Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ahhhh…"

"Ahhhh…"

"Ahhhh…"

Natalie's soft moans escaped her lips, muffled by Ross's demanding kiss.

She clung to him, her breaths quick and shallow, as though her very air had been stolen by the storm of sensations coursing through her body.

Nervousness and fear clashed with an overwhelming tide of lust, making her tremble in his arms.

This was unprecedented. Ross had always been bold, but never here, never at school.

From whispered conversations with the other girls, Natalie had learned he was oddly disciplined when it came to maintaining boundaries on campus. He never crossed the line in a place so public, so risky.

But now? Now, he was breaking all his rules.

The thought sent a rush of adrenaline through Natalie, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

She wanted to question him, to ask why, but her words were lost the moment his hands began to explore her body. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against hers with a fervor that left her dizzy.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Ross's hands moved to the hem of her shirt. With practiced ease, he tugged it upward, exposing her smooth, pale skin.

His fingers brushed over her sides, igniting sparks wherever they touched. The shirt came off in one fluid motion, followed quickly by her bra.

Natalie gasped as the cool air met her bare skin. Her full, supple breasts were revealed, their softness now completely exposed to Ross's gaze and touch.

"Beautiful," Ross murmured, his voice husky and low, as if speaking to himself rather than her.

His hands moved immediately, cupping her breasts with a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. His touch was firm yet gentle, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples with deliberate precision.

"Ahhh… Ross…" Natalie moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and disbelief.

Ross didn't reply, but his actions spoke volumes. He leaned in, his lips leaving hers to trail kisses along her jawline and down the curve of her neck.

Each kiss was slow, deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Natalie's head tilted back instinctively, granting him better access. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk as her body betrayed her completely, arching into his touch.

Every nerve in her body felt alive, hypersensitive to his every move.

Her breaths quickened, matching the rhythm of his hands as they explored her. He kneaded her breasts gently at first, then with increasing fervor, his fingers teasing and coaxing moans from her lips.

His tongue flicked against her collarbone, sending another jolt of pleasure straight through her pussy.

Natalie's thoughts were a blur. She knew this was risky—reckless, even. The classroom doors were locked, but the idea that someone could try to enter at any moment only added to the thrill.

"Ross…" she whispered again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.

Ross finally pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. There was no hesitation in him, no doubt, only raw confidence and desire.

"You're incredible," he said, his voice deep and filled with admiration.

Natalie's cheeks flushed even deeper. She wanted to respond, to say something, but Ross silenced her with another kiss, this one even more passionate than the last.

His hands moved to her waist, lifting her slightly so that she was perched fully on the edge of the desk.

She gasped again as he leaned in closer, his body pressing against hers. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and she felt herself being swept away entirely.

Her moans grew louder as Ross continued his exploration, his hands sliding lower, teasing her in ways that left her breathless.

Every touch, every kiss, seemed to push Natalie further into a state of pure bliss.

The world outside the classroom faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of them locked in this moment of unbridled passion.

When Ross grew tired of her lips, his kisses began a deliberate descent, trailing down Natalie's neck and collarbone.

The warm, wet press of his lips sent shivers racing across her skin, leaving her gasping in anticipation. His hands, firm yet gentle, steadied her trembling body as he claimed her with unrelenting focus.

His journey didn't stop until he reached her full, luscious breasts, which rose and fell rapidly with her uneven breaths.

Natalie's hardened pink nipples stood at attention, aching for his touch. Ross didn't make her wait.

With one hand, he cupped one supple mound, kneading it with a reverence that made Natalie moan softly. His fingers found her sensitive peak, teasing it with slow, deliberate pinches and rolls.

At the same time, his lips closed around her other nipple, his tongue flicking across it with a skill that made her entire body tremble.

"Ahhh… Ross…" Natalie whimpered, her voice heavy with need.

She gripped his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her chest pressed forward, offering herself fully to his hungry mouth and eager hands.

The sensation of his warm lips on her sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure racing through her, making her arch her back instinctively.

Her moans grew louder, filling the classroom with a symphony of her surrender. Her breasts, so soft and impossibly large, seemed to envelop Ross completely, their bouncy fullness pressing against his face.

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He cherished every inch of her, lavishing her with a devotion that left Natalie breathless.

His tongue swirled and teased, flicking against her hardened peaks before he sucked them deeply into his mouth, drawing moans that seemed to echo off the classroom walls.

Natalie's body responded to him with unrestrained fervor. Her legs shifted restlessly, her thighs squeezing together as her arousal intensified.

Her nipples, now wet and glistening from his attention, throbbed with a delightful ache, sending waves of heat coursing through her.

"More… please…" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clung to him.