Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 399

Chapter 399: Chapter 399 Mole
Penny’s hands flew to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to pull him even closer.

“Ross… oh my God, Ross,” she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. Her thighs quivered against his shoulders as he held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved it.

Her love juices flowed freely, drenching his face as he worked her over with expert precision.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth devouring her mixed with her desperate cries, filling the room with the unmistakable sounds of raw passion.

But Ross didn’t stop; if anything, her reactions only spurred him on.

“Ross, I—I’m coming,” she cried out, her body arching off the bed as the pressure inside her built to an unbearable intensity. “I’m coming, Ross! I’m coming!”

This time, he didn’t pull back or tease her by stopping. Instead, his tongue worked faster, deeper, his movements relentless as he tongue-fucked her through her climax.

Her cries reached a fever pitch as the orgasm tore through her, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.

“Yummy,” Ross murmured, his voice muffled against her skin, his lips curling into a satisfied grin.

He didn’t pull away even as she squirted, her release soaking his face and dripping down his chin.

Instead, he licked her clean with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every drop.

Penny collapsed onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her entire body felt limp, her skin glistening with sweat.

She lay there, utterly spent, her mind clouded with a haze of bliss. But even as her body hummed with satisfaction, a seed of unease began to sprout in the back of her mind.

She couldn’t deny it anymore: Ross was too good. Too skilled, too commanding, too consuming.

The way he moved, the way he knew exactly how to touch her, how to drive her insane with pleasure—it wasn’t just satisfying; it was addictive.

And that thought terrified her.

Penny bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as a flicker of guilt wormed its way through her euphoria.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing, Asher,” she thought, her heart pounding in her chest.

The image of her husband flashed in her mind, his familiar face a painful reminder of the line she was crossing.

But even that guilt couldn’t extinguish the heat Ross had ignited within her. His touch lingered on her skin, his taste on her lips, his presence overwhelming her every thought.

The way he’d made her feel—alive, desired, worshipped—was something she hadn’t felt in years.

She opened her eyes to find Ross watching her, his face still glistening with her release, his dark eyes filled with amusement and triumph.

He reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face, his touch both tender and possessive.

“You’re amazing, Penny,” he said, his voice low and velvety, sending a fresh shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks flushed as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

She didn’t trust herself, not when her body was still craving more, not when her mind was already beginning to rationalize what had just happened.

Ross leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his tone sending a jolt of excitement straight to her core.

Penny’s breath hitched, her body responding despite the turmoil in her mind. She knew she should push him away, draw a line, remind herself of the vows she’d made.

But the memory of his tongue, the way he’d made her feel like she was the only woman in the world, was too intoxicating to ignore.

More than anyone else, it was her husband, Asher, who had allowed this to happen.

As Ross’s lips found hers again, claiming her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless, Penny knew she was already falling deeper into something she might never be able to escape.

They kissed deeply, their lips locked in a fiery, heated exchange that left Penny breathless. She clung to him, her fingers trailing over his shoulders and neck as his hands explored her curves.

Time seemed to stand still, the room filled with nothing but the sound of their mingled breaths and the rustle of sheets beneath them.

When Ross finally pulled back, his gaze bore into hers, dark and commanding.

“Say it,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate.

“And this time, make it convincing.”

Penny swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she nodded. The intensity in his eyes left no room for hesitation. She knew exactly what he wanted—a complete surrender, unfiltered and raw.

“Please… fuck me, Ross,” she said, her voice trembling but growing steadier as she continued.

“Fuck me with your big, fat cock. My tight pussy hasn’t been stretched in over a year, and it’s desperate for a real man like you to fill it.” Her words came out lewd and shameless, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Ross’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

“Perfect,” he said, his tone dripping with approval.

He shifted his weight, gripping his cock in one hand as he lined it up with her slick, waiting entrance.

Penny’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of him pressing against her, the sheer size of him making her heart race.

“Go slowly, Ross,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading.

“You’re… so much bigger than my husband.”

Ross didn’t reply, his focus entirely on the task at hand. He pressed forward, the broad head of his cock parting her folds inch by inch.

Her body instinctively tightened around him, her slick walls gripping him as though reluctant to let him go.

“Ross!” Penny cried out, a mix of pleasure and panic in her voice. Her hands flew to his chest, her nails digging into his skin as her mind suddenly caught up to her actions.

“Wait! We need a condom!”

The realization hit her like a lightning bolt, panic flashing in her eyes.

“I can’t—I can’t get pregnant by someone who isn’t my husband!”