Chapter 375. She’s Really That Desperate By Using Both Hands And Squirt Everywhere!**

Chapter 375: 375. She’s Really That Desperate By Using Both Hands And Squirt Everywhere!**

He shifted his weight slightly, pressing his scrotum harder against her eyes, making sure she couldn’t escape the sensation. "Faster, you pathetic slut! Work harder!"

"If you don’t get yourself worked up properly, you’re not going to get a single drop of anything on that pretty face of yours!"

"You want to see what’s inside me? Then earn it."

The threat, the promise of being denied the very thing she craved, sent Aveline into a state of pure, unadulterated panic. Her mind shattered.

The thought of him pulling away, of being left alone in the dark without the reward of his cum, was more terrifying than any humiliation.

"No... no, please! Ahh ngh!" Her breathing became a series of short, panicked gasps. "Hah hah hah hah!"

Abandoning any pretense of control, she brought her left hand down to join her right. Both hands plunged between her legs, her fingers working in a frenzied, dual assault on her swollen clitoris.

She began to pump her hands with a brutal, mechanical speed, grinding her pelvis upward against Mike’s cock while her fingers tore at her own wetness through the gold silk.

"Nngh AAAAH HHH!" Her voice rose to a keening pitch, a raw sound of surrender that tore through the quiet of Tyler’s bedroom.

The friction was intense, almost painful, but she welcomed it. She needed to break and she needed to shatter.

"That’s it," Mike provoked, his own breathing growing heavier as he watched her unravel. "Faster! Break for me, Aveline!"

"Show me how desperate you really are!"

"I’m... I’m... I’m going... AHHHH!" Her back arched so violently that her spine nearly snapped, her head thrown back against the pillow despite the weight pressing down on her face.

The climax didn’t come as a wave; it came as an explosion. Her entire body seized in a series of violent, uncontrolled spasms. A primal scream tore from her throat.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" As her orgasm ripped through her.

Simultaneously, her body buckled with such force that a torrent of arousal sprayed forth. The liquid squirted out from between her fingers with surprising pressure, soaking the golden bikini, the sheets beneath her, and spraying across Mike’s inner thighs.

Splurt... splurt... splash!

The wet sounds filled the room as she collapsed back onto the mattress, her body twitching uncontrollably in the aftershocks. Her chest heaved, her breasts glistening with a mixture of her own fluids and the pre-cum dripping from above.

Mike let out a booming, genuine laugh that shook his entire frame. "Holy shit, Aveline!"

"Look at you!" He laughed harder, the sound echoing off the walls. "You really are a fucking animal, aren’t you?!"

"Squirting like a fountain just because I told you to move faster!" Mike laughed even more. "How pathetic can you get?"

Aveline couldn’t even answer. She could only lie there in the darkness, her face still pressed against his musk, her body spent and trembling, her mind completely undone by the terrifying ecstasy of her own degradation.

The aftershocks of her climax still wracked Aveline’s body, leaving her limbs feeling like jelly and her skin hypersensitive to every breath of air in the room. But there was no time for recovery.

The predatory energy radiating from Mike was undiminished; if anything, her display of desperation had only whetted his appetite for dominance.

Mike shifted his weight, rolling onto his back in the center of the bed. He spread his arms wide, lacing his fingers behind his head in a posture of casual, infuriating confidence.

He looked like a king surveying a conquered territory. The lamplight caught the sweat glistening on his pectorals and the hard ridges of his stomach.

"That was a good warm-up, princess," Mike said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding purr that made her stomach flip. "But the performance isn’t over."

"Now, come here and do the payment. Properly this time."

Aveline’s breath hitched. Her legs felt weak as she pushed herself up from the soaked sheets, the golden bikini clinging to her damp skin.

She moved on all fours, crawling toward him like the pet he had accused her of being. Every movement was deliberate, her knees sinking into the mattress with soft thumps as she navigated the space between them.

"O-okay, Mike..." she stammered, her voice cracking with residual arousal. "I’ll now... I’ll begin servicing your cock with my mouth... just like you wanted."

As she drew closer, the sheer presence of him became overwhelming again. Her hands reached out instinctively, her fingertips brushing against the feverish heat of his inner thighs before her palms finally made contact with the base of his cock.

