Chapter 396. It’s About Time I Fill This Slut Who Covers Herself As A Mother!**

Minutes had passed, but time had become meaningless in the sweltering, sweat-soaked haze of the bedroom. The room still reeked of sex, the sharp tang of arousal mixed with the heavy musk of their bodies.

Aveline was no longer fighting him; she was no longer fighting herself. She had been pushed past the point of resistance into a state of complete, helpless surrender.

She lay flat on her back now, her legs spread wide and vulnerable, her body quivering from the residual aftershocks of her previous climax. Her arms were stretched above her head, fingers buried deep into the fabric of the pillows, gripping them so hard her knuckles were white.

She was holding herself open, bracing herself for the inevitable return of the torment she now craved.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

Mike hadn't given her a moment to breathe. He had pulled back only long enough to reposition himself, and now he was back inside her, driving his cock into her pussy with a steady, punishing rhythm that felt like it was reaching all the way to her spine.

He wasn't rushing toward climax; he was prolonging her agony, savoring every wet thrust and every broken sound she made.

"Mmmph... ahhh... Hnnnngh..." Aveline's voice was barely a whisper now, a wrecked, husky sound that scraped against her throat. "More... please... Mike... more..."

"You're still asking for more?" Mike taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he leaned forward, his sweat dripping onto her flushed chest.

He drove himself in to the hilt, making her hips buck off the mattress. "After everything I've done to you? After how much you've screamed?"

SQUELCH. SLOP. THUD.

"I... I can't... ahh! Fuck!!" Aveline's head thrashed from side to side.

The pleasure was so intense it felt like pain—a beautiful, devastating violation that kept her on the razor's edge. Every time he bottomed out inside her, her vision blurred, and her entire body convulsed.

Mike slowed down just slightly, not to give her relief but to prolong the teasing. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving her feeling achingly empty for a split second before plunging back in with devastating force.

He leaned down close to her ear, his lips brushing against her damp skin.

"Tell me, Aveline," he whispered, his breath hot and demanding. "You've been taking me like a fucking animal all night."

"Do you want it? Do you want me to stop playing around and actually fill you up?"

"Do you want to feel my cum flooding inside you until you're dripping with it?"

Aveline opened her mouth to answer, to scream yes, to beg him to cum inside her and claim her permanently, but the words died before they could form. Another powerful thrust caught her right against her swollen clit, sending a fresh wave of electricity through her nervous system.

"Aaaah! Nnnnngh! Haaah... ahhh..."

Her voice broke. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too violent, to allow for coherent speech.

Her throat constricted, leaving her only able to produce fragmented gasps and high-pitched whines. She could only nod frantically, her hips rolling involuntarily against him in a desperate attempt to close the distance.

"Can't talk, can you?" Mike laughed, the sound low and predatory. "Too busy feeling how good I am inside you?"

"And too busy losing your goddamn mind?"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He increased the tempo again, the wet sounds of their coupling becoming faster and more obscene. The bed creaked violently under the assault. Aveline's grip on the pillows tightened as she felt herself being pushed toward another precipice.

She was a wreck, her hair plastered to her forehead, her skin flushed crimson, and her voice completely destroyed by ecstasy.

"FUCK!! MIKE!! YES!! FUCK ME!! FILL ME!!" she finally managed to shriek, though it came out as more of a broken howl. "JUST DO IT!! FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING!!"

"That's what I thought," Mike growled, his muscles tensing as he prepared to escalate the brutality. "Hold on tight, princess."

"I'm about to ruin you for good."

The intensity in the room reached a breaking point where words were no longer necessary, only pure, unadulterated dominance. Mike, sensing she was on the brink of total collapse, suddenly shifted his weight.

Instead of continuing the rhythmic pounding, he surged forward, lowering his massive upper body until he was crushing her beneath him.

Before she could even gasp, his mouth slammed against hers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a claim. His tongue invaded her mouth with the same aggressive ownership he showed her body, tangling with hers in a wet, desperate battle for dominance.

Aveline let out a muffled moan against his lips as his tongue swept through her mouth, tasting of salt and arousal.

The physical pressure became overwhelming. Mike drove his hips upward with such relentless force that he pinned her against the mattress so thoroughly that her legs were forced upward, dangling helplessly off the sides of the bed.

Her knees bent involuntarily as his pelvis pressed hard against hers, grinding his pubic bone against her clit with every desperate lunge.

Mmph!! Nnnngh mmph!!

The sounds of their kiss were obscene, wet, sucking noises that mingled with the ragged breathing echoing through the room. Aveline felt like she was drowning in him, her senses overwhelmed by his weight, his taste, and the sheer power of his body pinning hers down.

Finally, Mike pulled back abruptly, breaking the seal of their lips. Aveline gasped for air, her chest heaving as she drew in ragged, desperate gulps of oxygen.

Her mouth was swollen, her lips glistening with saliva, and her eyes were unfocused, swimming with tears of pleasure.

"Haaah... haaaah... Mike..." she wheezed, her voice completely wrecked, barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

But as she tried to catch her breath, she realized something had changed. The rhythm of his thrusts had shifted.

The steady, punishing piston-like motion had transformed into something more erratic, more urgent.

Thump. Thump. Squish.

"Oh... oh fuck..." Aveline whimpered, her eyes widening as she felt a new sensation deep inside her womb.

Inside her pussy, Mike's cock was no longer just a solid rod of heat; it was alive. She could feel it twitching violently, each spasm sending waves of electricity shooting through her sensitized walls.

Along with those powerful, involuntary contractions, she felt a sudden, warm slickness flooding her—the unmistakable feeling of him leaking precum in his desperation to cum.

Squelch... squish... slop.

"You feel that, don't you?" Mike growled against her neck, his voice vibrating through her entire body.

His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, sending fresh shivers down her spine. "You feel how close I am?"

"My cock is fucking screaming inside you, Aveline."

The twitching became more frequent and more intense. Every time his cock bucked inside her, it felt like he was trying to punch through her.

The added lubrication from his precum made the friction even more intense, the sounds of their coupling becoming wetter, louder, and more obscene.

PLAP SQUISH! PLAP SQUISH!

"Nnnngh! Ahhh! Mike, it's twitching!"

"It feels so good, ahhh!!" Aveline shrieked as a particularly violent spasm hit her.

The sensation of him leaking inside her while simultaneously pounding her with those twitching thrusts drove her over the edge. Her inner muscles began to clamp down on him in desperate, involuntary pulses, trying to milk the pleasure out of every twitch.

"That's it," Mike hissed, his hips moving faster now, each thrust becoming shallower but more frantic. "Clench around it."

"Take every fucking drop... I'm going to fill you so full you'll be leaking me for hours."

The room was a chaos of noise, the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, the creaking bedframe screaming under Mike's power, and Aveline's high-pitched, broken screams as she surrendered to the terrifying, exquisite sensation of being filled by a man who refused to show her mercy.