Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Chapter 492 Walnut
Ross adjusted the supplies again, pushing them aside to make more space. Then, with practiced ease, he placed his hands on her leg and began kneading the tight muscle.

Sandra tensed at first, her body on high alert, but as his fingers expertly worked over the cramp, she felt the pain begin to ease. Against her better judgment, she let out a small sigh of relief.

“What’s going on back there?” their father, Steven, asked, his voice cutting through the moment. His eyes was on the rearview mirror.

Sandra straightened instantly. “Cramp, Dad. Ross is just helping me with a massage.”

“Do you want me to stop and take a look?” Steven asked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror.

“No, it’s fine,” Sandra said quickly. “I just want to get there before dark.”

Steven nodded and refocused on the road, seemingly satisfied.

Ross chuckled softly. “Relax, I’m not going to bite.”

Sandra huffed, crossing her arms. “Just hurry up and finish. This is already embarrassing enough.”

Ross didn’t reply, but the amusement in his expression didn’t fade as he continued his work.

The car rolled on, the hum of the engine filling the space once more.

Ross massaged like he was born for the craft. His hands moved with an effortless precision, instinctively knowing where to press and how much pressure to apply.

t was as if he had studied the art of massage for years, yet his touch was so natural, so seamless, that it felt almost supernatural.

Any woman in the world would have melted under his hands, and Sandra was no exception.

“Hmmmm…” she moaned softly, unable to stop herself. Her body instinctively leaned into his touch, savoring every movement of his fingers as they worked their magic on her aching muscles.

She lost herself in the sensation, letting time slip away as the tension in her legs faded under his expert hands.

Several minutes passed before she realized what she was doing. Her eyes fluttered open, her face instantly heating with embarrassment. Had she really been moaning like that?

She stole a glance at Ross, but he didn’t react. He just kept working, his expression calm and unreadable, as if he were a seasoned professional performing a routine job.

Sandra bit her lip to keep another moan from slipping out. His hands were firm yet gentle, his touch both soothing and intoxicating. She never imagined a simple massage could feel this good.

The worst part was that Ross wasn’t even saying anything—he was just focused on his task, utterly indifferent to the effect he was having on her.

Ten minutes later, the massage came to an end. Sandra let out a slow breath, her muscles completely relaxed, the pain in her legs now a distant memory.

“It’s done,” Ross said simply, his tone neutral.

She expected him to tell her to get off his lap and return to her seat, but the words never came. Instead, he just sat there, as if he had already forgotten she was on top of him.

Sandra hesitated, glancing toward her seat, only to frown when she saw how cluttered it was.

Various supplies had been placed there, leaving little room for her to sit unless she took the time to move everything.

She sighed. She was too comfortable—and too lazy—to deal with that right now.

“If he doesn’t want me to move, then I guess his lap is my seat for the rest of the trip,” Sandra thought with a smirk.

Shifting slightly, she adjusted her position, making herself comfortable as she leaned back against Ross’s chest.

His warmth was undeniable, and despite his lack of reaction, she couldn’t help but enjoy the position they were in.

If Ross had a problem with it, he’d have to say something. Until then, she had no intention of moving.

The trip continued, the once-smooth road turning rougher with each passing mile.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

The car lurched violently—left, right, up, and down—each bump jostling its passengers in unpredictable ways. Sandra barely paid attention at first, too used to long drives, but then she felt something.

A firm pressure against her ass.

She shifted slightly, thinking it was just a wrinkle in the seat fabric or maybe something in her pocket. But as the vehicle continued to bounce along the rocky terrain, the sensation only became more noticeable.

She froze.

“What’s this?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

A strange heat bloomed in her lower belly as she realized the pressure wasn’t going away. In fact, it was growing more pronounced with each bump.

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned her head and stole a glance behind her.

Ross was still asleep, his head tilted to the side, his face calm and peaceful.

Her breath caught. Is he… hard?

The thought sent a shiver through her body.

Is that his cock I’m feeling down there?

Her pulse quickened. She swallowed hard, shifting again just to be sure. But there was no doubt. Even through their clothes, she could feel it—thick, unyielding, pressing firmly against her.

A rush of heat crept up her neck.

Sandra wasn’t completely inexperienced. She had only ever had one boyfriend, but she wasn’t naive.

She knew exactly what was happening, and there was no mistaking the size or shape of what was currently pressing against her ass.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

The car’s relentless movement made things worse. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of friction between them, rubbing her against him in a way that was impossible to ignore.

She clenched her thighs together, but it did little to stop the slow, unbearable heat building within her.

God, it was impossible not to notice how big he felt.

Her shorts weren’t helping. The tight fabric only heightened the sensation, making her hyperaware of every slight movement, every brush of contact between them.

She bit her lip, suppressing a gasp as another bump in the road made her rock forward before falling right back against him.

The heat between her legs throbbed.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!