Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 549 - Relative

How many nights had she laid beside him, restless and unfulfilled, her body crying out for something more?

And now here was Ross—big, thick, relentless—stretching her in ways her husband never could, awakening something deep inside her that she could no longer suppress.

"Ahhhh…" Another moan slipped past her lips as he buried himself just a little deeper, her walls fluttering around him in helpless submission.

"No…" The protest formed in her mind, weak and fleeting. She was losing this battle, and she knew it.

Her body wasn't just accepting him—it was welcoming him, guiding him, preparing itself for the inevitable.

The slick warmth between her thighs betrayed everything she refused to admit, making it clear that this was no longer just happening to her.

She wanted this.

And there was no turning back.

Minutes passed, and then—there.

A sharp gasp tore from Grace's lips as she felt Ross push deeper than ever before, his length pressing against the very end of her.

A jolt of discomfort shot through her, her body instinctively tightening in resistance.

It was too much—too deep.

But Ross was relentless, his powerful thrusts forcing her to stretch, to take him, until her body could do nothing but surrender.

And then something shifted.

The pain dulled, melting into a strange, dizzying pleasure. A sensation so overwhelming it sent a shudder rolling through her spine.

"Ahhh…!" Grace moaned, her voice trembling as the pleasure built, unstoppable, uncontrollable. And then, in a crashing wave, it hit her.

Her body locked up as she came hard, a raw, earth-shattering climax tearing through her.

"Nooo…!" she groaned, biting her lip in a futile attempt to muffle the sound.

But there was no hiding it—Ross could feel everything.

Her pussy clenched and trembled violently around him, her walls pulsing in uncontrollable aftershocks of pleasure.

A strangled cry escaped her as she felt the rush of liquid heat spill from her, her release drenching both the sheets and the thick length still buried inside her.

Ross groaned as her juices dripped down onto his balls, slick and warm, proof of just how deeply he had unraveled her.

"Damn, Grace," he muttered, voice husky with satisfaction.

"You've got the tightest, most active pussy I've ever felt. It's like it loves coming on my cock."

A flush burned across her skin at his words, but before she could even process them, Ross moved again.

This time, there was no more teasing. No more patience.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he pounded into her with raw, unrelenting force.

"Ahhh…!" Grace finally screamed, her entire body jolting with each punishing thrust.

The pleasure didn't stop—it only built, wave after wave, stretching her orgasm into something longer, deeper, more intense than anything she had ever experienced.

And she could do nothing but take it.

"Hahhh… hahhh… hahhh…"

Grace gasped for breath, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure wracked through her.

She had been coming for what felt like an eternity—five minutes straight, her body helpless against the relentless pleasure.

Even as exhaustion crept in, she couldn't deny the overwhelming shock of it all.

This was, without a doubt, the most explosive release she had ever experienced.

And it hadn't been with her husband.

A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, her lips quivering as tears welled in her eyes.

I'm sorry, Ted… she thought, shame mixing with the lingering pleasure still coursing through her.

But just as sorrow began to settle over her, Ross's voice pulled her back.

"I'm about to come, Grace," he groaned, his thrusts growing more frantic, more desperate.

"Take it all. I know you'll be a beautiful mother soon—our first baby together."

Her eyes widened in horror.

"No—stop!" she screamed, panic surging through her, but Ross didn't slow.

If anything, he only pounded into her harder, his grip tightening as he drove himself to the very depths of her.

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And then she felt it.

A sharp gasp left her lips as Ross's body tensed above her, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself deep inside her.

The heat of it flooded her, making her shudder as the reality of what had just happened crashed over her.

Her breath hitched, her mind spinning.

There was no taking this back.

Grace wanted to cry—wanted to let the emotions overwhelm her, but Ross didn't allow her that moment of release.

Instead of pain or guilt, he flooded her senses with something she hadn't expected.

He made her feel the depth of what it meant to be a woman—alive, desired, and powerful in his touch.

Her body became his to control, each movement of his sending waves of pleasure through her as though she were a delicate instrument created for nothing but his pleasure.

The gentle caresses, the precise strokes—everything about him was calculated to make her feel alive in a way she couldn't ignore.

"You're so beautiful, Grace," Ross whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire.

"I can't believe how perfect your body feels."

His words left her breathless, and before she could even process what he had said, he moved again, deeper and more controlled this time.

His rhythm was steady, yet full of intensity, each thrust pushing her toward a new wave of sensation.

Ross's breath hitched, and he leaned down, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent as if it were the sweetest fragrance in the world.

The way she smelled—like fresh flowers mixed with the heat of desire—drove him wild.

It spurred him on, his desire growing with each second they spent tangled in each other.

Without warning, his lips found her ear, the sensation of his hot breath against her skin sending a shudder of anticipation down her spine.

His kisses were soft, slow at first, before he nipped lightly at the tender lobe, making Grace gasp in surprise.

He was everywhere—his body, his hands, his lips, his words—pushing her, testing her limits.

Grace couldn't hold back the moan that slipped from her lips, the sound soft but full of surrender.