Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 744 Volume

But Tianna’s body wasn’t listening.

Ross was silent, letting her explore, his eyes heavy on her. He didn’t need to say a word.

His smug expression told her everything—he knew exactly what was happening. And worse, so did she.

All the while, Tianna was deeply troubled—not because she didn’t want it, but because she did. More than anything.

Her mind was spinning, and yet her hands moved instinctively, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around Ross’s cock.

"Oh my god..." she murmured, voice low with disbelief. "I can’t even wrap one hand around it."

She tried again, both hands this time, but even together they barely encased its thick girth.

It pulsed hot in her grasp, and she could feel every twitch, every throb like it was alive in her palms.

"It’s so hard... so thick... and just look at how long it is..." she whispered, almost in awe.

Her heart was pounding, face flushed, breath shaky.

"What the hell is this cock?" Tianna was shocked, dazed, aroused beyond belief.

She licked her lips unconsciously, staring down at it with wide, captivated eyes.

She stood there, her fingers now gliding up and down the massive length with growing urgency.

The heat of it radiated against her skin, and with each stroke, she felt her own arousal climbing—her thighs pressing together, her breath coming faster.

Ross didn’t say a word. He only watched her with that dark, intense gaze, his jaw clenched, chest rising and falling with the effort to control himself.

Tianna’s hands moved faster.

Then even faster.

The wet sound of her strokes filled the air, lewd and rhythmic, echoing faintly in the quiet room.

Her hands were now slick from his precum, and she couldn’t tell if the heat in her face was from embarrassment, excitement, or both.

Her body swayed with the rhythm, her hips instinctively moving in sync as if she were the one being pleasured.

Minutes passed.

Three. Maybe more.

Time blurred.

Then Ross tensed.

Tianna didn’t even have time to react.

With a sharp grunt, his body jerked—and then he exploded in her hands.

Pew

Pew

Pew

Thick streams shot out with such force they splashed across her arms, her hands, her belly.

One powerful burst hit just below her chest, and the rest drenched her lower abdomen, running down her navel and soaking through her thin panties until the fabric clung to her skin.

"Ohhhhh..." she moaned softly, stunned by the volume, the warmth, the mess.

Her legs wobbled, and for a second she thought she might slip on the tub slick with his release.

But Ross reached out just in time. He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her slick, trembling body.

Tianna pressed her face into his chest, gasping quietly, heart still racing.

She could feel him still twitching against her stomach, his breath warm against her ear.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She nodded, but her voice was barely a whisper. "That was... too much..."

Ross chuckled softly and held her tighter, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade—leaving only the heat, the intimacy, and the breathless aftermath between them.

"I know," Ross said, his voice deep and steady, "but don’t freeze on me now, Tianna. You still have more work to do."

Tianna looked up at him, dazed.

"What?" she breathed.

Then she followed his gaze—and froze.

Ross was still hard.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

After everything, after that overwhelming release just moments ago, his cock stood tall and defiant, as if nothing had happened at all.

It throbbed with heat, the veins prominent, the tip swollen and glistening.

It rested against her stomach, the sheer weight of it making her feel so small, so powerless.

The tip brushed past her cleavage—no, beyond—reaching all the way up to the middle of her chest.

She couldn’t believe it.

"W-What even is this..." she whispered under her breath.

Ross let go of her waist, and without his support, she slipped.

The wet tiles of the tub offered no traction, and she landed on her knees with a splash.

Water continued to fall from the showerhead above, streaming down her hair, shoulders, and back.

But she didn’t care.

The world could’ve been collapsing around her and she still wouldn’t have noticed.

All she could see was him.

Ross stood before her like some mythic figure—towering, chiseled, and unwavering.

Her face was now level with his cock, and the sight of it this close was... intimidating.

She swallowed hard.

The way it pulsed, still glistening from her earlier efforts, looked almost aggressive.

As if it were daring her to take it on again.

She didn’t move.

"Go on," Ross said again, his voice calm but firm, a subtle edge of expectation in his tone.

She flinched at the command, her heart pounding.

Her fingers curled against the slick porcelain of the tub.

She didn’t know what was happening to her.

Her body felt hot—not just from the warm water, but from something deeper.

Her nipples were rock hard, pushing against her soaked top.

Her thighs squeezed together, and she felt the wetness there, unmistakable now—not from the shower, but from her.

She was aroused.

Shame flushed through her, but so did curiosity... and hunger.

"I-I don’t know why I’m feeling like this..." she whispered, more to herself than to Ross. Her voice trembled.

She was confused—by her own body, her reactions, by how badly she suddenly wanted this. Wanted him.

She looked up at him again. Ross’s face was unreadable. He didn’t gloat. He didn’t push.

He only waited.

Tianna took a deep, shaky breath.

Her hands rose again—tentative, uncertain—until her fingers gently curled around the thick shaft.

The skin was hot to the touch, so firm beneath the surface, yet soft in texture.

Her thumbs ran over a bulging vein, and she felt the way it throbbed in response.

She wrapped both hands around it again, one after the other, just like before.

Still not enough to fully grasp it. Still overwhelming. Still unreal.

But this time, she didn’t pull away.

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