Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Chapter 494 Dodge
The sensation was too much, too intense, and she hated how good it felt.

The helplessness, the loss of control—it should have made her feel powerless.

Instead, it sent electric jolts of pleasure shooting through her body.

Minutes passed, her body rocking in an erratic rhythm dictated entirely by the car’s movements.

Her slickness coated his cock, making each unintentional thrust smoother, deeper.

The friction sent sparks of heat coiling in her belly, a knot tightening inside her, growing unbearable.

No. No, she couldn’t—

“I’m coming—no!” she gasped, panic flickering in her eyes as the inevitable crashed over her.

Her head dropped forward, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she fought to stifle the scream bubbling in her throat.

But there was no stopping it.

Her pussy clenched hard around him, her orgasm detonating like a firework, her body betraying her completely.

Wetness gushed from her, drenching Ross’s lap, soaking his clothes in undeniable proof of her release.

Her breathing was ragged, her limbs trembling as the aftershocks pulsed through her.

Shame and satisfaction warred within her, leaving her dazed, unable to process what had just happened.

The scent of Sandra’s release hung thick in the confined space of the car, a lingering reminder of her unrestrained pleasure.

But no one noticed—no one except Ross.

With a mere thought, he had effortlessly manipulated the senses of everyone nearby, ensuring that only he could revel in the intoxicating aroma of her ecstasy.

“Hahhh… ahhh…” Sandra panted, her body still trembling, her thighs twitching as the aftershocks pulsed through her.

She had never experienced anything like this before.

That orgasm had been earth-shattering, a pleasure so raw and intense it left her lightheaded, almost delirious.

It felt as if Ross had wrung her soul out through her dripping, overstimulated pussy.

Her body was weak, her limbs heavy, but she knew she had to move.

I should get off him now… she thought sluggishly. But even as she tried to convince herself, she was still so very full.

Ross was still inside her—still thick, still rock hard.

She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock pressing against her swollen, hypersensitive walls.

And worst of all… her treacherous body wanted to keep him there.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily, an instinctive reaction to the feeling of emptiness threatening to take over.

She bit her lip hard, scolding herself for the needy response.

No. I need to get a hold of myself.

Fighting against her own body’s desires, she forced herself to move, planting her hands on Ross’s chest for leverage.

His heartbeat was steady beneath her fingertips—completely unbothered, completely composed, as if nothing had happened.

Gritting her teeth, she slowly began to lift herself off him, wincing at the sensation of his cock dragging against her slick, sensitive walls.

Her pussy protested, gripping him tightly, reluctant to let go.

A whimper nearly escaped her lips, but she swallowed it down.

And then, just as she struggled to free herself, Ross finally spoke.

“What happened?” he murmured, his voice filled with feigned confusion.

Sandra stiffened.

She turned her head and looked down at him, eyes wide, heart hammering against her ribs.

His expression was so perfectly blank, so utterly convincing that for a brief moment, she doubted everything that had just transpired.

Had he really not noticed? Had he somehow not realized what had just happened between them?

But that was impossible.

Her cheeks burned, shame and frustration tangling together as she struggled to form a response.

Ross’s acting was flawless—so masterful that even she almost believed him.

And yet… the innocent glint in Ross’s eyes made it seem as if he was truly oblivious to what had just happened.

His face was unreadable, his expression calm, his breathing even, as if he had truly slept through the entire thing.

He hadn’t moved—not once. From the very start, he had simply lain there, unmoving, undisturbed.

Sandra had no evidence to suggest otherwise.

And yet, what irritated her the most—what made her core throb with unwanted frustration—was the fact that Ross was still rock hard inside her.

The weight of his cock, the way it stretched her so perfectly, the unbearable heat radiating from him… it was too much.

She needed to get off him. Needed to separate from him before things escalated further.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It was an accident,” she murmured.

“The road was rough… and then… your cock was just inside me.”

Ross tilted his head slightly, as if processing her words.

His expression remained unreadable for a long, tense moment.

Then, to her horror, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Oh?” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “How could something like this be an accident? I was just sleeping… and you took advantage of me, Sandra.”

She stiffened.

“I didn’t—”

“I didn’t know you wanted me that much.” His tone was low, smooth, and dripping with mock innocence.

Sandra’s heart pounded in her chest.

Before she could react—before she could even think—Ross moved.

He lifted his hips at the exact moment the car hit another bump, driving himself deeper inside her.

The sudden, forceful thrust sent a violent shudder through her body, her breath hitching in a strangled gasp.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

“S-Stop,” she stammered, her voice shaky, weak.

“I’m telling the truth… it was really an accident, nothing more—ahh!”

Her protest was cut off by a moan as Ross kept going.

Unlike before, when the road dictated her movements, this time, he was in control.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up into her, his strokes deep, slow, and deliberately torturous.

Sandra’s mind scrambled to resist—to push him away, to break free—but her body betrayed her.

The way he filled her, the friction, the pressure against all the right places… it was intoxicating.

She tried to suppress her moans, tried to fight against the pleasure tightening in her cunt, but it was useless.