Chapter 359. She Hung Up The Call Just Because She Was Feeling Tired Of It!**

Chapter 359: 359. She Hung Up The Call Just Because She Was Feeling Tired Of It!**

The position shifted abruptly, driven by Mike’s need to see her face unravel in full view. He grabbed Maya by the hips and flipped her onto all fours, forcing her chest down against the mattress while her ass was thrust high into the air.

The change in angle was devastating; without the support of his body beneath her, Mike could drive deeper than ever before, each stroke feeling as if he were reaching up to touch her very soul.

Maya’s arms trembled as she braced herself, one hand white-knuckled around the phone, still pressed to her ear. The vulnerability of the position being bent over, exposed, and utterly dominated sent fresh waves of arousal crashing through her.

"So... hahh... yeah, Marc," Maya managed to pant into the receiver, her voice thick with suppressed lust. "That sounds... nnnngh... really good."

"A getaway sounds... ahhh... perfect."

"Really? I’m glad you’re on board." Marc’s voice came through, sounding relieved and hopeful. "I was thinking about that little coastal town we visited last year, or perhaps somewhere in the mountains."

"Is there anywhere special you’ve had in mind?"

As Marc continued to ramble about destinations, Maya’s mind began to recoil from his voice. Marc’s gentle planning, sweet concern, and mundane questions about travel all felt alien, repulsive, and utterly pointless.

A deep, simmering resentment toward the phone began to grow. She hated that she had to perform this charade, hated that she had to pretend to care about a weekend getaway when her entire reality was defined by the man behind her who was currently ravaging her.

’Shut up, Marc,’ she thought venomously, even as her body betrayed her with a needy twitch. ’Just shut up...’

’I don’t give a shit about mountains or beaches...’

’I don’t give a shit about where we sleep or what we eat...’

’The only thing that matters right now is this cock inside me...’

’The only thing that can satisfy this hunger is being fucked until I can’t remember my own name.’

PLAP! PLAP! SQUELCH!

The sound of Mike’s cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt was rhythmic and obscene, echoing off the walls of the room.

"And hey, babe," Marc continued, oblivious to the storm raging inches away from his phone, "let’s try not to pick somewhere too pricey, okay?"

"We should save some of that money for the actual anniversary dinner... What do you think?"

Maya’s eyes blew wide as Mike deliberately slowed down his pace, grinding his cock in slow, torturous circles against her G-spot before suddenly accelerating into a brutal, piston-like frenzy.

"Nnnngh AAAAHHH!" Maya’s hips bucked involuntarily. "I... hahh... I don’t... mmmf... mind what you spend, Marc... ahhh... just... nnnngh..."

Her words died as Mike’s thrusts became relentless. He was pounding her pussy so hard that her entire body vibrated with each impact.

"THUD. PLAP. THUD. PLAP." The bedframe groaned under the strain of his power.

"Maya? You okay? You sound like you’re struggling to breathe again," Marc asked, his voice laced with growing concern.

"Haaaah... haaaah..." Maya couldn’t answer.

Her brain was melting. The conversation about budgets and travel plans felt like it was happening in another dimension.

Her entire consciousness had narrowed down to the point of contact between her clit and Mike’s pelvis, and the way his cock was stretching her walls to the breaking point.

"I’m... ahhh... fine!" she suddenly shrieked, the sound cracking with raw pleasure as Mike delivered a series of devastatingly deep thrusts. "OH GOD, MIKE! I MEAN MARC! NNNGHHHH!"

She bit her tongue hard to cover the slip, but it was too late; the sound was too unguarded, too primal.

SQUELCH... SLOP... PLAP!

Mike leaned forward, his chest pressing against her arched back, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Tell him how much you’re enjoying your... workout, Maya."

"Tell him how hard you’re working."

Maya’s vision blurred. She could hear Marc asking if she was still there, asking if she was alright, but all she could hear was the wet, filthy sound of Mike’s cock claiming her over and over again.

