Evil MC's NTR Harem

Grace's pussy clenched around nothing, her release gushing onto the hand that she had resting between her legs, soaking her palm completely with undeniable proof of her arousal and defeat.

For a moment, she was completely dazed, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.

She had just come—from a kiss.

A kiss.

No man had ever made her feel like this before. Not even close.

And Ross? He had barely even touched her.

Her face burned with embarrassment, her breath still ragged as she still did her best to hide her sexy body from him, weak and trembling in the aftermath of her unexpected orgasm.

But even as shock filled her, another thought surfaced, sending a thrill down her spine.

If Ross could make her body unravel like this with just his lips…

Then what would happen when he finally claimed her? When he pushed his thick, throbbing cock inside her, stretching her, filling her completely?

Would she even survive it?

The dark, sinful thought made her shudder all over again.

And judging by the smirk on Ross's face, he knew exactly what was running through her mind.

Ross didn't rush—he simply leaned back, his movements unhurried yet deliberate.

Without a word, he stripped off his clothes, each piece falling away with effortless ease.

Within moments, he was completely bare, his sculpted body on full display.

Now just as naked as Grace, he climbed onto the bed again, his gaze dark with intent.

This time, there was no hesitation. No room for refusal.

With a firm grip, he pulled Grace on top of him, flipping their positions until he was the one lying back.

His hands rested on her hips, holding her in place as he looked up at her with a knowing smirk.

It was her turn now.

And there was no escaping what was about to come.

"Ohhhh…"

Grace gasped as the sudden shift made her lose her balance.

Her hands shot out, pressing against Ross's broad, muscular chest, her fingers digging into the hard ridges of his muscles as she tried to steady herself.

Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, her mind scrambling to process the position she had just fallen into.

She was straddling his hips now, completely exposed, her body pressing against his in the most intimate way possible.

The realization sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her, making her skin tingle with awareness.

But what truly made her freeze was the unmistakable sensation pressing firmly against her lower back.

Oh God…

She swallowed hard. Even though he hadn't pushed inside her yet, she could feel it—thick, hot, and impossibly large, resting right against the curve of her ass.

A shiver ran through her as the reality sank in. There was no doubt in her mind.

Ross was big. Too big.

Her breath hitched as a nervous thought crept in.

Maybe… maybe he's just long. Maybe he isn't that thick…

Grace wished and tried to deny the reality of her situation.

That would at least be something—a small mercy, a tiny consolation for what she was about to endure.

But deep down, she knew better.

Ross wasn't just long. He wasn't just big.

He was monstrous.

Even without seeing it, she could tell. The sheer weight of it, the way it pressed against her with a heat that sent shivers down her spine—it was undeniable.

She squeezed her thighs together, not sure if it was from fear or something far more dangerous.

Her body betrayed her, warmth pooling between her legs despite the panic stirring in her chest.

Slowly, hesitantly, she shifted her hips, trying to adjust herself, but the movement only made things worse.

The thick head of his cock dragged against her bare skin of her ripe ass, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers trembling against his chest.

Ross let out a low, knowing chuckle.

"Realizing something, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

Grace's cheeks burned.

She didn't have to answer.

Ross already knew.

And soon enough, she would feel just how much she could take.

Ross was never one to let a golden opportunity slip away.

And now, with Grace's hands no longer shielding her luscious body, he seized his chance.

His eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight before him—her bare, trembling form, her flushed skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

He had already driven her to the edge once, but he had no intention of stopping there.

Without hesitation, he lifted his head, lips parting as he aimed for one of her ripe, pink nipples.

Grace barely had time to react before his mouth closed around the sensitive bud.

"N-Nooo…" she moaned, but it was a weak protest, one laced with something far different than resistance.

Her back arched the moment his warm lips wrapped around her, a sharp gasp escaping her as a bolt of pleasure shot through her body.

She sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers curling against his broad shoulders as she tried—tried—to push herself away.

But Ross was relentless.

His arm wrapped tightly around her back, holding her in place with ease.

His strength was undeniable, his grip unyielding as he kept her exactly where he wanted her.

Desperate to escape, she wiggled against him, twisting left and right, even lifting herself up in a feeble attempt to break free.

But every movement only seemed to fuel his desire further.

His tongue swirled over her sensitive bud, teasing, flicking, before his lips closed around it once more, sucking deeply.

A sharp cry left her lips, her body shuddering from the intense sensation.

"Ahhh—stop…" she whimpered, though even she wasn't sure if she meant it.

Ross simply chuckled against her skin, the vibrations sending another jolt of heat straight between her thighs.

He adjusted his position with ease, shifting so that he was now sitting upright with her straddling his lap.