Chapter 353. She’s Like A Broken Faucet! Every Movement Makes Her Squirt!**

Chapter 353: 353. She’s Like A Broken Faucet! Every Movement Makes Her Squirt!**

Mike saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her hips gave another involuntary, desperate roll against the mattress. He knew he had her.

He knew the psychological game he was playing, offering her freedom only to make her crave the cage more intensely. But he wasn’t about to let the tension linger forever; he needed to twist the knife to make sure she broke completely.

A cruel, knowing smirk played across his lips as he took another slow sip of water. "Well?"

"Clock’s ticking, Maya," he said, his voice dripping with false casualness. "I’m not planning on spending my night staring at you while you debate your morals."

"If you’re not interested in finishing what we started, just say the word..."

"I’ve got my phone right here... I can call one of the girls from the club someone who won’t have any second thoughts about being used."

"Someone who’ll take this cock without needing a philosophical discussion first."

The threat hit Maya like a physical blow to her stomach. The idea of him turning away from her, of another woman’s thighs parting for that massive, throbbing cock while she sat there in the wreckage of her own dignity, sent a spike of pure, unadulterated jealousy through her veins.

’You piece of shit,’ she thought, her teeth grinding together. ’You absolute asshole...’

’You know exactly what you’re doing. You know I’m already gone...’

But beneath the anger, the arousal was becoming unbearable. It wasn’t just a desire anymore; it was a physical torment.

Her lower body felt like it was being consumed by molten lava. Every nerve ending between her legs was screaming, pulsing with a need so primal it bypassed her brain entirely.

Her pussy was slick, soaking the sheets, clenching around nothing as it begged for the reentry of his thickness. The conflict in her mind was collapsing under the sheer weight of her lust.

The thoughts of her boyfriend, her promises, her relationship... they all burned away in the heat of Mike’s cock.

’I don’t care,’ she screamed internally. ’Fuck it! I don’t care if I’m cheating...!’

’I don’t care if I become his fucking slave... Just make it stop!’

’Make the need stop by filling me up!’

"Decide, Maya," Mike taunted, stepping closer until the heat from his body radiated against her skin. "Should I call her? Or are you going to keep lying to yourself?"

The dam finally broke. The frustration, the arousal, and the desperate need to possess him all erupted at once. Maya couldn’t contain it a second longer.

She arched her back, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her face flushed a deep, feverish red.

"AAAAAAHHHHH! FUCK!" she screamed, the sound raw and unhinged. "Stop talking! Just fuck me already!"

Mike froze, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he watched her unravel.

"Don’t you dare call anyone else!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with desperation.

She reached up, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength, pulling him toward her. "I don’t want you to stop! I want you to fuck me until I can’t fucking breathe!"

Her hips bucked upward, seeking him out with shameless hunger.

"TAKE IT!" she roared, her eyes wild and unfocused. "Take your massive fucking cock and stick it inside me!"

"Right now!"

"Fuck me like I’m nothing but your bitch! Fuck me like you own me!"

"Nnngh~! Fuck yes," Mike growled, his restraint snapping.

He dropped the water bottle, letting it clatter to the floor as he moved between her legs, his cock twitching violently against her inner thigh.

"PLAP... SQUELCH... SLURP..." Maya’s breathing was a series of broken gasps. "Harder! I want it hard!"

"I want to feel you stretching me apart! Fuck me, Mike! FUCK ME!"

She was past the point of no return. She didn’t want gentle; she didn’t want love.

She wanted to be claimed, to be used, to be filled to bursting by the man who had just shattered her entire world.

Mike let out a booming, triumphant laugh that echoed off the walls of the dimly lit room. It wasn’t a kind laugh; it was the sound of a predator who had watched his prey finally walk willingly into the trap.

He climbed back onto the bed with predatory grace, his massive frame looming over her like a shadow.

"There she is," he purred, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction as he straddled her thighs, the heat from his cock pressing against her swollen slit. "Finally being honest..."

"Finally being true to what you actually want, Maya."

"No more lies, no more pretending you’re some saint."

He leaned down close to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers cascading down her spine. "I should send Marc a message, shouldn’t I?"

"Tell him his luck just ran out completely."

"Tell him his boyfriend is officially mine now just like she begged for."

At the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a sharp, cold pang of remorse pierced through Maya’s haze of lust. For a split second, the image of Marc’s face flashed before her eyes, and a wave of guilt threatened to drown her.

