Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Chapter 273 Smaller Side
Ross couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction, knowing he had played a part in bringing her to such an exquisite height of pleasure.

Her flushed face, the delicate rise and fall of her chest, and the lingering tremble in her body were all proof of the intensity of the moment.

Iris’s breathing was deep and uneven, each breath more erratic than the last, a clear sign of how explosive her experience had been at his hands.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if the weight of the sensations was still settling within her.

Ross couldn’t help but watch, captivated by the way she responded to him, knowing that no one had ever been able to bring her to this level before.

“What a remarkable taste, Iris. Your husband is truly missing out on an exquisite experience. To not appreciate the exquisite tightness and responsiveness of your body… it’s a tragedy. If I were him, I’d be inside you every day, ensuring your body received the attention it clearly craves, the pleasure it so desperately desires.” Ross’s words were laced with a cruel amusement, a calculated cruelty that seemed to draw pleasure from Iris’s vulnerability.

He found her reaction, the raw power of her release and the immediate, overwhelming shame that followed, utterly fascinating. He savored the display of her weakness, the exhibition of her desire.

He found it a fascinating study of human nature.

“It’s time for you to serve me as well, Iris,” Ross said after a brief silence, his voice calm yet firm. Iris peeked out from behind her arms, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she looked at him.

Her blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light, and her long, blonde hair, now tangled and scattered around her, only added to her natural beauty, making her seem even more captivating.

Ross studied her for a moment, noticing the way her breath was still uneven, how her body trembled slightly, and how her gaze lingered on him.

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly, but his words remained steady and deliberate.

“Did you think that all I wanted was a passive, unresponsive doll? Someone who doesn’t feel or move? If that were the case, I could have easily gone out and bought a simple toy to fulfill that need for the night.”

He stood up slowly and sat back on the bed, the mood shifting as he relaxed, waiting for Iris to gather her thoughts and respond. There was an air of expectation now, but also a hint of patience, as if he were giving her the time to decide how to proceed.

Iris clenched her jaw and remained silent. She had no desire to engage in conversation with him, to acknowledge his words or presence any more than was necessary.

She slowly rose, her body still tingling from the intense pleasure, the effects beginning to recede to a more manageable level. The sensation had been overwhelming, unlike anything she could remember.

A part of her felt uneasy, unsure if anyone else had ever been able to make her feel this way, or if Ross might have been the only one capable of igniting such an explosive reaction in her.

A feat that her husband likely failed to achieve in their marriage.

“I can do this,” Iris muttered under her breath, trying to gather the courage to face the difficult task that lay ahead. She felt a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach, but she forced herself to focus.

Her eyes moved over to the young man sitting before her, his figure partially obscured by a thick blanket that covered his body. The sight of him made her hesitate, but she knew she had no choice.

Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body obeyed the task before her.

Her hands moved, though her fingers trembled slightly at first. Despite the tension building within her, they moved with purpose and precision, each motion performed with careful intent.

She focused on the sensation of the soft, rich fabric beneath her fingertips, using it as a distraction to calm the rising wave of uncertainty in her chest.

As she gently tugged the expensive blanket away from his body, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She wanted to pull back, to stop, but the task was already set in motion, and she had no choice but to continue.

With each movement, her mind tried to shield her from the fear creeping into her thoughts, her hands working steadily as the blanket fell away, revealing more of him.

She had no illusions about what she would find, but it didn’t make the moment any easier.

As her fingers found their mark, her breath hitched slightly, and the reality of what lay before her settled in with unsettling clarity. Ross’s cock size was staggering, perfectly in line with his enormous muscled stature.

Although they almost had the same height but the sheer muscles on Ross’s body was absolutely impressive!

More than that, there was another more impressive asset on his body right now.

His manhood was already rock hard, a monstrous fifteen inches in length and thick enough that even with both hands, Iris could barely wrap her fingers around it.

Her face flushed involuntarily, a pink hue coloring her cheeks as she tried to steady her thoughts.

The sheer size of him was overwhelming, and it stirred an uncomfortable mix of emotions in her—fear, anxiety, and a deep sense of violation.

Iris was shocked, unable to believe that men could grow to such a size. She had only been with one man and her inexperience showed at this time.

Still, she kept her face carefully blank, her eyes downcast as she worked. No matter how helpless she felt, she couldn’t afford to let her emotions show.

Still, Ross could read her easily, as if she were an open book.

“Why the surprise, Iris?” he asked, clearly amused. “Is your husband not this size? Perhaps he’s on the smaller side?”