Chapter 358. She Said That She Was Doing Yoga And Then Scream Like She Falls**

Chapter 358: 358. She Said That She Was Doing Yoga And Then Scream Like She Falls**

The dynamic in the room shifted from frantic panic to something far more dangerous, a twisted, intoxicating game of seduction and deception. Mike, sensing her surrender to the thrill, shifted beneath her.

He reclined back against the pillows, spreading his legs wide to create a throne for her, and pulled Maya on top of him. Now she was straddling him completely, her breasts swaying above his chest as she controlled the depth of each thrust.

The phone was still clutched in her shaking hand, the speaker pressed dangerously close to her ear as Marc’s voice continued to fill the room with innocent affection.

"So, this cardio thing you’re doing... what’s gotten you into this suddenly?" Marc asked, his tone light and teasing.

Maya swallowed hard, her throat working convulsively as Mike gripped her ass hard, pulling her down onto his cock with a wet, sucking sound.

SHHHLLLLUCK.

"I’ve just... hnnnngh... I’ve been taking a liking to yoga recently," Maya managed to lie, her voice trembling with the effort to sound casual. "It’s... it’s good for the flexibility and... mmph... everything."

Marc let out a warm, genuine laugh that cut through Maya’s nerves like a knife. "Yoga, huh?"

"Since when did you become such a health nut?"

"Are you on some new diet or something? Trying to get all toned up for our anniversary?"

A moan threatened to burst from Maya’s lips as Mike deliberately rolled his hips upward, grinding his cock against her clit while simultaneously driving deep into her core.

"Nnnnngh!" She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood to stifle the sound.

Her mind was a battlefield.

"I should feel terrible," she thought desperately, even as her pussy clutched tighter around Mike’s shaft. ’I should be crying at how badly I’m lying to him...’

’But god... the guilt is nothing. It’s completely dwarfed by this... this raw, filthy lust.’

’The more I lie, the more I want him to fuck me harder... I want to scream his name while Marc listens.’

"No, no... diet," Maya gasped out, forcing a breathless laugh that sounded like genuine post-workout exhaustion. "I’m not on a diet, Marc... I promise."

"Good," Marc said, his voice softening with something tender. "Because honestly, babe?"

"You don’t need to change a thing. You’re perfect exactly as you are."

The sweetness of his words made Maya’s heart ache, but it also made her arousal spike to a breaking point. The contrast between his unconditional acceptance and the way Mike was currently ravaging her body was overwhelming.

"Thanks, Marc... but this is just... ahhh... the result of all the effort I’ve been putting in," she whispered, her eyes half lidded as she looked down at Mike’s cruel, satisfied smirk. "All that... effort I’ve been... mmph... putting into my body..."

Right as she said it, Mike decided he had played along long enough. He reached up, grabbed her by the waist with both hands, and with one explosive, powerful lunge, he drove himself upward with everything he had.

He didn’t just thrust; he impaled her, his cock slamming into her womb with such force that Maya’s entire body lifted off him for a split second before crashing back down.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNGGHH!!!"

The scream ripped out of her before she could stop it, a raw, vocal explosion of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and shock. The sound was loud enough to fill the room, vibrating through the phone and straight into Marc’s ear.

PLAP! SQUELCH!

"Maya?! MAYA!" Marc’s voice screamed through the phone, now pure panic. "What was that?!"

"What happened?! Are you hurt?"

"Did you fall!?"

"Maya, answer me right now!"

Maya couldn’t answer. She couldn’t even breathe.

Her head fell back onto Mike’s shoulder as her body went into convulsions, her pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic, desperate pulses as her climax shattered through her.

The world outside of Maya’s body had ceased to exist. The panic, the guilt, the frantic voice of Marc screaming her name through the speaker—it all faded into a distant, meaningless static.

Her brain had short circuited, leaving behind nothing but raw, primal nerve endings and a single, driving obsession: the feeling of Mike’s cock obliterating her insides.

Her thoughts weren’t words anymore; they were sensations. The wet heat between her thighs, the way Mike’s muscles coiled beneath her, the overwhelming need to be claimed, used, and filled.

The moral implications of the phone call vanished, replaced by a desperate, animalistic hunger.

Marc was still shouting, his voice crackling with terror. "Maya! Talk to me! Please, just make some noise so I know you’re okay!"

Maya didn’t answer with words. Instead, she turned her desperate gaze to Mike. His eyes were dark with triumph as he watched her unravel.

Without thinking, she leaned down, capturing his lips in another bruising, filthy kiss. She didn’t just kiss him; she attacked him, her tongue seeking his with a hunger that was almost violent.

Her mouth was wet with her own saliva and the evidence of her arousal, and as their tongues tangled, she let out a muffled, needy moan against his lips. "Mmmmnnnph... hnnngh..."

She ignored the phone. She ignored the man who loved her.

She only wanted to taste Mike, to drown out the reality of her betrayal with the physical evidence of it.

After several long seconds of heated, tongue-lashing intimacy, Maya finally broke away, gasping for air. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Mike..." she whispered against his mouth, then remembered the phone. "Marc? Marc, I’m... I’m sorry!"

"I’m okay! I just... I stumbled. I’m okay."

Her voice was wrecked, husky from the climax that was still rippling through her nerves. She needed to re-establish the lie, to pretend she hadn’t just screamed in agony and pleasure.

"I... I missed what you said, honey," she lied shamelessly, her fingers gripping Mike’s shoulders so hard her nails left crescents in his skin. "Could you... could you repeat that last part?"

On the other end, Marc’s breathing was ragged. "Goddamn, Maya, you scared the hell out of me..."

"I thought you’d been attacked." He took a moment to collect himself, though his voice still trembled. "I was saying... I want to make this anniversary special."

"I was thinking about taking you somewhere new."

"Somewhere we’ve never been before... A weekend getaway, just us."

"What do you think?"

Maya heard the words, but they might as well have been spoken in a foreign language. Mike wasn’t letting her process them.

As soon as she finished speaking, he gripped her hips and began to drive into her again, but this time there was no hesitation. He started a relentless, punishing rhythm that made the bedframe creak ominously.

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

"Nnnngh! Ahh! Haaah!" Maya’s head thrashed from side to side.

She tried to focus on Marc’s voice, tried to formulate a coherent response about a getaway, but Mike’s cock was hitting her spot with the accuracy of a piston. Each thrust sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to her brain, short-circuiting her ability to think.

"Maya? Are you listening?" Marc asked, his tone shifting from relief to confusion. "Did you hear me? Somewhere new?"

"Mmmphnnngh!" Maya’s response was a strangled whimper as Mike picked up the pace.

He was fucking her with a ferocity that seemed designed to break her. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting "PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!" were dangerously loud.

"I... I think... ahhh... that sounds... nnngh... lovely..." she managed to stammer, but the sentence died in her throat as Mike delivered three rapid-fire thrusts that seemed to bottom out in her womb. "OH GOD! HNNNNGH!"

She was lost. Completely and utterly lost in the sensation.

The conversation was just background noise to the overwhelming reality of Mike’s cock stretching her, filling her, and claiming her over and over again. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she surrendered entirely to the rhythm of his hips and the devastating pleasure of being fucked senseless while her life crumbled around her.