Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Chapter 673 Savage
Not without being stretched far beyond anything her husband had ever given her.

And yet…

Kristine wanted it.

Ross crawled onto the bed, his hands parting her thighs again.

He positioned himself between them, not rushing, savoring the look in her eyes—the mix of need, nervousness, and raw desire.

“You’re ready,” he said, voice low and rough with hunger. “You’ll be begging for me soon enough, Kristine.”

Kristine didn’t argue. She only nodded, her breath shaky, her body aching for more.

And so, Ross prepared to claim her fully—for the first time, but far from the last.

Kristine didn’t move. She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch.

She simply looked up at Ross, her eyes wide with a storm of emotion—guilt, fear, anticipation—and then, almost as if giving in to something inevitable, she closed them.

Her long lashes trembled, her lips parted, and she took a shaky breath, bracing herself.

In that moment, she surrendered.

Not just to Ross—but to the part of herself she had kept buried for so long.

The part that yearned to feel desired. The part that wanted to be devoured, not worshipped. To be undone, not protected.

Ross would be only the second man to ever take her.

Only the second to know what she felt like from the inside.

The first—her husband—had been gentle, loving… but also ordinary. Predictable. Measured.

And lately, he can’t even get his cock up anymore.

This? This was different.

She didn’t know how she would live with herself in the morning.

She didn’t know what she’d say to Colton. She didn’t even know if she’d be able to look herself in the mirror.

But those thoughts, though loud, felt distant.

Faint echoes drowned out by the throbbing ache between her thighs and the shadow of Ross’s body looming over her.

All she knew right now—right here—was that she was dripping. Aching. Desperate.

Her pussy clenched with every heartbeat, hungry for something she knew she shouldn’t want.

Ross moved into position without a word.

He spread her legs wider, palms firm on her thighs, and guided his thick, pulsing cock to her slick entrance.

The head of it rubbed against her folds, teasing them apart.

He held himself still for a breath, as if savoring the moment before the first push.

Kristine gasped when she felt the pressure—a dull, insistent push that sent a shiver through her spine.

The tip of his cock was thick and hot, already prying her open.

She gritted her teeth, bracing as he slowly, patiently began to slide in.

A couple of inches. That was all. But it was enough.

Enough to make her cry out softly. Enough to send a jolt of heat and pain through her cunt.

Her pussy stretched wide around him, tighter than Ross expected.

He groaned under his breath at the way she gripped him like a vice—wet, warm, and impossibly snug.

She had never taken anything like this before.

And suddenly, she faltered.

A flash of her husband’s face pierced through the haze. Colton’s smile. His quiet laughter.

The way he kissed her forehead at night when she was half-asleep.

The memories slammed into her with brutal force, and guilt exploded in her chest like a flare.

Her eyes flew open. Her breathing turned frantic.

“Wait—Ross! Stop… please—” she choked out, panic laced in her voice.

But Ross had already breached her.

The broad head of his cock was inside, stretching her inner walls in ways she’d never felt before.

He froze at her words, every muscle tense, eyes locked on hers.

Kristine’s body trembled beneath him.

Her hands flew up to his arms, clutching him tightly. Her nails dug into his skin—hard.

She didn’t mean to, but the pain and the pressure were overwhelming.

Her grip was desperate, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave deep, red grooves on his flesh.

Ross looked down at her, reading the conflict in her face—shame, fear, raw need.

His breath came in heavy bursts, his cock pulsing inside her entrance, held in place by the tight embrace of her body.

“I… I shouldn’t…” Kristine whispered, eyes filling with tears. “This is wrong.”

Ross didn’t move, didn’t thrust. He just leaned down, his face close to hers, voice low.

“You can tell me to stop,” he murmured. “If you really want me to.”

But Kristine didn’t say it.

She didn’t push him away.

Her hips twitched involuntarily beneath him, betraying her words.

Her breath hitched again, lips trembling.

She blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of the war raging inside her.

And still… she didn’t say stop.

Because somewhere deep down, beneath the guilt and fear, was a truth she couldn’t escape.

She wanted this.

Her body was screaming for it.

And Ross—still barely inside her—could feel it in every pulse, every clench of her pussy around him.

He leaned closer, voice a whisper against her skin. “You have already fallen for me, Kristine… You feel it too, don’t you?”

She let out a shaky exhale, heart racing.

And then… she nodded.

Just once.

Ross’s jaw tightened, and slowly, carefully, he began to push in deeper.

In time, Ross tried to inch all fifteen inches of his cock deep inside her—and Kristine cried out in a mix of pain and disbelief.

She had never felt anything like it.

He stretched her far beyond what she thought was humanly possible.

Every slow push filled her more, taking her to limits she didn’t know her body could endure.

Her pussy clamped down instinctively, struggling to adjust to his monstrous girth.

Ross was reaching places her husband never even came close to.

He filled her so completely, so deeply, it felt like he was touching the very core of her.

Every sensitive spot, every untouched nerve, was suddenly awakened, and it was overwhelming.

By the time he reached the very end of her tunnel, Kristine was gasping—mouth open in shock, eyes wide as the fullness consumed her.

It was too much.

Too thick.

Too deep.

And yet… she hadn’t told him to stop.