Chapter 384. She’s Feeling It More And More Of A Young Man’s Meat Rod!**

Chapter 384: 384. She’s Feeling It More And More Of A Young Man’s Meat Rod!**

Mike let out a rich, dark laugh that vibrated against her chest.

"Sure you are." He leaned down, his nose brushing hers. "You know, I wouldn’t mind having a woman like you as my wife."

"You take punishment well, and you’re fucking delicious." His grin widened, revealing something more predatory. "But you should know something about me."

"I have plenty of girlfriends and even more wives."

"And they’re all mine, taken and claimed."

"One woman is never enough to satisfy what I need."

Aveline’s heart hammered against her ribs. Hearing him admit to being a serial conqueror, a man who treated women like trophies to be claimed and consumed, should have repulsed her.

Instead, it acted like gasoline on the fire that was consuming her. The notion that a man who collected women like precious gems was fucking her made her feel chosen, debased, and utterly electrified.

The thought of him claiming her alongside his other conquests made her pussy clench around him in an involuntary, desperate spasm.

"Nnnngh... ahhh!!" Her hips bucked upward, seeking more of that devastating cock. ’He’s such a fuckboy... a complete playboy... and I want him to ruin me anyway...’

"You like hearing that, don’t you?" Mike teased, sensing her arousal spiking at his confession. "You like knowing you’re just another conquest in my collection."

"Yes... ahh... yes, I do!!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Fuck me like I’m nothing but one of them!! Mmmph!!"

Mike’s expression softened into something more hungry, more intimate. "Alright then."

"If we’re playing house, let’s do it right." He lowered his face until his lips were inches from hers. "Give me your mouth, Aveline."

"Let’s kiss like a real couple."

Before she could even respond, he crashed his lips against hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a claiming. It was lewd, desperate, and tasted of sweat and mutual hunger.

His tongue invaded her mouth with the same dominance he showed her pussy, sliding against hers in a wet, demanding dance.

"Mmph! Slurp... schlick... mmmph!"

Aveline wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her tongue tangling with his in a feverish struggle for control. Her mind was spinning in circles.

’God damn it...’ she thought frantically as she felt the skilled flick of his tongue against her palate, ’he’s so skilled with his tongue too... it’s not fair... he’s taking everything from me... my body, my mind... everything...’

The kiss became more obscene as Mike growled low in his throat, his tongue swirling around hers while his hips continued that slow, torturous grinding beneath her.

The wet sounds of their mouths meeting combined with the squelching sounds from below, creating an overwhelming atmosphere of pure, unadulterated sin.

Aveline felt herself slipping further into the abyss, her moans muffled against his mouth as she surrendered completely to the man who was systematically dismantling her entire existence.

The kiss was no longer an act of intimacy; it had devolved into another form of assault. Mike claimed her mouth brutally, his tongue thrusting into her cavity with the same relentless aggression he used below.

He wasn’t just kissing her; he was consuming her, his lips crushing against hers in a wet, messy collision that forced saliva to dribble down the corners of their mouths.

Slurp... mmmph... schlick!

While his mouth ravaged hers, Mike’s hands moved with practiced dominance. He reached down, grabbing Aveline’s left hip and yanking it upward with bruising force.

This maneuver arched her pelvis at a steep angle, tilting her cunt directly into the path of his cock. With her hip pulled high, he resumed the pounding, each thrust now hitting her cervix with bone-deep impact.

"Nnnnngh mmph!!" Aveline’s protest was swallowed by his mouth as her body bucked beneath him.

The dual sensation—the invasive tongue in her mouth and the sledgehammer thrusts in her cunt—was overwhelming. The sound in the room was primal: the wet, slapping noise of his groin hitting her ass, the squelching of her overstimulated folds, and the guttural sounds of their shared breathing.

Slap! Squish! Slap! Squish!

"You’re... mine..." Mike growled against her lips between desperate licks, his voice vibrating through her skull. "Say it, Aveline! Say you belong to me now!"

"I... mmph...! I do!! AHHH!!" she screamed into his mouth, her hips rolling helplessly.

The pleasure was so sharp it felt like fire spreading through her veins.

Suddenly, Mike broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for air. Before she could recover, he shifted his weight.

