Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 672

Chapter 672: Chapter 672 Poem
“Ahhhh…” Kristine gasped, her back arching slightly as Ross finally let his middle finger glide between her slick folds, pressing inward with slow, deliberate pressure.

Her body tensed and then trembled as he began to explore her depths, inch by inch.

He moved with confidence, knowing full well that she needed to be thoroughly prepared—his cock wasn’t something a woman could take without being stretched first.

Not even one as beautiful and secretly yearning as Kristine.

She whimpered softly, her breath catching, hands gripping the sheets beneath her as her thighs quivered.

Ross leaned in, watching her reaction with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, then pushed in a second finger.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned louder this time, eyes fluttering shut.

Her walls fluttered around his fingers, hugging them tightly, as if her body wasn’t sure whether to resist or surrender.

She let out another gasp, this one tinged with disbelief.

Ross’s fingers were thick, longer than she expected—longer than her husband’s, certainly—and she felt every bit of them pressing into places untouched.

Ross could feel everything.

The way her pussy clenched desperately around his digits, the warmth, the wetness—she was tight.

Tighter than she had any right to be, especially for a married woman.

But he knew why. Her husband clearly hadn’t satisfied her the way she deserved.

She hadn’t had any children yet, and her body was still fresh, untouched in the ways that truly mattered.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He watched her squirm, listened to the way she moaned with each slow thrust of his fingers.

He curled them slightly, stroking a sensitive spot that made her cry out and dig her nails into the sheets.

“Still so tight,” Ross murmured, more to himself than to her. “Perfect.”

Kristine bit her lower lip, her breathing uneven. Shame and arousal warred in her expression.

But her body betrayed her completely—hips rocking, legs spreading wider, silently begging for more.

Ross didn’t need to hear her say it. He could feel it.

And deep inside, he was already savoring the moment to come—the moment when he’d finally bury his monstrous cock inside her and make her his in ways her husband never could.

He wasn’t just going to stretch her.

He was going to break her in.

“Ahhhh…”

“Ohhhh…”

“Ugghhh…”

Kristine’s voice rang out in the quiet room, each moan growing louder, more desperate, as Ross continued to explore her with slow, deliberate precision.

Her thighs trembled on either side of him, her toes curling against the bedsheets.

Her fingers fisted the fabric beneath her, knuckles pale from the grip.

Her back arched involuntarily as the pleasure built and spread through her like fire licking at dry paper.

She was completely exposed beneath him, body flushed, skin damp with the sheen of arousal.

Her chest heaved, her nipples hard and aching, but none of that compared to the heat between her legs—where Ross had taken control.

And then he found her clit.

Kristine gasped sharply, her body jolting as if struck by lightning.

Her eyes flew open, then fluttered shut again as a whimper spilled from her lips.

Her husband had touched her there before—but never like this.

His thumb brushed gently against the tender nub, then circled it with a rhythm so exact, so careful, it felt like he was unlocking every nerve in her body one by one.

Her clit throbbed under his touch, swollen and pink like a delicate bud after the first rainfall, trembling with anticipation.

It was like a soldier on its last stand—tired, vulnerable, and yet begging for attention, for mercy, for release.

And Ross? He was merciless in his patience.

His fingers moved with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

His middle and index fingers remained deep inside her, curling with just the right angle to tease that sensitive spot within, while his thumb tenderly coaxed her clit into an aching frenzy.

The combination was devastating.

Kristine moaned again—softer now, breathy, almost melodic.

Her voice caught at the edges, rising and falling in time with the motion of his hand. “Ross… oh god, Ross…”

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The way he touched her said everything.

His cock throbbed with need, harder than he could remember being in a long time.

Just watching her unravel beneath his fingers, feeling her walls clench around him, hearing her whimpers melt into moans—it was intoxicating.

Every little sound she made drove him closer to the edge, but he kept his focus on her, determined to push her even further.

She was close.

He could tell by the way her body trembled, the way her thighs quivered and tried to close around his wrist, the way her breaths came in short, ragged gasps.

“Ross… I-I’m gonna…”

“Shhh,” he murmured, finally leaning in, his voice a deep rumble against her ear. “Not yet. Just feel it. Let it build.”

And she did.

Kristine let herself go. Let the pleasure wash over her, deeper and hotter with each stroke of his fingers.

Her juices flowed freely now, soaking his hand, dripping down her thighs.

It was like her body couldn’t contain her arousal, and it spilled over him like warm rain from the heavens.

Ross drew his fingers out slowly, watching them glisten in the low light of the room.

He brought them to his lips and tasted her—sweet, hot, perfect.

That was enough.

He stood without a word and began stripping off his clothes, piece by piece.

The tension in the room only grew as each item hit the floor. Shirt. Pants. Boxers.

Until at last, he stood before her completely bare.

His body was lean and sculpted, every inch of him taut with restrained power.

His cock jutted out, long and thick, veins pulsing along its length.

Kristine’s eyes widened as she took him in—and not just from arousal, but awe.

“Oh… my…. god…” She mused inside. There was no way she could take that. Not without pain.