Chapter 348. After Feeling The Massive Huge To Her Crotch... She Can’t Lie Anymore**

Chapter 348: 348. After Feeling The Massive Huge To Her Crotch... She Can’t Lie Anymore**

Mike’s fingers never stopped their relentless torment. He moved from rolling her nipples to using the full strength of his palms to squeeze her breasts upward, gathering the soft flesh toward her collarbones before releasing it with a sudden, jarring bounce.

His eyes remained fixed on her face, savoring every twitch, every dilated pupil, and every tear-streaked expression of agony and ecstasy.

An evil smirk spread across his lips as he saw her hips stutter in a series of small, helpless jerks.

"You know, Maya," he crooned, his voice dripping with dark encouragement, "you don’t have to pretend anymore."

"Don’t hold back and don’t try to stifle those sounds."

"Feel free to cum right here in front of me. Let it all out and let me see you break completely."

The suggestion hit her like a physical blow. The humiliation of being told to surrender her climax to give him the ultimate proof of her betrayal ignited a spark of defiance in her shattered psyche.

"NEVER!" Maya screamed, the word tearing from her throat with raw fury. "I’ll never... I’ll never let you see anything like that!"

"Never!" Her voice cracked, betraying the fact that she was already teetering on the edge of oblivion.

But as she shouted her defiance, her body betrayed her immediately. A sudden, sharp contraction seized her lower abdomen, followed by a wave of heat so intense it felt like her blood had turned to molten lava.

Her legs locked tight, and a strangled, high-pitched moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

’No... no, no, no,’ her mind screamed in terror as she felt the aftershocks rippling through her. ’There’s no way...’

’He didn’t... he couldn’t have just made me cum. Not like that. Not with just my tits.’

She lay there panting, her chest heaving as her nipples continued to throb with a painful, hypersensitive ache. The realization hit her with more force than any physical touch: she had just experienced a climax.

A small one, a teasing one, but it was real. And the most devastating part was the comparison.

’I haven’t even come like that with Marc,’ she thought, a wave of shame washing over her. ’Not even when we’re... when we’re completely connected.’

’Not even when he’s being as loving as he can be... How is this possible?’

A desperate, frantic question began to circle her mind like a vulture: ’How? How come someone I don’t love, someone who represents everything wrong in my life, is so fucking good with my body?’

She felt like her flesh had developed its own consciousness, a traitorous entity that had abandoned her soul to worship at Mike’s feet. Her nerves weren’t asking for Marc’s tenderness anymore; they were screaming for Mike’s cruelty.

Mike noticed the shift in her breathing, the way her defiance had dissolved into a stunned, panting silence. His smile widened, revealing teeth in the dim light as he leaned down to lick a stray tear from her cheek.

"That was just a taste, Maya," he whispered against her skin, his hand sliding down to grip her breast again, his thumb finding that rock-hard nipple. "That was just your body admitting defeat."

"Now, let’s see how loud you can really scream when I give you what you’re actually begging for."

"Nnngh... ahhh... stop... please don’t stop..." The contradiction spilled out of her before she could filter it.

Her hands, which had been pushing at his shoulders, suddenly curled into fists, gripping his biceps as she pulled him closer. Her mind was screaming ’no,’ but her body was already reaching for the next wave of destruction.

The air in the room felt charged, thick with the musk of arousal and the unspoken surrender that had finally broken Maya’s defenses. Her breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps as she stared up at Mike’s cruel, triumphant face.

Something inside her snapped: not her morality, which was already in tatters, but her restraint.

With hands that trembled violently from residual spasms, Maya reached up. Instead of pushing him away, her fingers tangled in his hair, and with a surprising surge of desperate strength, she began to push him backward.

Mike let out a surprised grunt as he fell back onto the silk pillows, but he didn’t resist. He simply watched her with those hungry, predatory eyes as she crawled over him.

Before he could utter another taunt, she leaned down and captured his lips with hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a collision of teeth and tongue, a starving woman finally tasting food.

She kissed him with a ferocity that spoke of her own internal war, trying to drown out the guilt with pure physical contact.

Mike broke the kiss after several seconds, letting out a throaty, mocking laugh that rumbled against her chest.

"Well, well," he purred, his hands immediately finding her hips to steady her. "Looks like you’ve decided to stop pretending."

"Pushing me down like this means you want to keep going, doesn’t it? You want to see how far this rabbit hole goes."

Maya couldn’t answer immediately. Her gaze had wandered downward, drawn by an undeniable magnetic pull.

As she straddled him, she felt the undeniable reality of him. Pressed against her sensitive, swollen crotch was a hard, massive package that felt like it was carved from granite.

’God help me,’ she thought, her pulse hammering in her ears. ’My body doesn’t want his words anymore... and it doesn’t want his promises.’

’All I can think about is that... that thing... That massive bulge pressing into me.’

’It feels like it could split me apart... The sheer scale of what she felt through his pants made her own arousal spike to dangerous levels.’

Mike noticed where her eyes had landed. His smile turned downright wicked as he reached up, one hand squeezing her breast while the other guided her hips to grind more firmly against his crotch.

"Admit it, Maya," he growled, his voice dropping to a husky register. "You’re not thinking about my mouth right now."

"You’re interested in the thing between my legs, aren’t you?"

Maya’s face burned, a flush creeping up from her cleavage to her cheeks.

"Maybe..." she whispered, her voice cracking, "maybe just a little."

’Just a little?’ she screamed at herself internally. ’I want to devour it...’

’I want to feel every inch of it.’ The comparison to Marc was involuntary and devastating.

Marc was adequate, safe, and predictable. But this thing beneath her was a weapon.

It was far larger, far more imposing, and the mere thought of it filling her made her clitoris throb with a painful intensity.

’If I pass this up, will I ever find anything like this again?’ the traitorous voice in her mind whispered.

’How many times can I get lucky enough to find something this fine, this dangerous?’ She felt like a gambler who had finally found the winning hand, and she was terrified of folding.

"Just a little?" Mike teased, his fingers digging into her nipple again, twisting it in a way that made her cry out.

"Aaaahhh!"

"Don’t lie to me," he commanded, his hips bucking upward involuntarily against her. "You want to feel how big I am and you want to see if you can even take it."

"Nnngh... haaa... mmmph!" Maya’s head fell back as she let out a broken moan.

The conflict between her mind’s horror and her body’s ravenous need was reaching a breaking point.

"I... I need to know," she gasped out, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. "I need to feel it, Mike... Please..."