Chapter 357. She Can’t Control Her Moaning... So She Said It Was Exercise**

Chapter 357: 357. She Can’t Control Her Moaning... So She Said It Was Exercise**

Maya was caught in a hellish, exquisite purgatory. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the phone so hard her fingers began to ache, her entire body vibrating with the effort of maintaining a fragile silence.

Every muscle in her thighs was locked tight around Mike’s waist, her legs shaking with the strain of holding herself upright while her insides were being ravaged.

’I can’t make a sound... One sound... Just one broken note, one gasp that’s too high, one moan that’s too wet, and it’s over,’ her mind shrieked in a state of hypervigilant terror. ’If my voice cracks even a little, if I breathe too loud, Marc will know...’

’He’ll hear the truth... He’ll hear exactly how I’m being filled up right now...’

But her body was a traitor. Despite the paralyzing fear of being caught, her nerve endings were firing on all cylinders.

The combination of the adrenaline from the risk and the brutal, relentless rhythm Mike was establishing was driving her toward a cliff she couldn’t avoid.

PLAP... SQUELCH... PLAP... SQUELCH!

Mike was deliberately increasing the intensity. He wasn’t just thrusting anymore; he was grinding, his pelvis slamming against hers with each wet, meaty impact.

He reached up, his large hands sliding from her breasts down to her hips, gripping her flesh to anchor her as he drove himself deeper, harder, seeking to break her composure.

’God, it’s so hot,’ Maya thought, her mind beginning to haze over as the pleasure began to eclipse the panic. ’My body feels like it’s melting.’

’I can’t stop... I don’t want to stop...’

’Why can’t I stop?’

’I should be terrified, but all I can think about is how incredible it feels to have him stretching me like this, how good it feels to be used like this.’

"Nnngh... mmmph..." A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her nose as Mike deliberately hit her G spot with a precise upward thrust.

Her pussy clutched around him in a desperate, involuntary spasm, milking his shaft with terrifying strength.

On the other end of the line, the silence from Maya was becoming suspicious.

"Maya?" Marc’s voice came through again, but this time there was a clear edge of concern. "Hey, seriously, what’s going on?"

"You’re being weirdly quiet. And... wait." He paused, tilting his head as if listening intently to the background noise. "Is something happening there?"

"I think I heard something. Like... a wet noise? Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

Maya’s heart stopped. She froze mid-grind, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes flew to Mike, who was grinning like a demon, his eyes alight with the thrill of the deception.

He didn’t stop; in fact, he deliberately slowed down his thrusts to a torturously shallow, grinding pace, making sure each movement created the loudest possible squelching sound.

SHHHLLLLUCK... SQUISH...

’Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’ her mind screamed. ’He heard it... He heard the wetness...!’

’He heard us! I have to say something; I have to say something normal before he calls the police or comes over here!’

"I—I’m... fine!" she finally managed to choke out, her voice cracking slightly despite her best efforts. She forced a laugh that sounded more like a strangled sob. "I just... I just dropped something."

"A water bottle. It’s... it’s fine, Marc. Really."

"A water bottle?" Marc sounded skeptical. "It sounded weird, Maya. Like... like someone was

PLAP!

Mike delivered a sudden, powerful thrust that bottomed out completely, sending a shockwave of ecstasy straight to Maya’s brain.

"MMMMMMMPH!!!" Maya’s mouth was clamped shut so tight her teeth nearly pierced her tongue, but she couldn’t stop the sound from vibrating through her skull.

Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as her pussy began to clamp down on Mike in waves of approaching climax.

’I can’t... I can’t hold it!’ she thought desperately as her vision began to blur. ’It’s too much!’

’The phone, the voice, the cock... it’s all too much!’

’I’m going to cum; I’m going to cum right while he’s talking to me, and I’m going to ruin everything!’

"Maya? You still there? You sound like you’re choking." Marc’s voice was growing more urgent now. "Talk to me, babe... What’s wrong?"

Mike leaned in close, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered, "Answer him, Maya."

"Tell him you’re just... catching your breath."

Maya was teetering on the edge of insanity. The sheer wrongness of the situation, the risk of Marc hearing everything, the betrayal, and the deception weren’t frightening her anymore; it was feeding her arousal like gasoline on a fire.

The thrill of doing something so fucked up, so morally bankrupt while her boyfriend spoke about love and anniversaries, sent waves of perverse electricity through her spine.

’This is insane,’ she thought, her mind spinning in dizzying circles as she felt Mike’s cock stretch her to her absolute limit. ’I’m cheating on him while he’s planning our future, and it’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life...’

’The danger... the risk... oh fuck, it’s so hot.’

"Maya? Seriously, talk to me... You’re making me nervous." Marc’s voice came through, sounding genuinely worried now.

Maya took a shuddering breath, forcing her facial muscles to relax despite the storm raging inside her. She needed to sound normal.

She needed to sound calm.

"There’s... there’s nothing wrong at all, Marc," she said, her voice steadier than she expected, though it carried a faint, breathless quality. "I’m sorry... I sounded weird. I’m just... tired."

Just as she managed to sound convincing, Mike decided to end the charade of restraint. With a sudden, violent lunge of his hips, he drove himself upward with everything he had.

His cock pierced past her cervix, bottoming out against her womb with a brutal, invasive force that felt like it was rearranging her insides.

"Nnnngh--AAAAH!" The scream started to tear free from her throat, raw and unfiltered, but before it could reach the microphone, Mike’s mouth crashed against hers.

He captured her scream in a bruising, desperate kiss, his tongue sliding past her teeth to swallow her moan. Maya instinctively melted into it, her own tongue tangling with his as she fought to keep the noise contained within their joined mouths.

The sensation was overwhelming the deep, internal fullness of Mike’s cock grinding against her womb while she tasted him, her body convulsing around him in a series of helpless spasms.

"Mmmph... mmmmnnnngh..." The sounds she made were now muffled by the kiss, wet and needy.

"Maya?" Marc’s voice came through, tinged with confusion. "Why did you stop talking? And why does it sound like you’re... I don’t know, breathing really rough?"

"Like you’re running or something?"

Maya broke the kiss, gasping for air as she pulled her head back, her neck arching as Mike continued to pump into her. Each thrust was so deep, so impossibly thorough, that she couldn’t maintain any pretense of stillness.

Her hips were bucking involuntarily, her pussy making obscene, wet noises with every movement. "SQUELCH... PLAP... SHHHLLUCK!"

"Haaaah... nnnngh..." she panted, sweat dripping down her forehead as she struggled to find words while her vision swam with pleasure.

"That’s... that’s ’cause..." She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice while Mike deliberately twisted his cock inside her, hitting that sensitive spot again. "I was just... doing some indoor exercise, Marc."

"I... I started some cardio, and my breathing hasn’t... mmph... hasn’t gone back to normal yet."

"Oh god... hnnngh..." A moan escaped her despite her best efforts as Mike accelerated his pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, and more desperate. "Nnngh! Ahh... mmmph!"

"Indoor exercise?" Marc sounded skeptical but not quite convinced. "At this hour? You really are full of surprises tonight."

"Just... ahhh... trying to stay fit," Maya managed to lie, her voice breaking as Mike’s cock hammered against her womb.

The sensation was becoming too much to bear; the feeling of being filled so completely while lying to the man she loved was pushing her toward a climax that felt inevitable and unstoppable. "Nnngh... mmmff..."

Mike leaned down, whispering against her flushed skin, "Tell him more about your... workout, Maya..."

"Tell him how hard you’re working."