Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Chapter 493 Bowl
The unintentional grinding was driving her crazy. She could feel herself getting wetter, the warmth pooling deep inside her.

It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. Ross was asleep, completely unaware of what was happening. And yet…

Her body wasn’t listening.

She inhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing heart.

But the more she tried to ignore it, the more her mind betrayed her.

Thoughts swirled, sinful and dangerous.

What would it feel like if there were no clothes between them?

Her breath hitched at the thought, and she squeezed her thighs even tighter. Stop it, Sandra.

But it was too late.

Her body was already reacting, and the road ahead was still long.

“Hmm…” Sandra moaned softly, biting her lip as a sweet, intoxicating sensation coursed through her.

She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, an unbearable throbbing need building with every passing second.

There was no doubt—she was absolutely drenched, her panties soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin.

The slick warmth made her squirm involuntarily, her body betraying her in ways she couldn’t control.

With a deep breath, she turned her head, heart pounding as she checked on Ross.

To her relief, he was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, a faint snore escaping his lips.

Sandra let out a small sigh, glad that he hadn’t noticed her predicament.

She knew she needed to move away, to put some distance between them before things got worse.

Carefully, she lifted her hips, intending to slide away without waking him.

But the moment she shifted, she felt it.

Click!

The unmistakable sound of a belt snapping open echoed in the quiet space. Sandra froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Ross’s jeans had come undone, and with them, his belt had given way, allowing something thick and heavy to break free.

Whether it was the rough movements of the journey or just the sheer strength of his erection, the result was the same—his cock was no longer confined.

Sandra’s breath hitched as she felt the warmth press against her, firm and undeniably real.

Her body tensed, her fingers instinctively reaching back to confirm what she already suspected.

As soon as her hand brushed against it, a jolt ran through her.

It was out.

Her stomach flipped as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, feeling the sheer size of it.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

“What the f—” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her mind raced. Should she pull away? Should she wake him?

But her body was betraying her, heat surging through her veins, her thighs pressing together as if drawn by some invisible force.

She knew she was in trouble.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ross? Wake up!” Sandra hissed in a sharp whisper, her voice laced with frustration.

“Zzzzz.”

Ross didn’t stir—not even the slightest twitch.

But Sandra knew better. There was no way he was actually asleep.

She tried pinching him but he did not wake up at all.

It was of course impossible to wake up someone who was already awake.

The realization of how dire her circumstance was hit her like a slap to the face.

She did not know that Ross had orchestrated every bump, every jolt of the vehicle, ensuring the perfect setup for exactly what he wanted.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, uncertain of what to do.

A part of her wanted to push away, to put an end to this, but another part… wanted to stay longer in this dangerous yet tempting situation.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The car rocked violently.

Then—

“Ohhh…” Sandra’s moan escaped before she could stop it, a raw, breathless sound.

Ross’s cock had slipped beneath the edge of her shorts, past the thin fabric of her soaked panties.

It nudged against her entrance—hot, thick, and unforgiving.

A shudder ran through her as she felt it push in, stretching her open, her slick heat offering no resistance.

Each bump in the road drove him deeper.

Slowly.

Surely.

Until—

“Ahhhhh…” Sandra audibly moaned.

“Are you okay back there, Sandra?”

Sandra’s blood ran cold. Her father.

“I’m fine, Dad. I just bumped my head,” she lied, her voice strained.

She bit down hard on her lip, desperate to suppress another moan as Ross’s cock buried itself fully inside her.

She was seated completely on his lap now, her body betraying her in the most wicked way.

And Ross… he was still pretending to be asleep.

“Oh my god,” Sandra moaned, her breath hitching as the car jolted over another rough patch in the road.

Each bump sent her hips rocking against Ross’s thick, unyielding cock, forcing her to ride him over and over again.

It wasn’t intentional—she wasn’t doing this on purpose. It was the damn road, the car, the way the suspension bounced with every uneven turn.

But to anyone watching, it would have seemed like she was willingly grinding on him, using his cock to fuck herself in a desperate frenzy.

At first, there was pain. Ross was much bigger than she was used to, stretching her in ways that made her wince.

Her walls clenched instinctively, trying to adjust, but the relentless motion left her no time to ease into it.

Every rock and sway of the vehicle pushed him deeper, filling her completely.

A whimper slipped from her lips as the initial discomfort warred with something darker, something hotter building inside her.

Ross sat back, his hands resting casually on her waist, his dark eyes watching every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

He wasn’t doing anything—wasn’t thrusting, wasn’t forcing her down. He didn’t have to.

The road was doing all the work for him.

Sandra’s fingers curled into his strong thighs, her breathing coming in shallow pants.

It was getting harder and harder to deny the pleasure creeping up her spine.

“Ahhh…”

“Ohhh…”

“Ughhh…”

She bit her lip, trying to silence the sounds threatening to escape.