Chapter 383. Even While We’re Enjoying Ourselves... She Starts Asking Weird Questions**

Chapter 383: 383. Even While We’re Enjoying Ourselves... She Starts Asking Weird Questions**

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Look at you," Mike panted, his muscles bulging with exertion as he drove into her. "Torn open, squeezed tight, and taking it like a fucking pro."

"You love this position, don’t you? You love being used like this!"

"YES!! AHHH!! YES!!" Aveline shrieked, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.

The new positions were overwhelming, each one offering a different flavor of ecstasy that left her gasping for air. She was a mess of sweat, cum, and arousal, her body vibrating with the intensity of Mike’s relentless, athletic assault on her pleasure.

The rhythm of their coupling had reached a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of wet slaps and desperate cries. Aveline was completely lost to her instincts, her body seeking any possible way to increase the contact, to feel more of him.

In a moment of delirious clarity, she lowered her right leg from its elevated position and reached up, her fingers finding Mike’s wrist. With surprising strength born of pure lust, she helped him guide her left leg even higher, draping it across his broad shoulders while simultaneously pulling her hips back toward him.

Mike saw the invitation in her dilated pupils. He shifted his grip, his large hand moving from her thigh to the small of her back, pressing her down while he positioned himself at the tight, puckered entrance of her ass.

"You want everything, don’t you?" Mike growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to echo inside her. "You want to be filled up completely."

Without hesitation, he drove forward. But he didn’t aim for her cunt this time. With a single, powerful lunge, he forced the blunt head of his cock past the ring of her sphincter.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! NO!! MIKE!! HNNNGGGGG!!!" Aveline’s scream was unlike any before; it was a sound of pure, startled shock that quickly melted into something far more complex.

Her entire body stiffened as her muscles recoiled from the unexpected invasion, her back bowing off the mattress in a sharp arc. It was her first time experiencing anal penetration, and the sensation of being stretched in a place so forbidden and tight sent electricity shooting straight to her brain.

Squelch... pop... schlick...

"Fuck, you’re tight in here too," Mike panted, feeling the incredible, constricting grip of her ass muscles as they struggled to accommodate his girth.

He didn’t pull away; instead, he began to grind, finding the rhythm. "But you’re taking it like a fucking champ!"

"I’m going to make you feel good in here too, Aveline! I’m going to claim every inch of you!"

He began to thrust into her asshole, the movements slower and more deliberate at first to account for the new resistance before building back up to a punishing pace. Each thrust produced a deep, wet sound that seemed to reverberate through her entire pelvis.

"Tell me something," Mike teased between his heavy breaths, his cock punching deep into her rear with every stroke. "Did you and your husband do this?!"

’Did you two fuck like this all the time?!"

Aveline’s head thrashed from side to side, her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. Tears of overstimulation pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to form words through the waves of pleasure and shock.

"A-Ahh... n-no... mmmph!!" she gasped out, her voice cracking. "W-we never... we never did it together... ahhh!!!"

"Mike, please!!" Her hips bucked involuntarily as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "I... I only... I only did it with... with my dildos... mmmff!!!"

"You’re... you’re my first... ahhhhh!!"

Mike’s eyes flashed with a dark, possessive triumph. "Your first? Fuck, Aveline... that makes this even better."

The revelation seemed to fuel his stamina. He began to pound into her ass with even more aggression, his hips slamming against her backside with wet, echoing claps.

The dual sensation of his cock filling her cunt while simultaneously stretching her ass open was too much for her mind to process. She was caught between two worlds of pleasure, her body vibrating like a plucked string.

"Nnnnngh... HAAAAH!! OH GOD!! IT’S SO FULL!! I’M SO FULL!!" she shrieked, her moans dissolving into incoherent whimpers.

Her tongue lolled out again, her expression one of complete, shameless degradation. She was no longer a mother, no longer a wife; she was simply a vessel being claimed by the raw, unbridled power of the man behind her.

The wet, sucking sound of Mike withdrawing from her asshole echoed through the room as he pulled back, leaving Aveline feeling hollow and achingly sensitive. She gasped at the sudden absence, her hips twitching reflexively.