’Marc... oh god, Marc...’

But the guilt was fleeting, fragile, and utterly powerless. Before she could even process the shame, Mike grabbed her hips with bruising force and drove himself forward in one devastating, unstoppable motion.

SHHHLLLLLLLLUCK PLAAAAAAT!

The sound of his cock breaching her wetness was explosive. He didn’t ease in; he impaled her, burying the entire length of his massive shaft into her tight, aching cunt in a single, violent thrust.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Maya’s scream was primal, ripped from the depths of her lungs as her body was forcibly stretched to its absolute limit.

Her back arched so violently that only her head and heels touched the mattress.

’Oh fuck... oh god...’ her mind shrieked as the remorse was instantly incinerated by a white-hot explosion of pleasure. ’This... THIS is what I’ve been waiting for!’

’Fuck the guilt! Fuck Marc! Just this feeling of being completely filled, completely taken!’

The sensation was overwhelming. The sheer girth of him stretching her walls apart felt like she was being split in two, but it was the most exquisite agony she had ever known.

The friction of his cock against her hypersensitive clit as he seated himself fully sent her over the edge before he had even begun to move.

"NGGGHHH HAAAAAAH!" Her inner muscles began to spasm uncontrollably. Her pussy clamped down on him in a series of desperate, milking contractions. "I’m... I’m cumming!"

"Mike, I’m cumming already!" she wailed, her hips bucking upward in a futile attempt to swallow even more of him.

Mike didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down to let her come.

Instead, he let out another dark chuckle as he felt her walls convulsing around him, milking his cock with her climax.

"Insertion complete," he growled into her ear, his voice thick with arousal as he held her pinned beneath his weight. "You’re taking every fucking inch of me, Maya."

"Look at you, cumming like a fucking slut before I’ve even started."

PLAP... SQUELCH... NNNGHH!

He began to pull back slowly, stretching her open before slamming back in with renewed ferocity.

SHHHLLUCK THUD!

Maya could only moan in broken, incoherent fragments, her eyes rolling back in her head. The world outside this bed—her marriage, her morality, her very identity—had ceased to exist.

There was only the rhythm, the wet sounds of their joining, and the relentless, punishing invasion of the man who now owned her soul.

The bedroom was filled with the wet, rhythmic violence of their coupling, a sound that drowned out any pretense of civilization. Mike was relentless.

He wasn’t just fucking her; he was punishing her for her surrender, driving into her with bone-jarring thrusts that made the headboard crack against the wall.

THUD... THUD... THUD...

PLAP SQUELCH PLAP SQUELCH!

Every time Mike buried himself to the hilt, Maya felt her entire nervous system short circuit. The friction was too much, the fullness too intense.

Her body had abandoned all control; she was caught in a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated sensation where every thrust triggered another cascade of ecstasy.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! NNNGHHHH!" Maya’s head thrashed from side to side on the pillow.

Her eyes were squeezed shut so tight that stars danced behind her eyelids. Her mouth was locked in a perpetual scream, her throat raw from the endless vocalizations of pleasure and pain.

SPLAAAAAAT!

As Mike hammered into her, Maya’s body buckled. A geyser of clear fluid erupted from her soaking wet cunt, spraying across her own stomach and Mike’s thighs as she squirted violently with the force of her climax.

But before she could even catch her breath, Mike pulled back nearly all the way before slamming home again.

SHHHLLLLLLLLUCK THUD!

"AAAAAAHHHHH! NO! I CAN’T... I’M CUMMING AGAIN!" she shrieked, her body convulsing once more.

Another torrent of arousal drenched the sheets, the wetness spreading beneath them in a warm pool. "I’m cumming! I can’t stop it! HNNNNGHHH!"

Mike let out a rough, mocking laugh as he watched her unravel. He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts, his cock working like a piston inside her twitching folds.

"Look at you," he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You’re fucking pathetic, Maya."

"You can’t even handle one thrust without breaking?"

"How fucking backed up were you? And how desperate were you for this?"

He thrust harder, deliberately finding the angle that made her scream the loudest.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

"You’re like a fucking broken faucet," he sneered, watching her hips jerk spasmodically. "Every time I touch you, you just spray everywhere."

"Is this what you wanted? To be nothing but a leaking hole for me to fuck?"

"YES! FUCK YES!" Maya screamed back, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. "I’M CUMMING! AGAIN! OH GOD, MIKE, PLEASE! AGAIN!"