Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Chapter 439 Stone
Magnanimous as he was, he had no issue indulging her little scheme. After all, it was already too late for her to escape his notice.

His gaze drifted to her face, studying every shift in her expression.

Rachel, for all her training and experience, was struggling to mask her shock.

Her lips were slightly parted, her breath just a fraction uneven.

She had expected many things tonight, but this—this—had caught her completely off guard.

Ross smirked, watching as she tried to compose herself, her mind racing to regain control of the situation.

The question was—would she back out now?

Or would she take the next step?

Rachel let out a soft, sultry laugh, tilting her head slightly as she gazed up at Ross.

Her red lips curled into a playful smirk before she dragged the tip of her tongue across them—slow, deliberate, enticing.

“Indeed, yours is plenty impressive, Ross,” she purred, her voice like warm honey.

“Your wives are lucky to have this big boy to play with.”

She was a master of seduction, and right now, she was putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar.

Her hands moved with practiced grace, running along the length of Ross’s thick, heavy cock.

Her fingers traced every vein, mapping the sheer size of him as though committing it to memory.

Her touch was slow but deliberate, an expert’s caress that promised pleasure without giving too much too soon.

She knew how to build anticipation, how to make a man crave more.

She didn’t rush.

She savored the moment, maintaining eye contact as her hands worked their magic.

And soon enough, her efforts bore fruit.

Ross responded, his cock stirring to life beneath her careful ministrations.

Thickening, hardening, growing impossibly larger in her grasp.

Rachel kept her expression composed, but internally, she was recalculating everything.

No matter how much experience she had, no matter how many operations she had undertaken, nothing had quite prepared her for this.

This was… beyond expectations.

But she was a professional. And professionals never faltered.

So she leaned into the role, her fingers continuing their slow, appreciative strokes.

***

“…”

Just beyond the thin walls of Rachel’s condo, Jimmy sat in a darkened room, his entire body wound tight with tension.

His fingers were clenched into fists, his jaw locked so hard it ached.

Through the hidden surveillance feed, he watched every second of what was happening between his wife and Ross Oakley, and the sight made his blood boil.

This wasn’t their first undercover mission.

Far from it.

Jimmy and Rachel had been partners for years—both in the field and in life.

They had infiltrated criminal organizations, dismantled syndicates, taken down men who thought themselves untouchable.

And time and time again, Rachel had used her beauty as a weapon, getting close to targets in ways that Jimmy never could.

He had accepted it.

Or at least, he told himself he had.

But no matter how many times he watched Rachel work, no matter how many times he reminded himself that it was all an act, the jealousy still gnawed at him like a rabid dog.

His only comfort was that, despite all their missions, not a single target had ever succeeded in fucking Rachel.

She was too skilled, too disciplined.

Hell, Jimmy wasn’t even sure he could beat Rachel in hand-to-hand combat unless he managed to sucker punch her first.

She was trained to handle herself.

She knew how to manipulate, how to bait, how to escape.

But none of that changed the fact that he was still forced to sit here and watch another man touch his wife.

His teeth ground together, his eyes locked onto the screen, his breath slow and measured.

Stay focused. Stay professional.

But as Rachel’s hands continued working their magic on Ross, Jimmy felt something ugly coil in his gut.

For the first time, he wasn’t sure if she was playing the role.

Or if Ross Oakley was just that much of a threat.

His 15 inch cock sure looked threatening to the extreme!

***

“Yes, they are—and soon, you will be too,” Ross promised, his voice deep and authoritative. His dark eyes burned with intensity as he leaned in closer.

“You’ll know exactly what it feels like to be stretched and filled by my thick, fat, long cock, Rachel.”

A shiver ran down Rachel’s spine at his words. She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as desire curled in her belly.

“Oh… I can’t wait for that to happen,” she murmured breathlessly, her voice trembling with anticipation.

She kept up her act, but the truth was, it no longer felt like acting. The heat in her body was real. The ache between her legs was real.

She shifted her focus to him, her delicate fingers wrapping around his heavy length.

As she slowly began stroking him, she gasped in shock.

Even with both hands, she could barely contain his sheer girth.

This is impossible… Her heart pounded at the realization.

Her breathing quickened, her arousal betraying her.

She felt lightheaded, drunk on his presence alone.

But more than anything, it was his scent that overwhelmed her senses—the same scent she had noticed earlier on their date.

It was intoxicating, uniquely Ross. A heady blend of masculine musk and something else, something primal.

Was it his cologne? Or just his natural scent?

She had no idea, but it ignited something deep inside her, something raw and needy.

And now, with his thick cock throbbing in her hands, that arousal exploded.

Heat pooled low in her belly, and she could feel the wetness seeping from her core, soaking through her panties.

Her pussy clenched in response, aching with need, desperate for him.

She had never felt like this before—never this insatiable, this hungry.

Biting her lip, she tightened her grip around him, moving her hands in slow, teasing strokes, watching his reactions.

His muscles tensed, his breath hitching slightly, but his composure remained firm.

The thought sent another jolt of excitement through her.

How much could he take? How long before she broke him?

She wanted to test his control. To push him.

Looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, she whispered, “Ross… I need you. I want you to come for me. Hard.”

She didn’t just want him—she needed him. The ache between her legs was unbearable, her body pleading for his touch, for his cock.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, her thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to relieve the growing tension.

But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until she had him inside her.

She licked her lips, stroking him a little faster now, watching his jaw clench.

She loved this—loved the power she had over him in this moment.

But little did she know that the second he decided to take control, she’d be utterly at his mercy.

She would realize this truth very soon.