"Nnngh... ahh... mmmph... oh fuck..." she whimpered, completely lost to the ecstasy of the betrayal.

The dam had finally broken. The last vestiges of Maya’s control, the last threads of her connection to the civilized world and the man on the other end of the line, snapped under the relentless assault of Mike’s cock.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was dismantling her. Each thrust was a sledgehammer to her psyche, each wet, slapping impact of his pelvis against her ass sending fresh waves of electricity through her nerves.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

The sound was deafening in the quiet room, a wet, obscene metronome of betrayal.

SQUELCH. SHHHLLUCK.

Maya’s mind was no longer a place of coherent thoughts. It was a screaming void of pure, unadulterated sensation.

Her internal monologue had devolved into a single, desperate chant. ’More... More... More... Fuck...!’

’I need more... I need to feel it deeper...’

’I need to feel like I’m breaking apart.’ The guilt that had hovered at the edges of her consciousness was incinerated by a craving for an even higher high, a climax so violent it would erase everything she had ever been.

’FUCK THIS CALL!’ her mind shrieked.

The sound of Marc’s gentle voice discussing hotels and budgets felt like nails on a chalkboard. ’FUCK THIS PHONE!’

’FUCK THE ANNIVERSARY!’

’I DON’T WANT A GETAWAY; I WANT THIS COCK!’

’I WANT TO CUM UNTIL MY EYES ROLL BACK AND MY HEART STOPS!’

’FUCK EVERYTHING BUT THIS!’

The cognitive dissonance reached a fever pitch. She couldn’t pretend anymore.

She couldn’t maintain the facade of the tired girlfriend doing yoga while her cunt was being impaled. The need to release the tension, both physical and mental, was unbearable.

Mike noticed. He could feel her walls spasming around him and her body vibrating with the approaching storm.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe, and growled, "End it, Maya... Tell him you’re busy."

Maya’s grip on the phone loosened, her fingers slick with sweat. Her breathing was coming in ragged, desperate gasps that sounded more like whimpers of pain than exhaustion.

"Marc—" she started, but her voice broke into a high-pitched keen as Mike drove upward one more time, hitting her womb with terrifying accuracy. "NNNGH--AAAAH!"

"Maya? What is it? What’s wrong?" Marc’s voice was now urgent and panicked. "Talk to me, baby!"

Maya closed her eyes tight, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners. She couldn’t look at the phone; she couldn’t bear to hear his concern while her body was being claimed so thoroughly.

"Marc... hahh... something... ahhh... something just came up," she gasped out, the lie tasting like copper and sin on her tongue. "I... I have to go. I’ll... nnnngh... I’ll call you back when I’m... when I’m finished."

"Finished with what? Maya, wait—"

But she didn’t wait. With a shaking hand, she swiped the screen, cutting off his voice and plunging the room into the private, filthy symphony of their coupling.

The silence from the phone only made the wet sounds of their bodies more intimate, more obscene.

SHHHLLUCK! PLAP! PLAP!

"Yes... oh fuck, yes, Mike!" she screamed, no longer caring if the neighbors heard, no longer caring if the world knew what a traitor she was. "Harder! Fuck me harder! AAAAHHHHHNNNGGHH!"

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, and began a final, punishing barrage of thrusts.

He was pounding into her with everything he had, each stroke threatening to split her open.

THUD. PLAP. THUD. PLAP.

Maya’s climax hit her like a freight train. Her vision exploded into white light as her pussy clamped down on Mike’s cock in rhythmic, desperate convulsions.

Her back arched so violently it looked painful, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she surrendered to the overwhelming orgasm.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! MIKE! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Her scream was primal, a long, drawn-out release of all the pent-up tension, guilt, and lust. She collapsed forward against the mattress, her body twitching uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her completely shattered, entirely used, and utterly consumed by the very thing she had sworn to protect.