Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 477 Month

The sight of herself—panting, needy, her nipples stiff and abused—only made her feel dirtier, but instead of shame, all she felt was excitement.

She looked like a filthy slut, one who had abandoned all modesty, and somehow, that realization only made her hotter.

After what felt like forever, Ross finally pulled back. A mixture of relief and disappointment coursed through her as she watched him lift his hand, admiring how wet his fingers had become from her mouth.

But he wasnʼt done with her just yet.

Without a word, he raised his other hand, offering it to her expectantly.

Amy met his gaze, and something about the way he stared down at her—dominant, expectant, completely in control—made her thighs squeeze together.

She obediently parted her lips and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them just as eagerly as before.

This time, she moved even slower, dragging her tongue along each digit, making sure they were completely coated in her warm saliva.

She held eye contact the entire time, reveling in the way Rossʼs pupils darkened with lust as she worked.

She was pleasuring him in the simplest way possible, and yet it was thrilling.

The way he watched her, the way his breath hitched whenever her tongue flicked over his knuckles—it made her feel powerful in a way she never had before.

Ross let out a satisfied hum as he finally withdrew his hand.

”Perfect,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. ”Now you just need to suck one more thing.”

Amyʼs breath caught in her throat.

Ross shifted, sitting up on the bed, and she instantly knew what he meant. Anticipation curled in her belly like a tight coil, but even with how much she had been expecting this moment, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

Ross positioned himself perfectly on the bed, his back on the head board, and then his thick, heavy cock springing into view.

Amyʼs eyes widened in shock.

It was huge.

The sheer size of it was almost intimidating. It stood proudly, long, veined, and thick enough that her fingers wouldnʼt be able to wrap around it completely.

The flushed tip glistened slightly, a bead of precum forming at the slit, proof of just how aroused he was.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she stared, unable to tear her gaze away.

”Itʼs so big, Ross!” she blurted out, her voice a mixture of awe and nervous excitement.

She has seen it earlier but even now, Amy was still fearful of how absurdly huge Ross was.

She had never seen anything like it before. William, her boyfriend, had never once made her feel this level of breathless anticipation.

And now, as she sat there, her body trembling from both desire and hesitation, she realized just how much she wanted to please Ross.

She had never done this before—never taken a man into her mouth—but she had heard how much men loved it. How much they craved it.

And right now, with Ross watching her with that knowing smirk, she wanted nothing more than to satisfy him.

Amyʼs breath hitched as her gaze fixated on Rossʼs cock, utterly mesmerized by its sheer size.

It was both long and thick, the kind of size that seemed almost unreal, yet here it was, right in front of her, rigid and waiting.

Thick, pulsing veins ran along the impressive shaft, making it look even more intimidating, as if it were too big for any normal woman to handle.

The oversized head was flushed an almost angry shade of red, glistening faintly with precum, and even his balls were huge, hanging heavy and full with an undeniable promise of virility.

For a moment, she simply stared, completely overwhelmed.

No wonder Ross had almost two dozen wives.

It all made sense now. With something this magnificent between his legs, how could he not have a harem of women devoted to pleasing him?

He was probably always insatiable, his powerful, muscular body fueled by the raw masculine need to dominate, to claim.

Amyʼs throat went dry.

She swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away. Fifteen inches.

The number alone made her stomach flutter.

Even knowing Ross was a beast of a man, she hadnʼt expected this.

She had fantasized, of course—her mind had run wild the moment she decided to give herself to him—but this? This was something else entirely.

She couldnʼt help it. She wanted to touch it.

”Of course itʼs big,” Ross drawled, his voice laced with amusement.

”How else could I fuck you long, hard, and rough with a small dick?”

Amy barely registered his words.

Her mind was too fogged with need, her body moving on pure instinct.

For the past few minutes, she had been battling the overwhelming impulse to take him into her mouth, and now that she was face-to-face with his monstrous length, the craving became unbearable.

Her hands moved first.

Without thinking, she reached up, gathering her long hair into a messy bun, twisting it securely so it wouldnʼt get in the way.

Her fingers trembled slightly—not out of fear, but out of sheer anticipation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she leaned in.

The moment she got close, a fresh, clean scent filled her nose.

”Mmm…” Amy inhaled deeply, her breath coming out in a soft, appreciative moan.

She had expected a hint of sweat, some musky scent of raw masculinity—but instead, Ross smelled perfect.

Crisp. Fresh. Addicting.

The realization only made her want him more.

Women loved cleanliness more than anything, and Ross was flawless.

From his sculpted muscles to the sheer power radiating from his body, there wasnʼt a single imperfection to be found.

He was a god among men, and tonight, he was hers.

Her lips parted slightly, her tongue flicking out just enough to wet them.

She had to taste him.

Without hesitation, Amy leaned in further, her mouth opening as she prepared to take him in.

Her pulse pounded wildly, her heart racing in her chest as she finally, finally gave in to the desire that had been consuming her all night.

”Hmmmmm…”