Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1039: Chapter 1039 Login

A single glance was enough to make Ashley’s heart skip a beat and her stomach twist in a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Oh my god... how is this even possible?!" she thought, panic and excitement mingling in a dizzying rush.

She felt her pulse spike, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as the realization hit her fully.

Even at a glance, the difference was undeniable.

Her husband Lyric had always been well-endowed—15 inches, thick and powerful—but Ross... Ross was on an entirely different level.

Sixteen inches long, thicker, more commanding in presence, and impossibly fat and thick.

The sheer size of him made her feel small and fragile in comparison, and a wave of heat spread through her that she couldn’t suppress.

Ashley’s mind swirled with conflicting emotions.

Part of her was horrified, knowing that what she was seeing was forbidden and impossible to resist.

Another part of her was trembling with anticipation, unable to look away from the sheer perfection of him.

Every inch of Ross exuded dominance, strength, and virility, and she couldn’t deny the pull it had on her body.

Ashley would never know that Ross had deliberately made this distinction between his Lyric persona and his true self—and that it was only for her.

Of all the women he had been with—or could ever be with—Ashley was being given something unique.

Something exclusive. She would be the only one to experience him fully, to know what it felt like to be with a man whose size, power, and skill were beyond anything she had ever imagined.

A full 16 inches giant cock only for her to enjoy.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Her body betrayed her, responding despite her guilt and grief.

Heat pooled in her cunt, her nipples tingled, and she felt a trembling in her thighs that she couldn’t suppress.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to remember Lyric, to mourn him properly—but her body ignored her, captivated and drawn to Ross in a way that both thrilled and terrified her.

Ashley’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to reconcile the impossible mix of fear, grief, and desire.

She felt simultaneously guilty for even noticing, and desperate to feel, to touch, to experience this new reality that Ross offered her.

The thought lingered, teasing her, torturing her, and sparking a need inside her that she had never known could exist.

She shivered, breathless, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again once she crossed this line.

Ashley’s hands gripped the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She felt herself caught between fear and desire, mourning and temptation.

Every nerve in her body was alive, every shiver and pulse magnified by the alcohol lingering in her system, by the allure of Ross’s proximity, by the undeniable chemistry crackling between them.

She knew she should stop him. She wanted to.

Her mind whispered reminders of her grief, of the husband she still loved, of the morality that screamed at her to pull away.

But her body betrayed her at every turn—responding to the heat of him, the perfection of him, the undeniable dominance and magnetism that radiated from him.

For a long moment, the room was silent, the tension almost unbearable.

Ross’s eyes never left hers, and Ashley felt herself trembling—not just from fear or lust, but from the impossible, dizzying mixture of both.

She realized, with a mixture of dread and anticipation, that she might not be able to resist him at all.

When Ross kissed Ashley again, he knew that it was game over.

"Hmmm..." Ashley moaned, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

She could feel herself getting wet, her arousal building with each passing second.

She kissed him back, her hands roaming over his body, exploring the hard planes of his muscles.

Ross’s hands were busy, working to undress her, his fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping, pulling fabric away until she was naked as the day she was born.

Ross took only a minute, and Ashley was already bare before him, her body exposed and vulnerable.

He smiled, his eyes roaming over her delicious curves, taking in every inch of her beauty.

He had seen her beauty many times as Lyric, but now, seeing her in the flesh again, he knew he would never get tired of how stunning she was.

Her big boobs looked full and ripe, her pink, enticing nipples already hard and ready for his touch.

Ross did not waste time. He dipped low, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

His other hand found its way to her other breast, squeezing and kneading, his touch firm yet gentle, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain from Ashley.

"Ohhhhh... be gentle, Ross," Ashley moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

Yet, she moved her bosom closer to his hands, freely offering herself for more of his wild foreplay, her body craving the intensity of his touch.

Ross’s mouth and hands worked in tandem, his tongue flicking and sucking, his fingers teasing and squeezing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Ashley’s body.

A few minutes later Ross wanted more of what Ashley has to offer.

His hand stopped its exploration of her huge, delicate boobs and wandered lower, dipping into her folds.

He realized that Ashley was as wet as the ocean, her arousal evident and inviting.

She was more than ready to be mounted and taken, her body begging for his touch, his attention, his possession.

Ross’s fingers teased her entrance, circling and probing, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

"Ohhhhhh..." Ashley’s hips bucked, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.

Ross could feel her heat, her wetness, her readiness, and it only served to heighten his own desire.

He broke away from her nipple, his lips finding hers once more in a deep, passionate kiss.

His fingers continued their exploration of her tight cunt, sliding into her wetness, curling to hit that sweet spot that drove her wild.