Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 521 Swift

The intruder proceeded with the next step, her heart pounding in her chest.

With careful movements, she pulled away the blanket covering their bodies, exposing Ross’s sleeping form beneath her.

Holding her breath, she slipped off her nightgown, letting the fabric pool soundlessly on the floor.

The cool night air kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine, but she ignored it.

Slowly, she climbed on top of him, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his waist.

Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear but from anticipation.

She had waited so long for this moment, imagined it over and over in her mind, and now, with him lying so vulnerably beneath her, it was finally happening.

She carefully positioned herself just above his cock, the heat of her body melding with his.

Her breath hitched as she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his length, feeling the warmth and firmness in her grasp.

Her heart raced faster.

Holding him steady, she guided him to her entrance, hesitating for a brief moment as she hovered mere inches away.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to lower herself.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the head stretch her open, her body instinctively resisting the intrusion.

The unfamiliar pressure sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her, her nails digging into his chest as she struggled to adjust.

"Ahhh…" she moaned, biting her lower lip to keep from being too loud.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and intoxicating pleasure.

Then, just as she was about to push further, a sudden shift broke through the stillness.

Ross stirred beneath her, his body tensing slightly before his eyes fluttered open.

A groggy, confused expression crossed his face as he blinked up at her.

"Who…? Diane?" His voice was thick with sleep, his brows furrowing as he tried to process what was happening.

"What are you doing?"

Diane froze, her body taut with tension.

She had wanted to do this while he was asleep, to take her time and savor every moment without the awkwardness of explanations.

But now that he was awake, there was no turning back.

Swallowing hard, she met his gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

"Ross, I’m sorry, but I’m crazy for you," she whispered, her voice soft yet unwavering.

"I’ve been thinking about you since that day at the lake. I want this. I need this."

She searched his face for a reaction, her heart hammering in her chest. Would he push her away? Would he reject her?

Or would he give in to the same desire that had been consuming her for so long?

"This isn’t right, Diane. Your sisters will be here any moment. They’ll catch us," Ross said, his voice low but tense.

"No, they won’t. We have at least an hour," Diane replied with a knowing smile.

Ross narrowed his eyes. "How? Did you bribe the wedding planner or something?"

Diane’s grin widened, her expression filled with mischief.

She was undeniably beautiful, and the way she looked at him made his resolve waver.

His body betrayed him—his cock twitched inside her, still nestled at her entrance.

Sensing his reaction, Diane responded in kind, squeezing the head of his thick shaft.

The act sent a shudder through both of them, pulling a soft moan from her lips.

"Make me a woman, Ross," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

"I don’t care what happens next. I just want you to be the first."

She reached for his hands, guiding them to her chest, offering him her full, heaving breasts.

It was the first time any man had touched her like this, and she wanted it to be him—needed it to be him.

Ross’s hands moved instinctively, fingers exploring the softness of her flesh before finding her stiff, pink nipples.

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He gave them an experimental squeeze, then tugged, drawing a sharp gasp from Diane.

"Ahhh… ohhh… ughhh…" Her moans filled the room, lewd and uninhibited, as pleasure coursed through her.

Encouraged, she arched her back, thrusting her chest further into his hands, desperate for more of his touch.

At the same time, she started moving her hips, lifting herself slightly before lowering back down, adjusting to the intense stretch.

Every slow, deliberate motion sent sparks of pleasure through her, but she hesitated just at the edge, not yet daring to push past the thin barrier that still remained.

She wanted Ross to be the one to take her completely, to make her his—just as he had done with her mother and sisters.

Diane leaned down to kiss Ross bravely and the latter also responded in kind.

"Hmmmmm…"

The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a silvery hue over the two figures entwined on the bed.

The air was thick with anticipation, their breaths mingling as they drew closer.

For a few minutes, they had been lost in each other, their hands exploring, their lips meeting in heated kisses.

But now, Ross paused, his voice breaking the silence.

"Diane," he began, his tone firm yet tender, "you should know that if something happens between us tonight, I’ll take full responsibility for you. You’ll be mine, and I’ll marry you by December. I mean it." His hands, which had been caressing her curves, stilled for a moment as he looked into her eyes, searching for reassurance.

Diane’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing at his words. She had dreamed of this moment, of being with Ross in every way possible.

"Ross," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "if that’s your promise, then I’ll be the happiest girl on the planet. My sisters and I… we’ll all be together, just like we’ve always wanted. But right now, I don’t want to wait any longer. Please, Ross… I need you."

Ross’s lips curved into a soft smile, his eyes dark with desire.

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice low and husky.