Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 631 - Absolute

Brenda licked along his veiny shaft, kissed the underside tenderly, nuzzled his balls, lavishing them with careful attention, doing everything in her power to bring him over the edge.

Her moans vibrated softly against his skin, adding to the wet, lewd sounds that filled the heavy, charged air of the room.

Ross watched her intently, his smirk deepening. He wasn't just enjoying her skilled mouth—he was savoring her slow collapse, her crumbling pride, the raw, humiliating lengths she was willing to go to.

Minutes dragged by, each second feeling like an eternity.

Brenda's jaw began to ache, her arms trembled with effort, but she didn't dare slow down.

She couldn't afford to.

The threat Ross had made hung over her like a guillotine, and she would rather sacrifice herself a thousand times over than let him lay a finger on Colleen.

Her body betrayed her yet again—the longer she licked and sucked, the more she felt the dull, traitorous throb between her own thighs, a sick mixture of shame and unwilling arousal that she fought to ignore.

She told herself it was just physical, just a reaction to the situation—but the humiliation of knowing her body was reacting at all made tears prick the corners of her eyes.

Still, Ross showed no signs of nearing release.

He reclined comfortably, letting her work, every so often letting out a low chuckle that sent a shiver of humiliation racing through her. He

was in complete control. This was a game to him—a slow, methodical breaking of her spirit.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Then twenty.

Brenda's arms ached so badly she thought she might collapse, but she refused to stop.

She pushed herself harder, sucking him deeper, stroking him faster, massaging his balls with desperate expertise.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, her face glistening with effort and humiliation, but she pressed on.

Every now and then she risked a glance up at him, hoping for some sign, some twitch, some shift in his expression that would signal the end was near.

But Ross remained maddeningly composed, his smile lazy, his breathing steady.

He could last all night if he wanted. That horrifying realization crept slowly into Brenda's mind, tightening its grip on her heart.

If she couldn't make him come...

If she couldn't satisfy him herself...

There was no telling what he would do next.

Still, Brenda refused to give up.

Summoning every ounce of desperate strength she had left, she leaned forward and once again tried to take Ross's massive cockhead into her mouth.

Her lips stretched painfully around the girth, her jaw aching, but she gritted her teeth—figuratively—and pressed on.

She had made her choice. There was no turning back now.

Slowly, agonizingly, she worked the thick, flared head past her lips. It felt like her mouth might tear apart under the strain—like her jawbone might crack—but she didn't care.

She ignored the screaming protests of her body, ignored the humiliation burning in her chest.

Inch by inch, she pushed herself down until the heavy crown was lodged deep inside her throat.

Instantly, she began to choke.

"Gulk! Gulk!"

The crude, wet sounds echoed in the heavy, charged air of the room.

Each downward motion completely sealed off her airway, the monstrous girth blocking any hope of breathing.

Her throat spasmed, desperately trying to expel the intrusion, but Brenda fought her own body, forcing herself to endure it.

Her face turned a deep shade of red, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and her chest heaved in silent cries for air.

Still, she moved.

Up and down.

Over and over.

Every downward stroke drove the cockhead deep into her throat again, cutting off her oxygen, strangling her breath, making her head swim from lack of air.

She gagged violently, her body trembling uncontrollably, but she refused to let go.

Even when black spots began to cloud her vision, even when her stomach twisted in nausea and her mind screamed at her to stop, she persevered.

The taste of him filled her senses—hot, salty, masculine—and every time she pulled back, strings of thick saliva clung from her lips to his slick, throbbing shaft.

Her fingers dug into his thighs for support, nails pressing into the hard muscle as if grounding herself from collapsing.

Unbeknownst to her, her desperate efforts had caused small tears inside her mouth and lips.

Thin streams of blood mixed with the spit dripping from her chin, staining her beautiful face with raw evidence of her willingness to sacrifice everything.

Ross watched her, his golden eyes gleaming with a strange, feral amusement.

"Interesting," Ross mused silently, a dark smile tugging at his mouth.

Without a word, with a mere flicker of thought, he commanded his power—and in an instant, the torn tissues of Brenda's mouth were healed.

The blood vanished as if it had never been there. The burning pain dulled, replaced by a strange warmth that she barely noticed in her haze of humiliation and effort.

Ross was not so heartless as to ignore true dedication.

Among all the countless women who had tried to please him before, none had ever managed what Brenda was accomplishing right now.

None had endured so much.

None had managed to force his monstrous cock into their throat.

None had fought so fiercely against their own body just to satisfy him.

There was something almost... admirable about it.

Even Ross, cruel and merciless as he was, believed that rewards should be given where they were due.

And so, Brenda continued, her body betraying her with trembling exhaustion, her tears falling freely now, her chest tightening painfully as her lungs screamed for air.

Yet somehow, somewhere deep inside her, she found the strength to keep going.

Her head bobbed up and down in a steady, mindless rhythm, driven purely by willpower and desperation.

Minutes passed. Long, brutal minutes where Brenda lost all sense of time.

Her world narrowed down to the thick, veiny shaft filling her mouth and throat, the dizzying lack of oxygen, the shame soaking into her bones.