But before she could catch her breath, Mike maneuvered them sideways. He rolled her onto her side but kept her left leg hooked high over his shoulder, exposing her cunt to the full light of the room once more.

"Back to where you belong," Mike growled, lining himself up.

With one smooth, devastating thrust, he buried himself back inside her pussy.

SQUELCH PLOP!

"AAAAAHHHH!! OH GOD!! YES!! MMMMFF!!" Aveline shrieked, her voice cracking as the familiar fullness returned, but now the angle was entirely different.

Being on her side allowed him to drive in at an angle that scraped directly against her G spot with every single stroke. The friction was intense, almost painful in its perfection.

Mike grabbed her left thigh, pulling it even closer to his chest to deepen the penetration. The sound of their bodies colliding was relentless, a wet, rhythmic slapping that filled the space between her desperate cries.

Slap, schlick, slap, schlick!

"Fuck, Aveline, look at you," Mike panted, watching her face contort.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her skin slick with sweat, and her expression was the epitome of raw, shameless lust. "You’re fucking begging for it now, aren’t you?"

"Y-Yes!! Ahhh!! More!! Harder!! Mike, please, fuck me harder!!" she wailed, her hips grinding against him in a desperate attempt to close the microscopic gaps between them.

Her moans were guttural, shameless, and utterly broken. Seeing her like this completely undone by his cock sent Mike into a frenzy.

He accelerated, his thrusts becoming rapid-fire piston strikes that made the bed frame rattle against the wall.

THUD THUD THUD THUD!

After several minutes of punishing speed, Mike flipped her onto her back again. He came down on top of her, his full weight pinning her into the soaked mattress.

His cock was still buried deep inside her, pumping in and out with a steady, grinding rhythm that kept her on the edge of another climax.

Aveline’s breathing was ragged, her chest heaving. But something had shifted in her gaze.

The panic and the guilt that had defined her earlier were gone, replaced by something far more dangerous: obsession. As Mike leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her collarbone, she reached up.

Her hands didn’t push him away; instead, they wound around the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She pulled his face close to hers, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that was almost predatory. Her gaze wasn’t just horny anymore; it was hungry.

It was the look of someone who had found their new god.

"Mike..." she whispered, her voice dripping with a dark, seductive honey. "I... I think I fell in love with you the moment you touched me."

Mike paused mid-thrust, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in her tone, but Aveline wasn’t finished. A twisted, beautiful smile touched her lips as she watched him.

"It’s happening right now," she continued, her hips rolling upward to meet his next thrust. "Every time you fuck me... every time you fill me up... it’s like you’re erasing everything else."

"I can’t remember him anymore."

"My husband... his face, his voice... it’s all fading."

"There’s only you. Only this."

Her confession was a surrender not just of her body but of her entire identity. "Please... keep doing it."

"Keep fucking me until there’s nothing left of the woman I used to be... Just make me yours."

Mike let out a low, guttural growl of approval. "That’s what I wanted to hear."

He began to fuck her with renewed purpose, each thrust seeming to drive the last vestiges of her old life further away. Aveline closed her eyes, moaning loudly as she surrendered to the delicious oblivion, letting Mike’s cock rewrite her entire world.

The rhythm of their coupling slowed slightly, shifting from the violent pounding to a deep, grinding intimacy that felt almost possessive. Mike was still buried inside her, his cock stretching her walls with every slow roll of his hips.

Aveline lay beneath him, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her breath coming in uneven gasps that sounded more like whimpers than words.

Between the wet sounds of their friction, squelch, squelch, a strange question slipped past her swollen lips.

"Mike..." she breathed, her voice trembling with residual arousal. "Do you... do you have a girlfriend? Or... someone else you care about?"

Mike paused his movement, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her. A smirk played across his lips, one that was both confident and dangerously amused.

"Why do you ask, Aveline?" he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. "What’s the matter? Do you want to become my woman?"

Aveline flinched slightly, a flash of her old self flickering in her eyes before being extinguished by the heat pooling between her thighs.

"N-no..." she stammered, cheeks flushing a deeper crimson. "I’m just... I’m just curious. After what you did to me..."