Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 548 - Based

Grace bit her lip, trying to suppress the helpless little sounds that threatened to spill from her throat.

Her body was betraying her—her hips twitching ever so slightly, as if seeking more, as if welcoming him despite her guilt.

Ross smirked. He could feel it.

She was so tight.

Even just the slight pressure of his cock at her entrance made it clear that she would have to stretch—a lot—before she could take him fully.

And God, the thought of her tight little pussy struggling to accommodate him sent another sharp pulse of desire straight to his cock.

But he had patience.

For now, he was content to tease.

He reached down, gripping the base of his length, and began tracing slow, lazy circles around her entrance with the tip.

Grace gasped, her back arching slightly as the teasing continued.

The sensation was unbearable.

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Every time he moved, her clit throbbed, her core clenched, and another wave of arousal trickled out, betraying just how much her body wanted this.

She was drowning in sensation, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her mind clouded with lust.

Ross, seeing her like this—helpless, trembling, caught between guilt and pleasure—felt his smirk widen.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice dark and teasing. "Your body is already begging for me."

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge the truth in his words.

But it didn't matter.

Her body had already answered for her.

Ross tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her open, his patience slowly wearing thin.

He was done playing.

Soon—very soon—he would claim what was his.

And when he did, there would be no going back.

"Ahhh…" Grace moaned, her breath hitching as she felt Ross press against her.

Her body instinctively tensed at the unfamiliar stretch, her walls clenching in protest.

A sharp pang of discomfort made her eyes flutter open, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to steady herself.

"No… stop…" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

She expected him to ignore her plea, to push forward regardless, but to her surprise, he halted.

His dark eyes met hers, calm and patient, his lips curving into a reassuring smile.

She swallowed hard, unsure of what to expect next.

A part of her braced for him to take what he wanted without hesitation, but instead, he did the opposite.

With agonizing slowness, he pulled back before pressing forward again, the movement so gentle that it sent a different kind of shiver through her.

Grace exhaled shakily, her body caught between resistance and reluctant surrender.

She dared to glance down, her cheeks burning as she saw the way her own body reacted to him.

She could feel it—the way her pussy walls clung to him, reluctant to let him go, as if trying to keep him inside.

He withdrew completely, only to return just as slowly, his careful motions drawing out sensations she hadn't expected.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her lashes fluttering as her pink delicious cunt adjusted, stretched, and adapted.

"Ohhh…" Another moan slipped out, this time laced with something more than just discomfort.

A heat coiled in her belly, unfamiliar yet undeniable.

She had thought she couldn't take him, that he was too much, but with each slow, deliberate movement, her body betrayed her.

She could feel it now—the warmth pooling between her thighs, the slickness coating him, easing his way as nature took its course.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers gripping the sheets even tighter.

Every time he pulled back, she could see the evidence of her own treacherous arousal glistening on him, preparing her for the inevitable.

"No…" The word echoed in her mind, a feeble protest against what was already happening.

But deep down, she knew it was a battle she was losing.

With every gentle thrust, with every whispered moan, her body yielded a little more, welcoming him, surrendering to him.

"It's too big… I don't think I can take it all!" The thought echoed in Grace's mind as she felt Ross press against her, the sheer size of him making her breath hitch.

Her body trembled, torn between resistance and a shocking sense of anticipation.

Her gaze drifted up to the man now claiming her in ways her husband never had.

Ross wasn't particularly handsome—his face was unremarkable, almost ugly—but his body was something else entirely.

He was tall and broad, his muscles taut and powerful, his chest sculpted like stone.

The sheer size of him was intimidating, overwhelming, and yet… alluring.

"This is wrong." The thought barely formed before a wave of heat crashed through her, her core clenching involuntarily.

Her breath grew uneven as she realized how wet she had become, how her body was betraying her with every teasing movement of Ross's thick, heavy cock.

"No…" she whispered, barely audible, though whether she was denying him or herself, she wasn't sure.

Her fingers curled into the sheets as Ross moved again, slow and deliberate, rubbing against her most sensitive spot with agonizing precision.

"Ughhh…" A shuddering moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her back arching in response.

The stretch was unbearable, yet intoxicating.

Ross was careful, sinking in only a little at a time, but each shallow thrust ignited something inside her that she hadn't felt in so long.

The pain was fading, replaced by something else, something raw and undeniable.

Her breathing grew ragged as she dared to glance down.

Her body clung to him greedily and with even more intensity, as if refusing to let him go, slick with the evidence of her growing need.

Each time he withdrew, her inner walls tightened, as if trying to pull him back in.

Her mind rebelled, screaming at her that this was a mistake. She was a married woman. She should resist. She should push him away.

But her body… her traitorous, aching body had other ideas.

It had been a month. A long, frustrating month since her husband had last touched her, his failures in bed leaving her unsatisfied and yearning.