Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Shut up!" Iris spat angrily, her voice filled with a mix of defiance and indignation.

Though she had reluctantly agreed to go along with the situation, there was one thing she would never tolerate—no man would disrespect her husband in front of her.

Her loyalty to him ran deep, and no matter the circumstances, she would defend his honor. In her eyes, her husband was not just a man—he was twice the man anyone could ever hope to be.

His strength, his integrity, and everything he stood for were beyond comparison. The idea that someone could belittle him, even in jest, stirred something fierce inside her.

"…" Ross merely smiled in reply.

He was watching her every move, his smirk lingering on his lips, enjoying her discomfort like a predator savoring the fear of its prey. Still, Iris would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter.

As her hands moved over him, her thoughts briefly flickered to her son Derek. She wished, more than anything, that they would let him leave, that he wouldn't have to witness this humiliation.

But she knew they would not let that happen.

The thought of him being tied up on his seat, powerless to stop any of this, made her chest ache. He didn't deserve to see her like this, reduced to nothing more than a tool for this young man's pleasure.

Ross chuckled softly, sensing her inner turmoil.

"You're doing well, Iris," he said, his voice mocking and condescending.

"But don't worry, this is only the beginning. You'll get used to handling my big fat cock in no time."

His words sent another shiver down her spine, but she refused to react. She simply continued her task, suppressing the growing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Ross could hardly contain his satisfaction. His grin widened as he relished the moment—Iris, kneeling before him, her hands wrapped around his big fat cock, offering her forced submission.
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"It's so big!" Iris thought inside. This was the first time Iris had touched any man other than her husband, and the sensation was beyond anything she had imagined.

The heat radiating from the young man's cock, pressed against her hands, was a shocking current, a thousand tiny jolts that left her trembling. It was a sensation so unfamiliar, so utterly unlike anything she'd ever felt, that it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The sheer power of it, the raw, undeniable masculinity, was almost overwhelming. Her breath caught in her throat, and a strange mix of fear and anticipation twisted within her.

Even the mere thought of that hard, thick cock entering her, pushing against the sensitive flesh of her pussy, sent shivers down her spine. The image was vivid, almost painful in its intensity.

She imagined the rough, grinding contact, the unfamiliar pressure, the way it would fill her. Her body seemed to anticipate the sensation, a silent, desperate plea for release.

Yet, at the same time, a chilling dread gripped her.

She desperately wished the night would end, somehow, before any more of this could happen, before she was completely consumed by the frightening and exhilarating power of this stranger.

"Let's get this over with." Iris thought in order to focus on the task at hand. Without another word, she lowered herself, her body tense but obedient.

She had her face inches away from the huge head of the monstrous cock that was in her hands right now.

Her soft hands hesitated for a brief moment before she took hold of the massive pole before her, struggling to encase it fully in her grasp.

It was overwhelming, far more than she was used to, but Iris pushed her discomfort aside and focused on the task ahead.

Up and down, her hands moved rhythmically, slowly at first, as she tried to maintain her composure. But it was hard. The size, the weight—it was more than she had anticipated.

Her hands, though delicate and graceful, barely seemed able to keep up.

"Your hands are so soft, Iris. Like cotton soft," Ross's voice broke the strained silence, his words sharp and dripping with excitement.

His gaze remained fixed on Iris, every flicker of resistance in her expression fueling his amusement.

"But now, I want more. Put it in your mouth," he commanded, his tone hardening with impatience.

Iris's heart pounded in her chest, a wave of dread washing over her. She felt the weight of the moment press down on her, but there was no escaping it. No turning back.

Her pride, her duty—both anchored her, forcing her to see this through, no matter how much she despised what was happening.

Slowly, with quiet determination, she lowered her lips toward the looming task in front of her, her hands trembling as she struggled to brace herself.

"Hmmmm…" Her lips closed around the tip, and Iris felt a sharp sting of humiliation course through her, though she kept her face calm, determined not to show her discomfort.

Ross watched with barely concealed glee, his breath quickening as she began to move. The sensation was everything he had hoped for.

Her soft, delicate mouth stretched to its limit, her once dignified composure now breaking under the strain of pleasing him.

Ahhh… Ross thought, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. Milfs really had great technique and experienced accumulated over the years.

He could hardly contain his excitement, his eyes roving over Iris's face as she struggled to accommodate him.

The sight of her—once proud, now submitting so reluctantly to his whims—sent a surge of satisfaction through him. He loved how her lips strained to keep pace, how her hands trembled slightly as she fought to maintain control.

Ross's gaze darkened with pleasure, a soft growl escaping his throat as he reveled in the moment. Every twitch of discomfort in her expression, every subtle shift of her body only intensified his excitement.

The feeling of her mouth struggling to handle him was empowering, but it wasn't enough. He craved more. His thoughts raced with anticipation, already drifting to what was next.