Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 520 Rain

Eventually, Steven slumped against the couch, muttering something incoherent before drifting into unconsciousness.

Ross, on the other hand, remained sharp despite the liquor burning in his veins.

He made his way to the guest room, his movements slow but measured.

Collapsing onto the bed, he let out a quiet sigh.

He slept alone that night—Amy and Sandra were still preoccupied with the wedding manager, discussing decorations, seating arrangements, and whatever else they deemed important.

It seemed they had no time for him tonight.

But someone did.

At some point, deep into the silent hours of the night, the door to his room creaked open.

Soft footsteps padded across the floor, hesitant but determined.

A figure slipped inside, pausing for a moment to listen, to make sure he was truly asleep.

The air was thick with anticipation.

Their breathing was unsteady, their hands trembling slightly as they reached for him.

And before Ross even stirred, they took full advantage of his vulnerable state.

"Ross, are you still awake?" the intruder whispered, her voice barely louder than the rustling of the night breeze outside.

Ross lay still, his breathing slow and steady, pretending to be lost in deep slumber.

"Ross," she called again, a little bolder this time. Still, there was no response.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, knowing this was the perfect opportunity.

The room was dark, the only source of light a faint sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains.

She had been thinking about this moment ever since the tragedy had happened to them at the farm.

The memory played on an endless loop in her mind, igniting something inside her that refused to be ignored.

Tonight, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Carefully, she lifted the blanket and slipped beneath it, her body shivering—not from the cold, but from the anticipation coursing through her veins.

The heat radiating from Ross’s body only made her more aware of her own desire, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with every breath.

She hesitated for a moment, staring at his still, relaxed form.

Even in sleep, he was intimidating—broad shoulders, chiseled muscles, the sheer size of him overwhelming.

Her pulse quickened as she bit her lip, her fingers twitching with need.

Slowly, she reached for the waistband of his pajama pants and tugged them down, careful not to wake him.

Her breath hitched when his length was revealed—still soft but already impressive, thick and heavy against his thigh.

She swallowed hard. Gulp.

A wave of heat washed over her, her body reacting instinctively to the sight before her.

She had seen it before, wanted to touch it also, but the thrill never faded.

Just the thought of it stirring to life under her touch made her thighs press together, a desperate attempt to soothe the growing ache within her.

His scent filled her lungs—raw, masculine, intoxicating.

Everything about him was overpowering, from his sheer size to the way his presence alone commanded attention.

The dominance he exuded, even in sleep, made her pulse quicken.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out, brushing lightly against his skin.

She bit her lip harder, her breath shaky as anticipation coiled tightly in her stomach.

Just a little more…

"Wow…"

That was her first reaction the moment she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

It was thick, warm, and pulsed with raw power in her grasp.

She tried to recall the techniques she had seen in those late-night porn videos, attempting to mimic them as best as she could.

Slowly, she ran her hands up and down his enormous length, marveling at the sheer size of him.

But what happened next made her breath catch in her throat.

Before her very eyes, Ross’s cock hardened, swelling to its full, monstrous size.

Her fingers, which had once circled him easily, now struggled to encompass even a fraction of his girth.

Her heart pounded wildly.

No man she had ever seen—not in real life, not in the countless videos she had watched—came close to this.

Those so-called "huge" men in porn?

Laughable. Ross’s cock put them all to shame. It was absolute. Overwhelming.

A display of pure, undeniable superiority.

"This… this is the same cock that stretched Mom’s pussy..."

The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning, making her head spin.

She blinked hard, once, twice, trying to convince herself that this was real. That she wasn’t dreaming.

But no—this was happening. Right here. Right now.

She swallowed, determination burning in her eyes.

"I can do this," she told herself, steeling her resolve.

Licking her lips until they glistened, she wasted no more time.

She leaned in and, with a deep breath, took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth.

Her lips stretched—wider, then wider still—until a sharp sting ran through her jaw.

She pushed herself further, desperate to take more of him, but it was impossible.

He was simply too big.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she strained, her mouth forced to its absolute limit.

She wanted to take it all, to prove she could handle him, but her body refused to comply.

Her jaw ached, her lips tingled, and no matter how much she willed it, Ross’s cock remained too thick, too long, too overwhelmingly massive for her to take in fully.

It was an impossible task.

Yet, despite the failure, the sheer thrill of trying sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her.

Even after failing, she refused to give up.

If she couldn’t take him fully, she would do the next best thing.

With renewed determination, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his heated skin.

"Hmmm…" she hummed, letting her tongue glide over the thick veins running along his length.

She licked, sucked, and kissed every inch of Ross’s massive cock, savoring the way it twitched beneath her touch.

She didn’t stop there.

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Her lips trailed lower, taking his heavy balls into her mouth, lavishing them with the same attention.

She made sure to cover everything in a slick sheen of saliva, coating him thoroughly—preparing him for what she had planned next.