Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 319 Soaked

”I like you, Mrs. Lawrence.”

”I know you know that, from a long time ago.”

When Mrs. Lawrence heard Ross’s confession, she couldn’t help but stiffen slightly.

It wasn’t the first time someone had confessed their feelings to her over the years; in fact, she had lost count of how many men had done so.

She maintained her figure by regularly going to the gym and eating healthy, but her goal was never to attract attention.

She simply believed that a good body was essential to truly enjoy life, enabling one to interact better with the world and those around them.

Even so, Ross’s confession didn’t exactly surprise her. It was common knowledge among those around her how smitten he had been with her, even from a young age.

Ever since he hit puberty, his attention had been squarely fixed on her, and she had noticed.

Ross was not alone in his attraction to Mrs. Lawrence. Many men, from boys his age to those nearing retirement, had made advances towards her. She looked still exactly at her prime and peak beauty.

However, Mrs. Lawrence consistently and firmly rejected their propositions.

”Yes, I know, Ross,” Mrs. Lawrence said gently. ”But aren’t I too old for you? Maybe you should turn your focus to Aria or Hannah instead. As far as I know, they’re both still single. I’d be happy if you pursued them—I know you’d be a good man for them.”

During their conversation that evening, Mrs. Lawrence had learned quite a bit about Ross. She now knew that his lottery win was real and that he was on track to play in the NBA.

He had the financial stability to start a relationship, and more than that, he seemed mature and driven.

Still, Mrs. Lawrence wasn’t overly concerned about Ross pursuing her daughters.

She knew them well enough to realize they wouldn’t be interested in someone like him—not after he admitted to having at least a dozen women waiting for him back in Parkland City.

Her daughters were discerning, and entering such a complex dynamic was something she knew they would avoid. Relationships like that often led to more trouble and heartbreak than they were worth.

”I don’t want any other woman. I want you, Mrs. Lawrence,” Ross said firmly, his voice steady and filled with conviction.

Before she could respond, he closed the gap between them, wrapping her in a strong embrace and claiming her lips in a passionate, rough kiss.

His movements were deliberate, his lips pressing firmly against hers as he poured all his desire into the moment.

When his tongue swept past her lips, seeking hers, he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

”Mmm…” Mrs. Lawrence’s eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening as she tried to process what was happening. She hadn’t been kissed like this in over fifteen years—not since her late husband.

Ross’s masculine scent, a heady mix of cologne and something uniquely his, filled her senses, stirring something deep within her that she thought had long been dormant.

At first, she tried to resist, her rational mind telling her this was wrong. But as his lips moved with increasing intensity, her defenses began to crumble.

Her body responded instinctively, her lips parting to allow him greater access.

The feeling of being desired so fiercely, so unapologetically, reignited a part of her that she had buried under years of restraint and self-denial.

Ross’s arms held her tightly, his strength making her feel small and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t experienced in years.

His lips were demanding yet skilled, his kiss awakening feelings she hadn’t allowed herself to feel since her husband’s death.

By the time she realized she was kissing him back with equal fervor, it was too late to deny her attraction.

She moaned softly against his lips, her fingers curling into his shirt as the intensity between them grew. Experience exclusive tales on .Côm

But Ross wasn’t content with just a kiss. His hands began to explore her body, moving from her waist upward until they reached her chest.

Through the fabric of her blouse, he cupped one of her breasts, his large hand kneading the soft mound with firm, confident movements.

”Ahhh…” A louder moan escaped Mrs. Lawrence’s lips before she could stop it. A surge of pleasure radiated from her chest, sending tingling sensations throughout her body.

She felt her nipples harden beneath her bra, the thin fabric doing little to dull the sensations his touch evoked.

Ross moved from one breast to the other, his hands alternating between caresses and firm squeezes. All the while, his lips never left hers, each kiss more passionate than the last.

Mrs. Lawrence felt heat pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her as her arousal grew. She was drenched, her panties clinging uncomfortably to her heated pink tight pussy.

They were seated on the sofa now, Ross looming over her as his hands roamed her body. Time seemed to stand still as he continued his relentless assault, his kisses growing increasingly daring.

Mrs. Lawrence felt herself surrendering to the sensations, her mind clouded with pleasure as she clung to him.

Then, she felt his hand begin to travel lower. It slid down her waist, brushing against her thighs before slipping beneath her skirt.

His fingers lightly caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, inching higher with each passing second. Her breath hitched as his touch sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation.

When his hand finally reached her soaked panties, she gasped, her body jolting as a wave of reality crashed over her.

The sensation of his fingers grazing her most intimate area was both electrifying and terrifying, snapping her out of her haze.

”Ross, please stop,” she said, her voice shaky and breathless as she pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand in place.

Summoning what little resolve she had left, she pushed him away with trembling hands.

Ross paused, his eyes locking with hers. For a moment, he didn’t move, his expression a mix of confusion and longing.