With surprising strength, he rolled her over until she was lying flat on her stomach, her face pressed into the sweat-dampened pillow. Her ass was thrust high into the air, presenting itself to him like an invitation.

Mike didn’t waste a second. He reached down with both hands, gripping the fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks.

His fingers dug deep into her skin, spreading her wide as he lined himself up at her entrance once more.

"This is where I’m really going to wreck you," he whispered darkly.

With one massive, uncontrolled lunge, he drove himself home.

PLOP SQUELCH!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! HNNNNGH!!" Aveline’s scream was muffled by the pillow, but the sheer volume of it echoed through the room.

The position being face down allowed him to angle his cock in a way that felt impossibly deep. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was impaling her.

Mike’s grip on her ass tightened, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive crease where her thighs met her buttocks. He began to pound into her from behind, each thrust making her entire body slide forward against the mattress before he yanked her back onto his cock.

The sound was different now, deeper and heavier, the wet thwack of his pelvis hitting her ass sounding like meat being struck.

Thwack! Schlick! Thwack! Schlick!

"Oh fuck... oh fuck yes!!" Aveline wailed, her voice breaking into incoherent fragments of ecstasy.

Her mind was a haze of white light and raw sensation. Every time he bottomed out, she felt it in her stomach, a deep, rolling pleasure that made her toes curl and her vision blur.

’God damn it... this young man... his cock is... it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt...’ she thought hysterically. ’It’s too much... it’s perfect...’

"You like this, don’t you?" Mike panted, his muscles rippling as he worked her ass like a machine. "Being taken from behind like this? And being used like a fucking toy?"

"YES!! AHHH!! YES!! PLEASE!! DON’T STOP!!"

"HARDER!! FUCK ME HARDER!!" Aveline screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, twisting the fabric as she rode the waves of his relentless assault.

The sheer power of his thrusts was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, driving her closer to a climax that promised to shatter what little was left of her sanity.

Mike’s grip on her ass cheeks became almost violent, his fingers digging so deeply into her flesh that crimson fingerprints would surely remain there by morning. He wasn’t just holding her; he was anchoring her, using the leverage to drive his cock into her with bone-deep authority.

Each thrust was a seismic event that seemed to reverberate through her entire skeleton.

THWACK. SQUELCH. THWACK. SQUELCH.

"Fuck, Aveline... you’re taking every inch of me so fucking well," Mike growled, his breath hot and ragged against the nape of her neck.

The sound of his pelvis slamming against her backside was relentless, a wet, meaty percussion that punctuated her broken cries.

Aveline’s face was half buried in the pillow; her eyes rolled back in her head. The sensation was overwhelming, beyond anything she had ever imagined possible.

’Oh god... oh fuck...’ she thought frantically as another massive thrust drove him to the very limit of her body. ’This position... he’s hitting my cervix like crazy... it’s like he’s touching my soul with every stroke... it hurts so good... I’m going to break...’

The sensation of his cock bluntly forcing against her cervix sent sparks of white-hot electricity through her nervous system. It was a deep, internal ache that made her vision swim and her stomach flutter with desperate need.

She felt like she was being impaled, claimed from the inside out.

Just as she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Mike escalated the assault. He reached forward, his large hands sliding up from her hips to find the thick tresses of her hair.

He wound his fingers tightly around the strands at the base of her skull, gripping her scalp with possessive strength.

"Look at me, Aveline! Feel how fucking good this is!" he commanded, yanking her head back to expose the vulnerable line of her throat.

With her head pulled back, her spine arched involuntarily, and the sudden tension in her neck forced her hips to tilt upward even higher.

Her own body, driven by pure, animalistic instinct, bucked against the mattress, lifting her ass higher into the air to meet his advance. She was offering herself up completely, her body betraying every last shred of her former dignity.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! MIKE!! OH GOD!! HNNNNGH!!" Aveline shrieked, the sound raw and unfiltered as the angle changed.

Now that her hair was being used as a handle to control her posture, Mike could drive himself even deeper. Each thrust felt like it was reaching past her organs, claiming spaces she didn’t even know existed.

SPLUTC H... SLAP... SPLUTCH... SLAP!

"Yes! That’s it! Give it to me!" Mike roared, his hips moving in a devastating, piston-like rhythm.