Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Chapter 478 Fantastic
Amy tried, and the sheer size of Ross’s cock stunned her.

“It’s…it’s so big, I can’t even fit the head in my mouth!” she realized, the words tumbling out in a mixture of surprise and dawning fear. She worked at it, a desperate, almost frantic effort, but the fit was hopelessly tight.

“If I can’t even get it in my mouth, how am I supposed to handle this thing inside me?” A wave of apprehension washed over her, mingled with a growing, unfamiliar excitement. The fear intensified when Ross finally spoke, his voice a low, husky rumble.

“That’s enough, Amy. Let’s save that for later. For now, I want to feel you. Just feel you.” Ross said, his eyes intense, his gaze holding hers. Five agonizing minutes of Amy’s futile attempts had passed, each one highlighting the stark contrast between the size of his cock and her relative inexperience.

“Ross, I don’t think I can take this. I… I’d love to, but…” Amy stammered, backing away, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

“Shhh… no buts. It’ll only hurt for a little bit. Mouths and pussies are different. Trust me. You’ll be stretched, opened, and you’ll want more than anything for this to happen. You’ll love the way it feels inside you, you’ll crave it. A few times of this, and you’ll be begging for more.” Ross’s voice was seductive, almost hypnotic. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her skin.

Amy hesitated, the fear still present but now battling with a burgeoning curiosity, a yearning for the unknown.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, bracing herself for the inevitable. The sheer size of his cock, the way it filled her vision, was a stark reminder of the unknown territory she was about to enter.

Ross held his fifteen-inch monster cock, and Amy closed her eyes. She couldn’t quite visualize the penetration, the sheer force of it. She expected a forceful thrust, a brutal entrance, but she was wrong.

Instead, Ross took his time. He teased her, his cockhead circling her wet slit, the tip gently brushing against her clitoris. The sensation was intense, a wave of heat washing over her. It was exquisite.

He didn’t rush; instead, he allowed her to adjust, to become familiar with the burgeoning sensation. Any other man might have rammed it in, but Ross was a connoisseur of pleasure, an artist of intimacy.

This slow, deliberate approach, this gentle exploration, eased her apprehension considerably.

“Ahhh…” Amy moaned, a low sound of pleasure escaping her lips. Ross’s cockhead, now consistently brushing against her clitoris, sent shivers down her spine.

He continued to tease her, his movements deliberate and slow, drawing her deeper into the intoxicating dance of anticipation.

He wasn’t rushing her into anything, instead, he was guiding her towards the ultimate peak. The anticipation built, a slow crescendo that promised a release of overwhelming pleasure.

And in that moment, as Ross’s cockhead danced against her clitoris, Amy knew she was ready for more than she ever imagined she could be.

Ross’s touch, his gaze, his very presence, had built a fire within Amy. He teased her, tantalized her, escalating the tension until it pulsed like a trapped animal within her.

He made her ready, completely and utterly, until Amy herself couldn’t bear the suspense any longer.

“Ross, I want you. Please, fuck me already. Make me your woman. I want to be your bitch. Yours. Alone.” Amy’s voice, a raw, desperate whisper, filled the room with the intensity of her desire.

Ross merely smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. The smile held a promise, a dark, intoxicating promise of pain and pleasure, of domination and surrender.

“As you wish,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. Holding his massive cock, a testament to the primal power he commanded, he pressed its enormous head directly against the entrance of her pussy.

The lips parted, almost eagerly, to accommodate the massive invader, the exquisite anticipation a prelude to the storm to come.

And then, with a final, deliberate thrust from his hips, Ross plunged deep into her.

The impact reverberated through her, a shockwave of sensation that sent tremors through her entire being.

“Ohhhhhh…” Amy gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure, of fear and exhilaration, swirling within her.

A gasp, then another, a low moan escaping her lips as the raw power of Ross’s thrusts began to tear at her in ways she had never imagined.

“Ahhh…”

“Uggghhh…”

“Oh my god, Ross! It’s…it’s too big! It’s really too big!” Panic flared in her eyes, but beneath the fear, a wild, untamed desire throbbed.

The sheer size of him inside her, the way her pussy stretched, widened, deepened around his massive girth, was a revelation. It was like a foreign landscape, a world she was rapidly exploring, the limits of her body constantly being redefined.

Only halfway in, but she felt something precious, something fragile, tearing within her, a delicate membrane surrendering to the encroaching power.

Ross, sensing her distress, paused, his eyes locked on hers.

“You’re doing good, Amy. Just a little bit more, okay?” His voice was a soothing balm over the raw pain, a whisper of encouragement that sparked a renewed surge of desire.

Amy took several deep, shuddering breaths, her body trembling, but she nodded. Her will, her fear, her desire, were all intertwined in a complex dance.

“Good. Here’s more.” He whispered, his words laced with a dangerous intensity. With a powerful, deliberate slam, he drove his cock all the way home.

“BANG!”

The impact was brutal, a shockwave of sensation that sent sparks of ecstasy and agony coursing through her. Amy was completely unprepared for the unexpected, forceful entry.

“Ahhhh!” Amy cried out, a sharp, pained cry that quickly morphed into a gasp of pure ecstasy. Looking down, she was utterly shocked. Her pussy had somehow, miraculously, swallowed the entire length of Ross’s cock, pulling it deep into her core.

The size, the power, the pure weight of him inside her was overwhelming, yet somehow, strangely, comforting. It was a profound, undeniable connection, a merging of bodies and souls, of pain and pleasure, of fear and surrender.

Her body, a temple, now held the sacred monument of his strength and desire.

And in that moment, she understood. This wasn’t just sex; it was a journey into the unknown, a dance with the boundaries of her own body. This was her initiation, her awakening.