Chapter 349. She’s Sucking and Stroking It Like A Pro Bitch Right Now! I’m Impressed!**

Chapter 349: 349. She’s Sucking and Stroking It Like A Pro Bitch Right Now! I’m Impressed!**

Mike saw the desperation in her eyes, the way her pupils had blown wide with hunger, and he knew he had won. But he wasn’t ready to give her everything just yet; he wanted to savor the spectacle of her surrender.

With sudden strength, he gripped her hips and pushed her backward, forcing her off his body until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread between them.

"Wait right there," he commanded, his voice thick with authority.

He stood up slowly, towering over her, casting a shadow that seemed to envelop her entire body.

Maya watched, breathless, as he reached for the waistband of his pants. When he stripped them off in one fluid motion, the sheer reality of him hit her like a physical blow.

His cock sprang free with a heavy thud, a massive, dark pillar of flesh that seemed almost too large to be real. As it settled, it swung forward, the tip brushing against her cheek with a wet, meaty slap that made her gasp.

"How about this?" Mike asked, tilting his head with a cruel, satisfied smirk as he watched her face react. "Still thinking about Marc now?"

Maya couldn’t even form a coherent thought. Her mouth hung open, her breathing coming in short, shallow pants.

The sight of him so raw, so imposing, left her completely speechless.

"Now," Mike continued, stepping closer until his thigh was pressed against her shoulder, "why don’t you try sucking me off for a bit?"

"It’s your turn to please me, Maya. Show me how much you really want it."

There was no hesitation. No moral debate and no internal struggle about Marc or propriety.

The moment the request left his lips, Maya’s body made the decision for her. She slid off the bed onto her knees, her movements instinctive and desperate.

As she moved closer, the scent hit her: a potent, overwhelming musk that was pure, unadulterated masculinity. It was the smell of sweat, heat, and raw testosterone, a primal aroma that seemed to bypass her brain and go straight to her core. It was intoxicating.

’Oh god,’ she thought, her knees shaking against the carpet. ’It smells so strong... so manly...’

’It’s driving me insane.’

Her mouth watered involuntarily. A thin string of saliva escaped her lips, dripping onto the floor as she stared up at the throbbing length of him.

The smell was so intense it felt like she could taste it in the air. Without thinking, she reached out, her hands trembling as they wrapped around the base of his cock.

Her fingers couldn’t even meet around the girth.

"Mmmph... ahhh..." she whimpered, a low, needy sound escaping her throat.

The skin was hot, searingly hot, and velvet smooth. She began to stroke him, her palm sliding up and down the shaft in slow, reverent motions.

The sound of her wet palm against his flesh, shlick, shlick, shlick, filled the space between them, punctuating her ragged breathing.

"Nnngh... haaa..." Maya moaned as she felt the way he pulsed beneath her touch.

Every stroke felt like she was touching something sacred, something she had been starving for her entire life without even knowing it. She leaned forward, her nose brushing against the underside of the shaft, inhaling deeply, letting the musk fill her lungs until her head spun.

Mike looked down at her, one hand coming down to grip the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he watched her worship him.

"That’s it, Maya," he growled, his hips twitching forward. "Show me how good you can be."

Maya’s inhibitions didn’t just crack; they shattered into dust. The primal pull of his scent and the imposing sight of his cock drove her to abandon any pretense of hesitation.

Her hands gripped his thighs for balance as she leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to tentatively taste the slit at the very tip of his cock.

Slurp... mmmph...

The moment her tongue made contact with the sensitive, wet crown, a jolt of electricity shot through her entire body. The taste was immediate salt, musk, and something uniquely him.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she became bolder, her tongue swirling around the rim with increasing hunger.

’This taste...’ her mind screamed as she began to slide her mouth over him. ’This is what I’ve been starving for...’

’All those lonely nights with Marc, pretending this was enough... but it wasn’t... I was dying inside for this.’ The delicious, tangy flavor mixed with that intoxicating hint of bitterness made her brain fog over with pure lust.

She opened her mouth wide, taking as much of the massive head as she could manage.

"Slurp... schlick... gluck... mmmph!"

The sounds were wet, obscene, and loud in the quiet suite. She began to suck with a desperate rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she created a powerful vacuum around him.

