Chapter 385. Getting Bored With The Core Hole, So I Go For The Other One!**

Chapter 385: 385. Getting Bored With The Core Hole, So I Go For The Other One!**

He was fucking her with a primal ferocity now, his cock disappearing entirely into her wet heat before ripping back out, only to slam home again with terrifying force.

"I can’t... I can’t breathe!! Mmmph!! Ahhh!! It’s too much!! TOO MUCH!!" Aveline wailed, her voice dissolving into high-pitched, keening moans.

The combination of her hair being yanked back and her ass being thrust upward created a perfect storm of stimulation. Her nerve endings were screaming, her cunt was throbbing in desperate spasms around his shaft, and her mind was completely gone, dissolved into a sea of pleasure and surrender.

She was no longer a person; she was simply a collection of sensations, a vessel for Mike’s relentless need to claim and conquer. Every wet slap of his groin against her ass was a reminder that she belonged to him, and every deep, cervix-bruising thrust was a seal on that ownership.

The tension in Aveline’s scalp reached a breaking point as Mike tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back so far that her throat was arched in a perfect, vulnerable curve.

This leverage allowed him to transform his thrusts from mere penetration into something far more destructive.

He began to pound into her with a raw, unbridled ferocity that bordered on violence. His hips were moving like pistons in a steam engine, each impact sending a shockwave through her entire frame.

SLAP SQUELCH! SLAP SQUELCH! SLAP SQUELCH!

The sound was deafening in the confined space: the wet, rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her ass cheeks mixed with the obscene, liquid squelching of her overstimulated cunt.

Mike was relentless, his muscles corded and gleaming with sweat as he drove his cock home with terrifying speed.

"Fuck, you’re so tight! You’re fucking perfect like this!" Mike roared, his voice cracking with exertion.

Aveline’s face was a mask of pure, unadulterated debauchery. Her eyes were rolled back so far that only the whites showed, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream before breaking into incoherent wails.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, her lips swollen from their earlier kisses, and her expression was the most horniest thing Mike had ever seen; she looked completely undone, her humanity stripped away by the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

She looked like a woman who had been hollowed out and refilled with nothing but lust.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! YES!! YES!! FUCK ME!! BREAK ME!!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the constant vocalization.

Seeing her reaction triggered something primal in Mike. He accelerated even further, his movements becoming a blur of motion.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was trying to conquer her body entirely, each thrust harder and rougher than the last. The bed frame groaned under the assault, creaking in time with his movements.

Creeeeak thwack! Creeeeak thwack!

"I want this!!" Aveline wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets so hard she nearly tore them. "I want this every day!!"

"Please!! Don’t ever stop!!"

The words spilled out of her in a desperate torrent. Between the punishing thrusts, she found the strength to confess the wound that Mike was now healing with his cock.

"I’ve been so... so lonely!! So fucking empty!! For so long!!"

"Mmmph!! Ahhh!! This is all I need!!"

"Just you!! Fuck me like this every single day!! Make me forget everything else!!"

Her admission sent a jolt through Mike. The idea that he was filling a void she had carried for years made him feel like a god.

He leaned down, his chest grinding against her back as he pushed himself to his absolute limit, his thrusts becoming short, rapid-fire stabs that made her cunt spasm around him uncontrollably.

Splut... splut... splut... splut!

"Then you’re mine forever, Aveline," Mike growled, his breath hot against her ear as he increased the tempo to a breaking point. "If you’re this lonely, I’ll make sure you never have a moment of peace again."

"I’ll fuck the loneliness right out of you until you can’t remember your own name!"

"YES!! DO IT!! OH GOD!! AHHHHHHH!! " Aveline’s scream reached a crescendo, a high-pitched, keening sound that signaled she was right on the precipice of a shattering climax.

Her hips were bucking wildly now, her body completely surrendered to the rhythm of his relentless, brutal, and beautiful assault.

In the brief, chaotic moments between his thunderous thrusts, Aveline twisted her neck to the side, glancing back over her shoulder. Through the haze of sweat and tears, she caught sight of him.

Mike was a vision of raw, masculine power. His back was a landscape of corded muscle that flexed and rippled with every devastating lunge.

His shoulders were broad enough to block out the world, and the way the lamplight caught the sheen of sweat across his tanned skin made him look like some ancient, vengeful god of fertility.

Seeing him like that—so dominant, so physically overwhelming—sent a fresh wave of devotion crashing through her.

She wasn’t just horny; she was falling, plummeting headfirst into a desperate, obsessive love for the man who was dismantling her.

’He’s magnificent...’ she thought, her heart aching as much as her body. ’I want to belong to him forever.’

’I want to be whatever he needs me to be.’

Just as she reached that peak of emotional surrender, Mike suddenly stopped. With one final, wet slide, he pulled his cock completely out of her dripping cunt.

"N-no... Mike? Wait... ahh!!" Aveline cried out, feeling suddenly cold and hollow.

The absence of him was like a physical wound. She felt abandoned in the middle of her climax, her body still twitching and begging for the fullness she had just lost.

But Mike wasn’t done. He never was.

A dark, knowing smirk spread across his face as he watched her desperate expression. "What...?"

"You think I’m finished with you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with menace and promise. "I told you, Aveline... I claim everything."

Before she could process his words, she felt something hot and massive pressing against her most forbidden entrance. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent. "Mike... wait, not there... I don’t know if... AAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

The words died in her throat as Mike grabbed her hips with bruising force and drove himself forward in one single, inexorable motion. He didn’t ease in; he conquered her ass with the same brutal efficiency he had used on her pussy.

PLOP SQUELCH!

"OH GOD!! OH MY GOD!! MIKE!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "Aveline’s scream was unlike anything she had produced before.

It was louder, a sharper sound that tore through the room. The sensation was terrifying, stretching her to her absolute limit, but as he fully seated himself, something miraculous happened.

The pressure against her prostate and the deep, internal fullness that her pussy couldn’t reach triggered a cascade of pleasure so intense it felt like her brain was short-circuiting. The pain was instantly swallowed by a wave of overwhelming, throbbing ecstasy.

Schlick... squelch... THWACK!

"Fuck... you’re so tight back here too," Mike growled, his voice thick with lust as he began to work.

He started to pound into her ass with a new kind of rhythm—slower, deeper, each thrust designed to maximize the stretch. "Does this feel good, Aveline? Does it feel good to be taken like this?"

"YES!! OH GOD, YES!! IT FEELS... IT FEELS AMAZING!! AHHH!! HNNNNGH!!" Aveline’s head thrashed against the pillow.

The sensation of his thick cock stretching her anus open, combined with the deep internal pressure, was sending her into a frenzy. "FUCK ME!! FUCK MY ASS!!"

"MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!! OH GOD!! AAAAAHHHHH!!"

The noises in the room became increasingly obscene. The wet, sucking sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her tight rear entrance—slurp, squelch, splatsplat—mingled with the desperate, high-pitched keening of her voice.

Mike was relentless, his hips slamming against her ass cheeks with enough force to make her entire body vibrate.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"You’re taking it like a champ," Mike praised her darkly, his fingers digging into her ass to spread her even wider. "Look at you... screaming for more."

"You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?"

"I am!! I’m addicted to YOU!!"

"Mmmph!! Ahhh!! Please!! Deeper!! Go deeper!!" Aveline’s hips were now moving independently of his thrusts, her ass instinctively seeking out every inch of him, pulling him in as far as her body would allow.

The loneliness she had confessed earlier was being incinerated by this fire, replaced by a consuming need to be filled, used, and claimed by him until there was nothing left of her but pleasure.