Chapter 350. I’m Not Going To Let Her Make Me Explode That Easily! (Finger Time)**

Chapter 350: 350. I’m Not Going To Let Her Make Me Explode That Easily! (Finger Time)**

Maya’s eyes rolled back in her head as she heard his praise. A wave of twisted pride washed over her.

’Am I?’ she wondered, a flash of terrifying self-awareness piercing through the lust. ’Have I always been this much of a sexual deviant?’

’Was all that time with Marc just a performance?’

’Was I always this hungry for something this filthy?’ The thought should have horrified her, but instead, it acted like fuel.

The realization that she possessed this capacity for debauchery made her want to push even further. She wanted to see how far she could push him, how much pleasure she could extract from him before he broke.

"Mmmph... mmm hnnn... schlick... gluck!" She redoubled her efforts, her throat working convulsively as she tried to take as much of him as her mouth would allow, her entire being focused on the singular goal of milking him dry.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the only reality being the wet, obscene sounds of Maya’s mouth working against Mike’s cock. She was completely lost in the rhythm, her knees aching against the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

’I should be ashamed,’ she thought, even as she opened her mouth wider to accommodate his girth. ’I should feel sick with humiliation, kneeling here like a dog, worshipping this man who is destroying my life...’

’I should be crying for Marc.’ But as the thought surfaced, it was immediately drowned out by a surge of adrenaline so potent it made her fingertips tingle. ’But I don’t feel shame...’

’I feel... alive. I feel fucking electrified...’

Instead of humiliation, she felt a perverse sense of power in her surrender. The more she gave herself over to his cock, the more she felt she was discovering a part of herself that had been buried under layers of propriety and marriage vows.

"Schlick... gluck... mmmph hnnn!"

She attempted to take him deeper, pushing past her usual limits, but her jaw cramped as she reached the thickest part of the shaft. A frustrated moan escaped her throat.

’God, it’s impossible,’ she thought, her eyes watering from the strain. ’Even if I stretch my cheeks as far as they can go, even if I try to swallow every inch of him... it still won’t fit.’

’He’s too damn huge and... he’s too fucking thick.’ The sheer scale of him made her feel small, fragile, and utterly overwhelmed.

The scent was becoming a physical presence in her lungs, a thick, intoxicating fog. Every time she pulled back to take a breath, she was met with another wave of that potent, salty musk.

It was so concentrated, so raw, that just catching a whiff of it made her head swim.

’It makes me dizzy,’ she realized, her vision blurring slightly as she leaned back in for another round. ’One breath of this smell and I feel like I’m going to pass out...’

’It’s like a drug. I’m getting high on him.’

She redoubled her efforts, determined to conquer the impossible. She abandoned the fast, frantic pace for something more deliberate and punishing.

She began to use her tongue in long, slow spirals around the sensitive head before sliding her mouth down the shaft with agonizing slowness, stretching herself to the absolute limit.

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

The sound of her saliva, thick and plentiful, made a wet, sucking noise that seemed to echo off the walls. She began to bob her head with more control, using her throat muscles to create a rhythmic pulsing sensation that she knew would drive him mad.

She focused on the underside, where the vein throbbed most visibly, licking it with quick, flicking motions before taking the whole thing back into her mouth.

"Nnngh... ahhh... mmmph!" A muffled cry tore from her as she tried to take the glans fully into her mouth, her throat working convulsively to try and accommodate the bulge.

Mike’s breathing had turned into ragged, animalistic growls. His hands were buried deep in her hair now, not just guiding her, but gripping with enough force to leave marks.

"Fuck, Maya... you’re going to make me cum right now," he gasped out, his hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to meet her mouth. "You’re fucking killing me with that mouth."

Maya’s mind was a haze of pleasure and disbelief. She was a stranger to herself, a creature of pure need, lost in the delicious, overwhelming reality of Mike’s cock and the intoxicating, dizzying musk that filled her entire world.

Maya was no longer just performing a service; she was possessed. The dizziness she felt from his intoxicating musk wasn’t making her pull away it was acting like an accelerant on a fire.

The more her head spun from that heavy, masculine aroma, the more she wanted to bury her face in it, to inhale him until there was nothing left of her own identity.

’I can’t get enough,’ she thought frantically as she drove her face against his pelvis. ’This smell... it’s like it’s rewiring my brain...’

’Every time I breathe him in, I just want to suck harder... I want to drown in it.’

"Schlick... slurp... GLUCK!" The sounds were becoming increasingly obscene as she picked up a frenzied, desperate pace.

Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but she pushed through it, her teeth grazing him lightly in a way she knew would make him twitch.

Mike’s hips were bucking violently now, his entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.

"Fuck, Maya... you’re you’re fucking relentless," he gasped, his voice cracking.

He felt himself on the absolute precipice, the pressure building behind his cock so intensely it was painful. "I’m not.. I’m not giving it to you yet! Not yet~!"

He wanted to prolong this torment, to watch her squirm under the weight of her own desire. While keeping his cock tantalizingly close to her lips, he reached down with one hand.

His fingers hooked into the lace waistband of her panties, dragging them aside just enough to expose her dripping wet slit.

"Nnngh mmph!" Maya made a muffled sound of surprise against his cock as she felt his cold fingers suddenly make contact with her scorching flesh.

Mike didn’t hesitate. He plunged two fingers deep into her soaking pussy, finding her completely flooded.

The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her was wet and squelching splat, squelch, schlick a perfect harmony to the sucking sounds coming from her mouth.

"Hoh-hohhhh~! You’re fucking hot, Maya," Mike growled, his eyes dark with sadistic pleasure as he watched her hips involuntarily buck against his hand. "I mean just look at you right now..."

"You’ve been sucking on me like a fucking animal, but your pussy is absolutely drenched."

"You’re soaking wet... and it’s even better when you’re fucking dripping for me while you’re busy on my cock."

"Mmmph hnnn!" Maya’s eyes rolled back.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The taste and smell of him in her mouth, while simultaneously feeling his fingers stretching her open and pumping through her cream, was sending her into a state of sensory overload.

"Schlick... gluck... slurp... splat... squelch..."

Mike increased the pace of his fingers, circling her swollen clit with his thumb while thrusting deep inside her.

"Tell me, bitch," he commanded, leaning down so his breath hot against her ear. "Are you eager?"

"Are you fucking desperate to move to the next step?"

"Do you want me to fuck you now?"

Maya tried to answer, but her mouth was full of his massive cock. She couldn’t speak properly; she could only manage desperate, wet sounds of denial that contradicted everything her body was saying.

"Mmmph nnn! Nnngh mmph!" she cried out around him, her head shaking frantically from side to side.

To any observer, it might have sounded like she was refusing, but the way her hips were grinding against his fingers, the way she was sucking even harder in response to his question, told the real story.

’No, I can’t talk!’ her mind screamed through the haze of arousal. ’I can’t say yes because I want to show you how much I need it!’

’I want you inside me, Mike!’

’I want you to wreck me just like you’re wrecking my mouth!’

"GLUCK... SCHLICK... SPLAT..." The wet noises intensified as she became more desperate, her tongue working feverishly to milk him while her pussy clutched at his fingers in rhythmic, involuntary spasms.

She was a mess of saliva and arousal, a woman completely undone by the man who had claimed her.