Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 197 Crown
The memory of their previous encounters flickered in her mind, igniting a fire within her.

She knew exactly what he craved, exactly what would set him alight.

She remembered the wild abandon of those past encounters, and the thrill of feeling his power within her.

The thought of fitting this powerful cock inside her, the anticipation, ignited a new kind of fire within her.

Gwen knelt between his legs, her body a soft counterpoint to his hardness.

Her lips traced the contours of his shaft, her tongue a teasing exploration against the sensitive flesh.

Her gaze met his, a silent conversation passing between them, a shared understanding of the game they were playing.

Ross savored the experience, the soft touch of her hands against his arousal, the hungry hunger in her eyes.

“You claimed to have genophobia, and your pathetic husband fell for it. What a sorry spectacle of a man,” he murmured, tracing the line of her jaw.

His voice, usually a command, now held a hint of tenderness, of appreciation.

The tension had shifted, the air thick with the anticipation of something more profound.

“I had no choice. You forced me into it, you evil man,” Gwen said, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.

Though she spoke the words like an accusation, her tone was anything but angry.

Instead, there was a hint of nostalgia, even pleasure, in her voice.

She clung to the excuse of being coerced, yet deep down, she knew the truth.

She had surrendered to Ross that night, and she had loved every second of it.

Her mind wandered back to the memory—how his strong hands had gripped her, how his lips and body had claimed her without hesitation.

The way he moved, relentless and unyielding, left her completely undone.

Hours of pure, unbridled passion that had pushed her to the edge of her sanity, making her body sing in ways she’d never thought possible.

She could still feel the echoes of that pleasure, how her entire body had trembled as she came, again and again, utterly helpless to resist him.

It was, without a doubt, one of the most thrilling experiences of her life.

Although it started bad at first, the ending was really something else indeed.

Ross was a superb lover, an accomplished talker, and his big dick also helped a lot.

More than a lot in fact.

“And now, here we are,” she added, her voice softening as her fingers brushed against his chest.

Her eyes locked with his, a flicker of mischief dancing in her gaze.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you? Admit it, Ross—you miss my tight pussy so much you had to call me here today.”

Her words were bold, shameless even, but Gwen knew exactly what she was doing.

She reveled in the way Ross’s jaw tightened, the flicker of desire igniting in his eyes.

She leaned closer, her breath brushing against his ear as she whispered,

“Go on, Ross. Tell me you’ve been thinking about me for these 3 long weeks.”

Her hands weren’t idle as she spoke. One of them slipped down to caress him, her fingers wrapping around his hardening length.

She moved with practiced ease, her touch deliberate and teasing.

She felt him twitch beneath her hand, and a triumphant smile curved her lips.

Gwen wasn’t finished, though.

Her other hand found its way to her own body, sliding down her curves until she reached the heat between her thighs.

She let out a soft moan as her fingers made contact with her clit, her own touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

She needed to be ready, dripping wet for him—and it wasn’t hard.

The scent of him, his innate masculinity, was more than enough to drive her wild.

“Perhaps but I could say the same to you, Gwen. You love this.” Ross countered.

“Not my fault. You just smell so good, Ross,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

“Just being near you is enough to make me lose control.” Her fingers worked faster now, both on herself and on him, her breaths growing heavier with each passing second.

She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing with heat.

“You like this, don’t you? Seeing me like this. Feeling me like this. Tell me how much you want me, Ross.” Her words were a challenge, daring him to lose the composure he always seemed so easy to maintain.

Gwen’s movements became more deliberate, her body pressing closer to his as she let herself succumb to the growing wave of desire.

She knew exactly what she was doing—knew exactly how to drive a man to the edge.

This worked for her husband, at least.

To Ross, however, he seemed like the deepest oceans—mysterious, unpredictable, and utterly unknowable.

“Yes, you really are something else, Gwen,” Ross said, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and raw desire.

He almost let himself lose control, his climax dangerously close, as the thought of covering her with his release flickered through his mind.

But just as he was about to explode, Gwen surprised him, pulling away before he could find that sweet nice lewd picture he had for Gwen today.

“Fuck me like a bitch, Ross,” Gwen demanded, her tone dripping with lust.

Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the bead of precome glistening on the crown of his cock, her eyes locking with his in a provocative challenge.

Then, without another word, she stood and sauntered to the front of the room, her hips swaying enticingly with every step.

Reaching the teacher’s desk, she bent over, her hands gripping the edge as she cast a heated glance back at him.

“My pleasure,” Ross replied, his voice low and commanding.

He shrugged off his shirt, the fabric landing carelessly to the side, and approached her with purposeful strides.

Standing behind her, he lined himself up and, without hesitation, thrust into her with force, eliciting a sharp gasp from Gwen.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

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