniting waves of heat that spread from her core straight through her body.

Jennifer’s mind began to wander, reflecting on past experiences—or rather, the lack of them.

She had always been elusive, too sharp, too demanding, perhaps too intimidating for any man to truly dare to take her.

But Ross... Ross was different. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate.

He simply took what he wanted, and that decisive, unflinching dominance made her body betray her in ways no other man ever had.

The contrast was intoxicating.

”Ohhh... fuck...” she gasped again, arching into him as his cock pressed even further inside her.

She was already impossibly full, yet he continued to push, drawing more of himself into her tight, trembling pussy.

Pain and pleasure collided in a dizzying, almost unbearable way, and she found herself clinging to the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling with tension she could neither escape nor resist.

Each thrust was deeper, heavier, claiming her as if her very body belonged to him.