Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross shifted back slightly, drawing her attention downward.

"Look at the cock that's going to fuck your tight pussy."

Lillian's gaze followed his, and what she saw made her stomach tighten with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

His cock was enormous—long, thick, and impossibly hard, standing tall like a monument to his desire. Even in the haze of lust that she felt, she could see the veins clearly as it ran vigorously along its length, pulsing with life, and the way the tip glistened with arousal.

Her breath hitched, and her thighs instinctively pressed together. Could something so large even fit inside her?

The thought seemed absurd, almost impossible. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the steady thrum of excitement coursing through her body.

This was only the second man she had been with in her life. The first had been her late husband, whose touch she could barely remember now. Time had dulled those memories, leaving them faded and blurry.

One thing was certain, though—her husband had never possessed anything like this. Ross was larger, thicker, and far more commanding.

She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she felt a warmth pooling between her legs. She couldn't deny it anymore—her body had already surrendered to him.

She had been wet since they were on the sofa, her arousal building with every touch, every kiss. And now, lying beneath him, she felt as though she might drown in her own anticipation.

Ross's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he spoke again.

"You're so beautiful, Lillian," he murmured, his tone softer now, filled with genuine admiration. His words made her heart flutter, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the haze of desire.

She met his gaze, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and trust. Slowly, she nodded, her lips parting slightly as though to speak, but no words came out. Instead, her actions spoke for her.

She shifted her legs apart, just enough to signal her readiness, though her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the boldness of the gesture.

Ross's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of her lying there, bare and exposed before him. Her dark hair fanned out against the pillow like a halo, her flushed skin glowing in the warm light.

Every curve of her body, from her full breasts to the soft swell of her hips, seemed to invite him closer.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lillian's breath hitched again as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss that contrasted sharply with the passion of his earlier actions.

His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves with reverence, as though memorizing every inch of her.

As his lips trailed down her neck and his hands moved lower, Lillian closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely.

The moment was charged with a mix of anticipation, fear, and unbridled desire, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same after this night.

"You don't need to do that, Ross. You can just put it in right now," Lillian murmured, her voice shaky but filled with anticipation as she realized what Ross intended to do.

His lips had trailed down to her navel, and she knew it was only a matter of time before his tongue found her most intimate spot.

Her words stopped him in his tracks. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the clear desire to worship her body fully. But she wasn't ready for that—not yet.

Despite how wet and ready her pussy was, she felt too vulnerable, too overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

One should know that Lillian hadn't indulged in her body's needs for years. As a widow, her life had revolved entirely around work and raising her children.

With no man in the house, she had buried the desires of the flesh under a strict routine, keeping herself occupied with an active lifestyle that left no room for romance or intimacy.

Her body, though neglected in that sense, remained in excellent shape, her curves untouched and ripe for exploration.

"As you wish," Ross said softly, his voice tinged with both understanding and restraint. He wanted to take his time with her, to explore every inch of her, but he also didn't want to push her too far.

He had all night to show her just how much he adored her and he could always do more later. What mattered most was to fuck Lillian so thoroughly that she would even forget her name in the process.

Ross shifted back up, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands cupped her face tenderly, contrasting with the raw lust evident in his actions below.

As their tongues danced, he adjusted himself, positioning his cock at her entrance.

"Hmmmmppp!" Lillian moaned into his mouth as she felt the weight and heat of him pressing against her.

Her body tensed in anticipation, her pussy slick with arousal yet struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him. His cockhead was enormous—thick, hard, and impossibly wide.

It took several moments of gentle pressure before it even began to breach her tight opening.

"You're so fucking tight, Lillian," Ross groaned, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. His breath was hot and ragged as he continued his slow, deliberate push.

"How long has it been since this sweet pussy of yours has tasted cock?"

Lillian's cheeks flushed a deep red, both embarrassed and aroused by his blunt words. Her hands moved down to his hips, gripping him lightly as she struggled to adjust to his size.

"Years," she admitted breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's been so long, Ross. Much too long."

Hearing her confession, Ross's cock throbbed harder, a wave of possessiveness washing over him. He wanted to claim her, to make her forget every touch that had come before his.

But he forced himself to go slowly, not wanting to hurt her.