Chapter 386. Telling Her That I Can Give A Little Brat Who Can Be A Real Man!**

Chapter 386: 386. Telling Her That I Can Give A Little Brat Who Can Be A Real Man!**

Mike wasn’t satisfied with just the rhythm; he wanted absolute control over the depth of each penetration. Reaching down, he wrapped both of his massive hands around Aveline’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh like iron clamps.

With a guttural grunt of exertion, he yanked her hips backward toward him, tilting her pelvis upward until her ass was arched at a punishing angle, presenting her tight asshole directly into the path of his relentless cock.

"This is how I’m going to fuck you properly," Mike growled, his voice vibrating with raw dominance. "Hold on tight."

With that new leverage, he delivered a thrust so powerful it felt like he was trying to split her spine.

THWACK SQUELCH!!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! STOP NO!! DON’T STOP!! OH FUCK!!" Aveline’s scream was primal, a sound of pure, unadulterated overload.

The sensation was terrifyingly beautiful. Because her hips were pulled so far back, Mike’s cock wasn’t just entering her; it was impaling her.

She could feel every ridge of his shaft stretching her anal walls to the breaking point, the pressure building behind her bladder and deep in her pelvis until she felt like she might actually burst.

But beneath the overwhelming stretch was a pleasure so sharp it felt like electricity shooting straight to her brain. Each time he bottomed out, the blunt head of his cock smashed against her internal sensitive spots, sending waves of liquid heat crashing through her.

Slap! Squish! Slap! Squish!

The wetness was obscene now. Her body was producing so much natural lubrication, and the friction was creating so much heat that every stroke sounded like someone slapping drenched meat together.

Splut... schlick... splat!

"You feel that?" Mike demanded, his breath coming in ragged, animalistic pants.

He accelerated the pace, his hips becoming a blur of motion. "Feel how fucking deep I am inside you?"

"I’m touching everything, Aveline! I’m claiming every fucking inch!"

"I feel it!! I feel it all!! HNNNNGH!! AH! AH! AH!" Aveline’s words were broken by the sheer force of his impacts.

Her vision was swimming in kaleidoscopic patterns of gold and white. The feeling of being filled so completely in her ass was something she had never imagined—it was a fullness that demanded her entire attention, making her feel anchored to the earth even as her mind floated away.

"It’s... it’s too big... it’s too much... BUT IT’S SO GOOD!!"

"OH GOD, MIKE!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MY ASS UNTIL I BREAK!!"

Mike responded by increasing the brutality of his assault. He wasn’t holding back anymore.

He was pounding into her with everything his muscular frame could muster, his hips slamming against her ass cheeks with bone-jarring force. The bed creaked violently under the strain, the wooden frame groaning in protest.

Creeeeak THWACK! Creeeeak THWACK!

"Yes!! Scream for me!!" Mike commanded, his teeth bared in a feral grin. "Let everyone know who you belong to!"

"I’M YOURS!! I’M YOUR FUCKING SLUT!! AHHHHHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! PLEASE!! MORE!! MORE HARDER!!" Aveline’s voice was breaking, becoming hoarse and desperate.

Her ass was twitching involuntarily, her sphincter clamping down around his cock with each thrust in a desperate attempt to milk him, to hold onto the incredible sensation of being filled.

Every thrust felt like it was rewriting her nervous system. The pain of the stretch and the pleasure of the fullness had merged into one singular, overwhelming sensation that left her gasping for air.

She felt completely powerless and utterly owned, and she had never felt more alive. The loneliness that had once haunted her was completely gone, replaced by the rhythmic, wet, thundering reality of Mike’s cock ravaging her insides.

Mike reached forward again, his fingers tangling roughly in Aveline’s hair. He didn’t just hold it this time; he yanked her head back with enough force to make her spine arch dangerously, forcing her to expose her throat while his hips continued their relentless, punishing assault on her ass.

"You like being treated like this, don’t you?" Mike growled, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction as he drove himself in to the hilt. "You like being broken, used, and tossed around like a fucking toy."

Aveline couldn’t answer at first. The sensation of her hair being yanked while her asshole was being stretched to its limits was overwhelming.

But as the pain of the tugging mingled with the throbbing ecstasy of the anal penetration, something shifted inside her. A dark, shameful thrill raced through her veins.

The idea of being completely overpowered by being physically ruined and dominated by this muscular beast was igniting a fire in her cunt that she couldn’t control. She found herself craving the roughness, wanting him to hit her harder, to treat her like nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.

"Mmmph... ahh... yes... fuck... yes..." she whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively against his cock.

She grabbed the pillow beneath her face, biting down hard on the fabric to stifle a scream that threatened to tear her throat apart.

She wrapped her arms around his thick, sweat-slicked forearms as he gripped her hips, clinging to him like a drowning person clinging to a lifeline.

Then, Mike leaned down closer to her ear, his breath hot and poisonous.

"You know," he whispered, his tone shifting from primal lust to mocking cruelty, "I heard about your husband from Tyler..."

"What a shitty, failed father he was to your son. And now?"

"Now your pathetic little geek son is out there trying to relive his father’s legacy, huh?" He let out a cruel, barking laugh that vibrated through Aveline’s entire body. "That’s why I was trying to defend him from those bullies, you know?"

"To give me time to access enough to fuck his own mother like this properly."

Aveline froze mid-moan, her heart hammering against her ribs. The cruelty of the words stung more than any physical blow, but the humiliation only served to heighten her arousal.

Her body betrayed her, clenching tighter around his cock in response to the degradation.

"And now..." Mike continued, his thrusts becoming even more vicious, more territorial. "How about we make something real?"

"How about you get pregnant with my child, huh? I’ll give you a little brat who won’t be some weak, failed disappointment like your pathetic son."

"A real fucking MAN."

The psychological assault was as overwhelming as the physical one. Aveline’s face was buried deep in the pillow, her eyes streaming with tears of both pleasure and shame.

The words cut through her, mocking her family, her past, and her very worth, yet the way he said them while ravaging her body made her feel more seen and more owned than she ever had before.

"S-stop... mmmph!!" Aveline’s voice came out muffled and broken against the pillow, her words strangled by the fabric and her own gasping breaths. "S-stop saying things like that... ahhh!!"

"Fuck!! Don’t say that... mmmgh... while you’re making me feel... this good... HNNNNGH!!"

She was caught in a horrific, beautiful paradox: her mind recoiled from his venomous words, but her body screamed for them, desperate to be debased further.

SLAP. SQUELCH. SLAP. SQUELCH.

"Can’t stop, can you?" Mike taunted, feeling her cunt spasm around him as she struggled between revulsion and ecstasy. "Your body loves hearing how worthless you are while I’m filling you up."

"Admit it, Aveline! Admit you want me to ruin you completely!"

"I... I can’t... AAAAAHHHHH!!" Aveline shrieked, breaking away from the pillow for one desperate second as Mike delivered a devastatingly deep thrust that seemed to touch her very core. "FUCK ME!!"

"RUIN ME!! JUST FUCK ME LOTS AND LOTS MOREEEE~!!"