Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1056: Chapter 1056 Cloud

Miku tried to pull back, her body responding instinctively to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control in a situation that had spiraled far beyond her expectations.

But Ross’s lips followed her actions, his mouth never leaving her nipple, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her sensitive flesh.

His touch was firm and unyielding, his teeth grazing her skin with a teasing, tantalizing pressure that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, her nerves alight with sensation, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

With a firm, unyielding grip, he got one hand on her back, his fingers digging into her skin, forcing her to stay in place, his strength leaving no room for argument or escape.

Miku could feel the power in his touch, the dominance that radiated from him, a force that seemed to seep into her very pores, claiming her, owning her, bending her to his will.

She was at his mercy, her body and her mind subservient to his desires, her own needs and wants secondary to his satisfaction.

With such rash actions, Miku noted that she lost half her balance, her body tilting forward, her hips descending in an uncontrolled, uncontrolled way, her body moving with a mind of its own, driven by the primal, instinctual need to take him deeper, to feel him fully, completely, utterly.

The movement was sudden and unexpected, catching her off guard, leaving her breathless and trembling, her body responding to the intrusion with a mix of pleasure and pain that left her reeling.

She could feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock filling her completely, stretching her to her limits and beyond, her inner walls clinging to him, trying to adjust to his presence, to make sense of the sensations that flooded her being.

"Ahhhhh..." Miku moaned in defeat, the sound a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room, a testament to the intensity of her sensations, the sheer overwhelming nature of her experience.

She felt so stretched around Ross’s big, fat cock, her pussy clinging to him, her inner walls rippling and squeezing unconsciously, a response that was as involuntary as it was intense, her body trying to accommodate his size, to adjust to the intrusion, to make sense of the sensations that flooded her being.

The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless and trembling.

She was filled to the brim, her body stretched to its limits, her senses heightened, her nerves alight with sensation, her body and mind lost in a haze of ecstasy and agony, a state of being that was as exhilarating as it was terrifying, as liberating as it was constricting.

Miku could feel the weight of Ross’s gaze on her, his eyes roaming over her form, taking in every detail of her struggle and surrender, her body and mind bared to him, laid bare for his inspection and pleasure.

She was his to command, his to control, his to claim, and in that moment, she surrendered completely, her body and her will bending to his desires, her own needs and wants secondary to his satisfaction.

Miku would have wanted to pause, to catch her breath and savor a brief moment of relief, but Ross allowed her no such respite.

Every touch, every look from him left her trembling and unyielding.

His hands gripped her firmly, guiding her, insisting on a pace she could barely keep up with, while his eyes held that ruthless spark that promised no mercy.

"Come now, Miku," Ross teased, his voice low, sultry, and merciless.

"You need to be faster than this. Otherwise, it would take me a lifetime to finish—and by then, your husband Ace will have long starved... or worse, fallen to the undead."

"Ohhhh... you’re a monster, Ross! How I hate you!" Miku groaned, teeth clenched, frustration and desire twisting together in her chest.

Yet even as she spat out the words, her body betrayed her.

She rose, feeling herself mold perfectly to him, her inner walls clenching tightly around his massive cock as though craving every inch of him.

The pressure, the heat, the raw fullness—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly inescapable.

There was no time to linger, no space to prolong this exquisite torment.

Urgency surged through her veins, driving her forward, forcing her hips to move with a fervent rhythm that matched Ross’s relentless thrusts.

Every motion was precise, desperate, urgent—like her very life depended on it.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The wet, lewd sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, echoing off the walls, a relentless symphony of pleasure and lust.

Miku’s moans intertwined with Ross’s deep groans, creating a melody of raw, unrestrained desire.

Every thrust pressed her deeper, every hard, skillful motion made her inner walls tighten and pulse around him, driving her further toward the edge.

Her mind spun in a chaotic whirl of sensations.

She hated him for making her feel this way, for pushing her past her limits—but simultaneously, she couldn’t deny the fire he lit in her, the way every nerve in her body screamed for more.

Heat pooled in her cunt, spreading through her thighs, igniting her stomach, tightening her chest.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale mingling with lewd whimpers and desperate cries.

Ross’s hands roamed over her body with firm authority, one gripping her waist, the other trailing down her sides, kneading her hips, flicking over her trembling skin.

His mouth captured hers in fierce, demanding kisses, tongues colliding, teeth grazing, and pulling a shiver from deep inside her.

Every second felt endless, every motion intensified, a storm of sensation threatening to shatter her control completely.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together—the wet, rhythmic pounding—resonated through the room.

Miku’s body rocked with each thrust, her muscles quivering with the effort of matching him, riding him, surrendering to the madness of their union.

Her mind, her body, her very soul seemed to exist only in this moment, in the feel of him inside her, in the crushing, exquisite tension that made her head spin and her heart race.