Evil MC's NTR Harem

The change in position only made things worse—or better—because now, Grace could feel the full, unmistakable hardness pressing between her legs.

Her breath hitched.

God… He was so big, so thick. With no more fabric separating them, she could feel the heat of him easily, the sheer size making her shiver in anticipation and fear.

She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing ache between them, but Ross was having none of it.

His free hand slid down, gripping her hips firmly before guiding her to move against him.

A choked moan escaped her lips as the thick ridge of his cock rubbed against her soaked folds of her pink married pussy.

"See what you do to me, Grace?" Ross murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

Grace could only whimper in response.

Her struggle weakened with every passing second.

The fight in her was slipping away, replaced by something deeper, something primal.

Her body trembled, her mind fogged with pleasure, and as Ross continued to tease and toy with her, she realized something terrifying.

She was losing this battle.

And worse…

She wasn't sure she wanted to win.

Still, Grace tried to think of anything else besides the lewd position she found herself in—but that was easier said than done.

Ross knew exactly how to push her buttons, his every touch setting her nerves ablaze with unbearable pleasure.

"Ahhh…"

"Ohhh…"

"Ughhh…"

She tried to stifle her moans, biting her lip, but it was no use.

Her body betrayed her, writhing beneath him, every gasp and whimper spilling from her lips against her will.

Ross's mouth was merciless, latching onto her sensitive nipple, sucking, nibbling, his hot tongue circling the hardened peak until she shuddered.

Meanwhile, his other hand remained just as busy, kneading her other breast, molding and squeezing it into different shapes before his fingers found her nipple, rolling and twisting it with just the right amount of roughness to send electric jolts of pleasure straight between her thighs.

The brief sting only heightened her arousal, leaving her helpless in his grasp.

Her pussy, still quivering from her last climax, was already preparing for another, heat pooling low in her belly as her body responded instinctively to his touch.

A deep, pulsing ache settled in her core, her walls clenching with anticipation.

She knew the next orgasm was going to be a big one—stronger, more intense, enough to leave her breathless and trembling.

And to think, all of this was because of her husband. The man who could no longer satisfy her, who had left her starving for touch, aching for something more.

Now, all of that pent-up need, all those lonely nights, had turned her body into a sea of unfulfilled desire, waiting—no, begging—to be fully explored by Ross.

And he was more than willing to do just that.

Ross had taken his fill of her breasts, leaving them swollen and tingling from his relentless attention. But he wasn't done with her yet.

With a smirk of satisfaction, he lifted his head, capturing her lips once more.

By now, Grace was a trembling, moaning mess—weak, pliant, and utterly at his mercy.

Her resistance had long since crumbled, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath.

Ross wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

"Mmm…" she whimpered against his lips, melting into his embrace.

This time, however, the kiss was different. It wasn't rough or demanding—it was slow, deliberate, almost tender, like that of a devoted lover.

Yet, that gentleness only made her desire burn hotter.

Her body responded instinctively, her lips parting for him, her tongue meeting his in a heated dance.

Every brush of his lips, every teasing flick of his tongue, sent pleasure coiling through her.

Her pulse raced, her breath quickened, and within moments, the fire within her was roaring back to life.

Her lashes fluttered shut, her mind growing hazy with nothing but need. She could no longer think—only feel.

Her face was a picture of absolute lust, her skin flushed, her body trembling, her thoughts reduced to a single desperate craving.

She wanted more.

She needed more.

And she was no longer above seeking it out.

Without even realizing it, her hips began to move. A slow, instinctive roll, her slick heat gliding over the rigid length pressing against her.

Ross let out a low groan, his grip on her tightening.

Grace gasped, her breath hitching as she felt just how thick and hard he had become beneath her.

His cock—massive, pulsing, unbearably hot—rested between them, trapped between her drenched folds, teasing her, tormenting her.

The friction was maddening. Every slow glide over him sent jolts of pleasure through her, winding her up tighter and tighter.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers clenching against his shoulders.

She had never felt this way before—this desperate, this needy, this utterly ruined by a man who hadn't even claimed her yet.

Her hips moved again, this time with purpose. She rubbed herself against him, grinding against his length, seeking that delicious friction that made her stomach clench and her thighs tremble.

Ross groaned again, his fingers digging into her waist.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So desperate for it."

Grace whimpered, biting her lip as she tried to suppress a cry.

She was desperate.

And with every roll of her hips, every teasing slide of his cock against her needy, dripping cunt, she was coming undone.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the brink, her soaked folds growing wetter and wetter as she unconsciously rutted against him.

Ross watched her with dark amusement, letting her chase her pleasure, letting her grind against him like a needy little thing.

He could feel how ready she was—how soaked, how desperate.

And soon, very soon, he was going to give her exactly what she craved.

But not just yet.

Because watching her lose herself like this, so utterly lost in pleasure, was far too intoxicating to end just yet.