Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ahhhh…"

Grace could feel Ross' hands roam around her sexy body, caressing her skin with a reverence that made her feel as though she was the most precious thing in the world.

His body pressed closer to hers, his weight covering her as he moved with precision and intent.

"Ohhh…"

Grace arched into him instinctively, her breath quickening as her body responded without thought.

She felt every shift, every flex of his muscles, as his mouth moved over her neck, trailing soft kisses along her sensitive skin.

It was as though every part of him was designed to make her lose herself in pleasure.

The feeling of him so completely surrounding her, of his hands taking ownership of her body, made her tremble in ways she didn't understand.

She was lost, entirely lost in the sensation of him.

"Ughhh…" Grace's soft cries filled the room, and it was as though Ross was feeding off of them, using them as fuel to continue his ministrations.

With each thrust, each touch, he coaxed out more and more of her until her body was a symphony of pleasure.

She couldn't remember where she ended and he began; they were two halves of the same whole, moving in perfect harmony.

Ross's pace grew relentless, his movements deep and measured at first, then steadily faster.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Grace's body, making it impossible for her to think, to resist, to do anything but feel.

She clenched her fists into the sheets, her breath ragged as she fought to suppress the sounds threatening to spill from her lips.

I can't… she thought, biting down on her lower lip. But it was no use.

"Ahn… Ohh…" Soft, breathy moans escaped her despite her best efforts.

Her body was betraying her, reacting on its own, welcoming the overwhelming pleasure.

Ross smirked knowingly, watching the flush rise to her cheeks, the way her back arched instinctively to meet his movements.

"You feel it, don't you?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

"You can't fight it, Grace."

Her mind screamed at her to deny it, but her body had already surrendered.

A familiar pressure coiled deep inside her, fast and unrelenting, sending her teetering dangerously close to the edge.

Panic flickered in her hazy thoughts.

No, not again. Not this fast.

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes open, only to meet Ross's intense gaze. He knew.

He could feel it. The way her body trembled, how she clung to him, her breathing erratic, her legs tightening around his waist as if trying to pull him deeper.

"You're close," Ross said, voice thick with satisfaction. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I can feel it—how you're gripping me so tight, like you don't want me to stop."

"N-No…" she whispered, but it was a feeble protest, her voice breaking with need.

"Come for me, Grace. Come for me now." His next movement was deeper, rougher, hitting just the right spot that sent a bolt of pure pleasure through her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" A sharp cry tore from her lips as she shattered beneath him, her body writhing, trembling, consumed by the overwhelming intensity.

The world blurred around her, white-hot pleasure drowning out every thought, every sound.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his back as her body arched.

She was weightless, lost, unable to do anything but ride the crashing waves of bliss that stole every last ounce of strength from her.

Grace's chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Sweat clung to her flushed skin, trickling down the curve of her neck and pooling between her breasts.

She tried to calm herself, to regain some semblance of control over her own body, but it was useless.

Every nerve felt raw, sensitive, as if one wrong move would send her spiraling into pleasure all over again.

Ross hovered over her, watching her with a satisfied smirk.

His eyes darkened as they roamed over her sweat-slicked body, drinking in every little reaction.

The way she bit her lip, the way her fingers clenched the sheets, the way her legs trembled as if still reeling from what he had done to her.

Then, without warning, he leaned down and dragged his tongue along her neck, licking up the salty beads of sweat that had gathered there.

Grace gasped, her entire body jerking in response.

A fresh wave of heat spread through her, her core tightening involuntarily.

No… she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Not again… stop…

But her body betrayed her. Just that simple touch, that small, teasing action, had her tight insides clenching around him, responding before she could stop herself.

Ross chuckled lowly against her skin, his breath hot against her ear.

"You're still so sensitive," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "It's like your body is begging for more. Your pussy wants my cock, Grace. Admit it."

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore the truth in his words. But she couldn't.

Because he was right.

She could feel it—the undeniable hunger simmering deep inside her.

It was maddening, shameful. A need so raw and insatiable that it terrified her.

How had it come to this?

Just hours ago, she had been a loyal wife, untouched by any man but her husband.

And now… now two men had already claimed her body.

One was her husband, the man she had vowed to love and cherish.

And the other… was Ross.

A man who had shattered every boundary, every restraint, and left her utterly ruined in the most sinful way possible.

She bit her lip harder, forcing herself to think rationally.

This is wrong. This is so wrong.

Yet, in the depths of her mind, a treacherous thought took root.

Why does it feel so good?

Her husband had always been gentle, careful, almost timid in the way he touched her.

Like a loyal puppy, eager to please but lacking the strength to truly satisfy her.