Evil MC's NTR Harem

Finally, Lois' efforts were met with an explosive reward.

Ross shuddered and released himself in an overwhelming, uncontrollable torrent.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

The force of it was incredible, splattering over her hands, arms, and chest, soaking her completely.

Warmth dripped down her body, and the scent of him filled the air around them.

Lois's hair clung to her damp skin, her clothes plastered against her form, and she felt both astonished and strangely exhilarated at the sheer intensity of the moment.

Every drop was a testament to her effort, leaving her utterly drenched from head to toe, yet with a sense of triumph mingled with shock.

"Ohhh…" Lois stood up, trembling slightly as her body glistened, completely slick and covered from head to toe.

She instinctively reached for her bag, hoping to grab a handkerchief and wipe herself clean, but Ross's voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Don't. There's no need for that, Lois. Take your clothes off and come here," he ordered, his tone firm but commanding.

Lois froze, her mind racing. She thought of her boyfriend and a pang of guilt washed over her.

I'm so sorry… she whispered silently to herself.

But the urgency in Ross's voice left her with little choice.

Swallowing her hesitation, she took a deep breath and let her hands move, quickly but nervously, removing her top first, then her skirt, every piece of clothing falling away until only her underwear remained.

"Beautiful," Ross murmured appreciatively, his eyes lingering on her, making her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and heat.

"Lose them too," he said again, his voice low and insistent.

Lois's heart pounded in her chest, but she obeyed, starting with her bra.

Ding!

Her large breasts bounced freely for a brief moment, and she hastily covered them with her hands, cheeks burning, while glancing up at Ross, feeling exposed yet strangely exhilarated.

She hesitated a second, then slid her underwear down, letting it fall to the floor.

The cool air on her skin made her shiver, and she felt a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement, every nerve on fire.

Standing completely bare before him, Lois felt her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

She kept her eyes on Ross, waiting for his next instruction, a flurry of emotions—shame, anticipation, and an undeniable curiosity—coursing through her.

The room seemed to shrink around them, every sound amplified: the soft rustle of clothes, the rapid beat of her own heart, and the faint hum of tension that filled the space.

"And the other one. The last one," Ross said after a brief pause, his voice calm but commanding.

It was already too late for Lois to cover herself—he had long since had an unobstructed view of her generous curves.

Her face flushed as she shook her head in hesitation, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation racing through her.

But deep down, she knew she had little choice. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she let her panties slip down her legs and fall to the floor.

The cool air brushed over her most intimate places, revealing smooth, unspoiled skin and tight folds that no man had ever seen.

The realization made her heart pound harder—Ross now had access to every inch of her that even her boyfriend had never touched or seen.

A shiver ran through her body, part nerves, part excitement, as she felt completely exposed yet curiously empowered by the vulnerability.

"Perfect. Now, come here, Lois," Ross said softly, his voice like velvet, commanding without being harsh.

Lois obeyed, stepping closer, every nerve in her body alert.

She could feel the warmth radiating from him, the solid weight of him beneath her as she moved closer.

And the moment she was within reach, Ross pulled her fully into his lap.

Her wet, tender folds pressed against him, sending an electric shock through her body.

Relief washed over her briefly—she hadn't yet let herself fully embrace him, hadn't yet taken the final step directly onto him—but that relief was fleeting.

Ross's attention shifted, and she quickly realized he had a different target in mind, teasing her in ways that made her pulse race.

"Hmmmmm…" Lois gasped as Ross kissed her, the heat of his lips igniting a fire deep within her. His touch was deliberate, confident, and intoxicating.

Every movement, every caress, left her trembling.

She could feel herself melting against him, every shiver and moan betraying how utterly captivated she was.

Her thoughts swirled: awe, anticipation, desire, and the intoxicating awareness that Ross was a masterful lover, a seducer who knew exactly how to drive a woman wild.

Lois clung to him instinctively, her fingers brushing against his chest, her body arching slightly as he continued his ministrations.

The room seemed to shrink around them, filled only with the sound of their shared breaths and the soft rustle of skin against skin.

She realized with a mix of wonder and hunger that she was in the hands of someone who could push every boundary, someone who could make her forget herself entirely.

"Noooo…" Lois shouted in her mind, her inner protest barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat.

Her body, however, refused to listen.

Every brush of Ross's lips, every teasing touch, every subtle shift of his hands against her skin drew her closer to surrender, little by little, until resistance felt impossible.

She could feel herself unraveling under his touch, a slow, inexorable melting of control that left her trembling.

The air around them was thick with his scent—warm, masculine, intoxicating—and it seemed to seep into her pores, making her senses spin.

Every kiss he placed on her neck, every whisper of his lips against her skin, sent shivers racing through her, and the wetness pooling between her legs grew heavier by the second.

She knew, with a mix of horror and thrill, that she was completely drenched, her arousal dripping onto him, slick and uncontrollable.

A wave of embarrassment swept over her as she realized just how exposed she was, how utterly vulnerable.