Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 745 Rule

Instead, Tianna began to move.

Slowly at first, her strokes long and smooth, water and precum creating a slick slide under her grip.

She stared at it, watching how it responded, how it twitched with every touch.

And then, little by little, she lost herself in it again—her breathing quickened, her chest heaved, her thoughts drowned under waves of raw desire.

Ross let out a faint groan above her—deep, approving, restrained. That small sound sent a jolt through her spine.

And Tianna knew.

She wasn’t doing this because she had to anymore.

She was doing it because she wanted to.

Because something about Ross—his presence, his body, his raw power—made her feel like she was unraveling.

And in that moment, she wasn’t scared of it. She welcomed it.

Little did Tianna know, what she was experiencing wasn’t strange at all.

In fact, it was the only natural response her body could have when faced with a man like Ross.

Ross wasn’t just human anymore.

Not by a long shot. He had long crossed the threshold of what mortals could ever hope to become.

Stronger than gods, untouched by time, he was the closest thing to a divine being walking the earth—and his body, his aura, his very essence radiated with an overwhelming power.

A power that stirred something primal in women.

Even his seed—thick, potent, and fragrant—carried a pull unlike anything else.

It seeped into the air, into the skin, into the mind.

Just the scent of it could awaken a hunger in any woman, breaking down resistance, clouding reason, and replacing it with an aching need to submit.

To offer. To please.

And Tianna... was no exception.

She didn’t realize how easily she was being swept away.

Her mind should have been screaming at her—You have a boyfriend! He’s just outside! What are you doing?!

But that voice was barely a whisper now, drowned under the heavy scent of Ross’s cum and the pounding of her heart.

She breathed in deeply, letting it fill her lungs. "Hmmm..." The sound left her throat in a soft, dazed hum.

The fragrance wasn’t foul or off-putting. Quite the opposite—it was strangely addictive.

Earthy, masculine, powerful.

A scent that made her feel small and feminine and wanted all at once.

Kneeling before him, with warm water cascading down from above and her sexy undies clinging to her soaked, trembling body, Tianna felt entirely vulnerable... and yet more aroused than she had ever been.

Her hands returned to his cock, wrapping around the thick, pulsing length once more.

It was still so massive, so heavy in her grasp, and it twitched at her touch like it knew she was there to serve it.

She began to move again, slow, reverent strokes from base to tip, her fingers gliding over the veins and curves she was now growing familiar with.

But this time, it wasn’t enough.

This wasn’t just about him anymore.

Something in her core—something deep, burning, needy—wanted more.

She didn’t just want to bring Ross pleasure. She wanted to feel it.

She wanted to experience what it meant to be with someone like him.

Before she knew what she was doing, her lips parted, and she leaned forward. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Just one kiss, she told herself.

Her lips brushed against the thick shaft, warm and firm beneath her touch.

A soft gasp escaped her as her kiss lingered, longer than it should have.

Then she kissed again. And again.

Her mouth traced the path her hands had followed, placing soft, trembling kisses along the length of his cock like she was worshipping him—because in a way, she was.

It made no sense, yet it felt so right.

Her body was on fire.

Her nipples pressed stiffly against her drenched bra, each movement sending a spark down to the aching heat between her thighs.

Her panties were soaked through now—not from the water, but from her own arousal.

She could feel her wetness, slick and shameful, and yet she didn’t feel ashamed.

She felt needy. Desperate. Alive.

Ross remained still above her, watching silently, his gaze unreadable.

But his cock pulsed with approval, a subtle yet undeniable response to her every touch, every kiss.

She wanted to please him more.

She wanted to make him moan, to see him lose control, to make him need her the way she was beginning to need him.

What scared her most... was how easy it was to forget everything else. Her boyfriend.

Her promises. Her principles.

All of it was fading into the background.

All that remained... was Ross.

And her overwhelming desire to give herself to him.

In time, Tianna’s restraint completely unraveled.

Her actions grew bold, confident—almost hungry.

She no longer questioned what she was doing or why.

The logical part of her mind had long since been drowned beneath the relentless wave of Ross’s presence.

Her body moved on instinct now. Desire. Submission. Worship.

Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick veins, savoring the taste of his skin.

Every lick left a trail of warm, wet saliva that glistened under the stream of water falling from above.

She wanted to mark him with her mouth, to make him feel everything she was giving.

Her lips moved lower, and she took his balls into her mouth once more—gently, reverently.

They were heavy with need, and she licked and sucked with such care that Ross let out a low grunt above her, the sound vibrating through her bones.

It only made her work harder.

She moaned softly as she did it, letting her pleasure show, hoping he could feel it through every flick of her tongue.

Then, with her heart hammering and breath shallow, she lifted her gaze to his massive cock once again.

She had to try.

Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward, trying her best to take him in—but it was impossible.

He was too thick, too long.

Her jaw strained, her throat resisted, and after only a few inches, she had to pull back, gasping for air.

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