The moment her skin touched his, a jolt of electricity shot through her.

’Oh god, it’s even bigger up close,’ she thought, her eyes widening as she stared at the dark, throbbing pillar. ’The veins... they’re like thick ropes wrapped around a mountain of flesh...’

’And it’s so hot... it feels like it’s burning with its own internal fire.’

Her fingers wrapped around the base, but she couldn’t even meet her own grip halfway. The girth was staggering.

She began to stroke him tentatively, her touch light at first, then growing more confident as she felt the way his cock jumped beneath her palm.

’It’s so smooth, yet so firm,’ her mind continued to spiral. ’How does something this massive feel so alive?’

’I can feel every pulse, every throb of blood rushing through it...’

’It’s terrifying... but I want to swallow it whole.’

’I want to feel every millimeter of it stretching my throat.’

"Mmmph... ahh..." Aveline let out a needy whimper as she leaned in.

She started at the very base, pressing her tongue against the sensitive skin where his cock met his pelvis. She began to lick upward in long, slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue sweeping over the entire circumference of the shaft.

The texture was intoxicating; the slight roughness of the veins contrasted with the slickness of the pre-cum coating him.

"Slurp... schlick... mmmph..."

"Nnngh... ahh... Mike..." she moaned against his skin, the sound vibrating through his cock and sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

Her tongue worked frantically, tracing the path of the veins, tasting the salty, musky essence that seemed to seep from every pore.

She moved higher, her mouth parting wider as she approached the swollen head. The scent of him was intoxicating her, filling her senses until she couldn’t think of anything else: not her son, not her home, not her dignity.

There was only the taste of him, the heat of him, and the desperate need to please the man who had utterly broken her.

"That’s it," Mike groaned, his hips giving an involuntary upward thrust as her tongue swirled around the sensitive rim. "Don’t stop."

"Show me how well you can handle it."

Aveline’s mouth was already slick with saliva and pre-cum as she looked up at him from between his thighs, her eyes glassy and unfocused. The dominance Mike exerted wasn’t just physical; it had rewired her brain to crave his approval more than her own sense of self.

"I’m... I’m going to put it in slowly now, Mike..." she whispered against his thigh, her voice trembling with a mix of terror and hunger. "I want to feel every inch..."

She leaned forward, parting her lips to take the swollen, glistening tip into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the corona, she gasped around the flesh.

’Oh fuck... it’s so huge...’ her mind screamed as she attempted to engulf the head. ’The taste is overwhelming salt, musk, and something raw and primal.’

’It’s so thick, it feels like I’m trying to swallow a heated stone...’

’How can something be this tasty and this terrifying at the same time? Mmmph!’

A wet, sucking sound filled the room as she began to work on him. "Schlick... slurp... mmmph!"

But as soon as she pulled back to breathe, the emptiness felt like a physical ache. The tip alone wasn’t enough; the mere contact with her tongue felt like a tease that was torturing her insides.

"Nnngh... ahh... more... I need more..." she moaned, her words muffled by the proximity to his cock.

Driven by a desperate need to please, she began to attack the shaft with renewed ferocity. She wrapped both hands around the base to steady herself and began to suck with powerful, rhythmic motions, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum.

Her tongue worked like a piston, sliding up and down the veined length, chasing the salty droplets that leaked from the slit.

’It’s so hard... so impossibly solid,’ she thought, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused entirely on sensation. ’I need to go deeper... I need to feel the weight of it...’

Her exploration didn’t stop at the shaft. Her head descended lower, her mouth finding the heavy, throbbing sac of his balls.

She began to suckle them gently, her tongue swirling around each one as if they were precious offerings. "Nnngh... mmmph... ahh..."

As she worked, a flicker of her old self, the composed, educated Aveline, tried to surface. A desperate calculation began running through her fevered mind.

’I have to be careful...’ she thought frantically while swirling her tongue around his scrotum. ’I can’t choke...’

’If I gag or choke on this thing, I’ll lose whatever shred of dignity I have left.’

’It would be so... so embarrassing...’

’A married woman, a mother... choking on a young man’s cock like some desperate whore.’

’I have to control it. I have to take it all without breaking.’

But the calculation was failing. The more she tasted him, the more her control slipped away.