Her tongue worked frantically against the underside of the shaft, licking upward with long, deliberate strokes that made Mike’s hips jerk involuntarily.

Schlick... schlick... gluck... slurp...

’More,’ her inner voice demanded, growing more feral by the second. ’I need more of this...’

’I want to swallow him whole...’

’I want to be nothing but his mouth, his toy, his fucking bitch...’

’I want every drop of this power...’

She wasn’t just performing; she was consuming. She pushed herself harder, her throat working to accommodate the sheer girth of him, forcing herself to take more and more until her eyes watered and her nose pressed against his pubic hair.

The sensation of him filling her mouth while her tongue danced around his sensitive nerves was overwhelming.

"Nnngh... gllluck... schlick... mmmph hnnn!" A muffled moan escaped her nose as she picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down with increasing violence.

She was sucking hard now, the sound of her saliva mixing with his precum creating a wet, squelching noise that echoed off the walls.

Mike let out a rough, guttural laugh, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her movements.

"Fuck, Maya," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "Look at you..."

"You’re being so fucking bold this time. Where did that bravado little girl go?"

He thrust his hips forward, meeting her mouth with each downward stroke, forcing her to take him deeper.

"GLUCK... SCHLICK... SLURP..."

Maya’s mind was a hurricane of sensation. The taste, the smell, the feeling of his pulse hammering against her tongue—it was all she knew.

The guilt about Marc was gone, replaced by a singular, consuming need to please the man who had systematically dismantled her. She wanted to prove she could handle him, that she could be the perfect vessel for his pleasure, even as her own body screamed in silent, ecstatic agony.

Maya was beyond any semblance of control; she had descended into a state of pure, animalistic devotion. Her mouth worked around Mike’s cock with increasing desperation, the wet, rhythmic sounds of her efforts filling the room like a perverse soundtrack.

"Schlick... gluck... slurp... mmmph!"

Her hands weren’t idle either. While her mouth focused on the punishing rhythm of sucking the shaft, her fingers wandered downward.

She reached for his balls, her small hands cupping the heavy, warm weight of his scrotum. She began to stroke them gently between her fingers, her thumb tracing the sensitive skin as she worked them in sync with her mouth.

"Schlick... schlick... mmmph..."

Mike let out a long, shuddering exhale, his head falling back against the headboard as he looked down at the top of her head.

"Fuck, Maya... you’re being such a good bitch tonight," he growled, his voice thick with approval. "I love seeing this side of you... so assertive and so fucking hungry."

"You’re not even pretending to be the innocent girlfriend anymore, are you?"

Maya couldn’t answer, but her throat constricted around him in a throaty moan that served as her only reply.

’Good bitch...’ the words echoed in her mind, igniting a fire in her gut. ’Yes... That’s exactly what I am right now.’

Her body felt alive in ways she had never imagined, every nerve ending screaming for more of him. As she cradled his balls, her mind began to race, conjuring up images and memories she hadn’t dared to acknowledge before.

’I want it,’ she thought frantically as she felt the weight of him in her hands. ’I want to coax every single drop out of him...’

’I want to drain those balls until he has nothing left. ’

Suddenly, techniques she had never consciously practiced and things she had only read about or imagined in her darkest, most shameful fantasies began to surface. She knew exactly where to apply pressure, how to angle her tongue to hit the most sensitive spots, and how to create the perfect suction to make him lose control.

She put those instincts into immediate practice. Instead of the steady rhythm before, she began to vary the pressure, sucking harder on the head while simultaneously using her tongue to swirl around the frenulum.

She increased the speed, her head bobbing faster and faster, her cheeks pulling in tight with every desperate swallow.

"GLUCK... SCHLICK... SLURP... NNNGH!"

The wetness increased as her saliva combined with his arousal, creating an obscene, squelching noise that seemed to vibrate through her own skull. She was relentless, her tongue flicking rapidly along the underside of the shaft while her fingers kneaded his balls with increasing intensity.

Mike’s hips began to buck involuntarily, his hands gripping her hair tighter as he felt the skill behind her movements.

"Holy fucking shit, Maya!" He barked out a laugh that was half groan. "You’re almost like a fucking pro, bitch, with how you’re blowing me."

"Where the fuck did you learn to move like that?"