Chapter 356. Marc Is Talking About Anniversary While Her Girlfriend Was Pounded Hard!**

Chapter 356: 356. Marc Is Talking About Anniversary While Her Girlfriend Was Pounded Hard!**

The sharp, persistent ringing of the phone felt like a physical assault on the building tension in the room. Maya froze, straddling Mike with her cock still buried halfway inside her, her hips suspended in midair.

Her heart was hammering against her ribs, not from pleasure this time, but from pure, unadulterated panic.

"Nnngh... oh god, no, no, no..." she whimpered, her eyes darting toward the nightstand.

Before she could reach for it, Mike’s hand shot out with lightning speed. His fingers wrapped around the device, snatching it up before she could protest.

He glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating his face, which twisted into a mask of pure, malicious amusement.

"Well, well, well," Mike drawled, his voice dripping with venomous glee. "Look who’s calling..."

"It’s your precious boyfriend, Maya."

"MIKE! NO! Give it back!" Maya hissed, her voice cracking.

She reached for him desperately, but her body was still unsteady from her previous climax. "Please, Mike, don’t you fucking dare--"

"Hahaha!" Mike let out a bark of laughter that sounded downright evil. "You know what? I think he deserves to hear how you’re really spending your evening."

"Mike, stop! I’m serious, don’t—AAAAHHHH!" Maya’s scream was cut off when Mike abruptly swiped the screen to answer.

He didn’t even wait for a greeting before he pressed the phone to his ear, but instead of speaking, he simply watched her face with hungry, cruel satisfaction.

With a sudden, careless flick of his wrist, he tossed the phone straight at her. "Catch, sweetheart!"

"WHOA!" Maya gasped, her reflexes kicking in despite her panic.

She lunged forward, her breasts bouncing violently as she managed to snatch the phone out of midair just inches from her face. The sudden movement caused her to impale herself fully on Mike’s cock with a wet, meaty "SHHHLLLLUCK."

"AAAAHHHNNGH!" she cried out involuntarily, the dual shock of the near miss and the sudden penetration making her hips buckle.

Before she could even process what happened, Marc’s voice exploded from the speaker, clear and startlingly casual.

"Hey, babe? You there?" Marc asked, sounding completely oblivious to the situation. "I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you were free right now?"

"I kind of miss you and wanted to see if you wanted to hop on a call..."

Maya’s blood ran cold. Her eyes went wide as dinner plates.

She immediately slammed her hand over her mouth, pressing her palm against her lips so hard it hurt, terrified that even a single gasp would betray her. Her breathing became shallow and rapid through her nose, her chest heaving.

’What the fuck is wrong with him?! ’Her mind shrieked in terror. ’What the fuck was Mike thinking?!’

’This is insane! I’m literally impaled on another man’s cock while my boyfriend is asking to chat!’

’I’m going to die; I’m actually going to die of a heart attack right here!’

The silence on her end was deafening. On the other side of the line, Marc sounded confused.

"Maya? You there? Did I catch you at a bad time? You sound... I don’t know, out of breath?"

Maya’s eyes darted to Mike. He was lying there, propped up on his elbows, watching her with an expression of absolute triumph.

He wasn’t even hiding it; he was enjoying every second of her terror. His cock was throbbing inside her, and because she was still straddling him, every panicked breath she took caused her to grind down against him involuntarily.

"Mmmph nnngh" A tiny, muffled sound escaped through her fingers as her body betrayed her again.

The adrenaline from the panic was mixing with the lingering arousal, creating a dangerous, volatile cocktail in her veins.

’I can’t say anything,’ she thought frantically, tears of stress pricking at the corners of her eyes. ’If I speak, he’ll hear something...’

’If I hang up too fast, he’ll get suspicious... Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Mike is a fucking monster!’

Mike leaned forward slightly, bringing his face close to hers, whispering loud enough that the microphone might pick it up. "Tell him you’re busy, Maya."

"Tell him you’re... occupied."

Maya was spiraling into pure, unadulterated panic. Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her ribs, and her entire body was shaking with the effort of maintaining silence.

Every second Marc remained on the line felt like an eternity spent walking on the edge of a razor blade.

’I have to hang up; I have to end this RIGHT NOW before he hears something undeniable,’ her mind screamed, her thoughts racing faster than her pulse. ’Just say something quick, make an excuse, and cut him off before Mike ruins my entire life!’

Desperation forced her to lower her hand just enough to speak, though she kept her palm pressed against her lips to muffle any stray sounds.

"H-hey, Marc..." she stammered, her voice high-pitched and unsteady. "Now’s--"

But she never got to finish the sentence. At that exact moment, Mike decided to escalate his cruelty.

While watching her face with sadistic glee, he reached up and grabbed both of her breasts in one massive fist, squeezing her nipples with punishing force.

"Nnnngh--HMMMFF!" The sound was torn from her throat, a strangled, suppressed moan that she desperately tried to swallow.

Her back arched involuntarily, and the sudden spasm caused her to slam down hard on Mike’s cock. "SHHHLLLLUCK!"

"Now’s okay?" Marc asked through the phone, misinterpreting her broken sentence and the muffled noise as simple agreement. "Cool, cool... I’m glad you picked up."

"Look... I know it’s late."

Maya’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. She was trapped between two conflicting sensations: the sharp, stinging pleasure in her breasts and the overwhelming fullness of Mike’s cock filling her completely.

’Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’ she thought, tears of pure frustration pricking her eyes. ’I can’t do this...’

’I can’t... oh god, Mike is insane! He’s doing this on purpose! ’

Below her, Mike wasn’t letting her off easy. While she was trying to maintain the facade of a normal conversation, he began to thrust.

Not fast, but slow, deliberate, and devastatingly deep. "PLAP... SQUELCH... PLAP..."

Each movement was designed to maximize the friction against her most sensitive walls.

"So, listen," Marc continued, his voice warm and affectionate on the other end, making Maya’s guilt spike alongside her arousal. "I know I fucked up last time with our anniversary..."

"I’m really sorry I forgot, babe... I felt like such an asshole about it."

"But I’m going to make it up to you this time around... I’ve already got plans, and I promise, it’s going to be perfect."

Maya’s hand flew back to her mouth, pressing so hard her knuckles turned white. She felt like she was going to explode.

’This is torture, this is literal torture!’ her mind wailed. ’How can he be talking about anniversaries and making plans while I’m literally being fucked senseless by this psycho?’

’I can’t hold it back anymore; the pressure is too much. My body is screaming to let out a noise that will confirm everything!’

"Mmmphnnnngh!" A whimper escaped her nose as Mike delivered a particularly vicious thrust that hit her cervix directly.

THUD.

"Nnnnngh—HAAAAA." She choked off a scream, her mouth clamped shut so tightly her teeth creaked.

The sensation of Mike’s cock sliding against her clitoris while he simultaneously invaded her womb was sending waves of electricity through her that she could barely contain.

"Maya? You still there?" Marc asked, sounding slightly concerned. "You’re being really quiet... Everything okay?"

Maya could only stare at Mike, pleading with her eyes for him to stop, to give her a moment of mercy. But Mike’s response was to lean forward, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered,

"Tell him how much you’re enjoying your ’busy’ night."

Then, without warning, he began to pump his hips upward, meeting her downward grinds with increasing speed.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

The wet noise of their coupling was becoming dangerously loud, filling the space between her panicked breaths.

"Mmmph! Mmmphnnnngh!" Maya’s entire body began to tremble.

She was caught in a vice grip of guilt, terror, and overwhelming, bone-deep ecstasy. She could feel her climax building like an approaching storm, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to break through her control and expose her to the man on the other end of the line.