Free Web NovelChapter 177: 177. She Wants To Keep Going! (Damn, This Bitch Is Going To Be Pregnant!)**
As Mike finally withdrew from her, the sudden absence of his massive girth felt like a physical ache. The suction created by his thick cock leaving her drenched walls caused a violent, involuntary spasm in her pussy.
A thick, creamy torrent of his semen, mixed with her own overflowing juices, burst from her, cascading down her thighs and staining the sheets in a messy, primal display of their union.
SPLOOOOOSSHHH~!
Petricia lay there, her chest heaving, her blonde hair a tangled mess of sweat and lust. She felt heavy, filled to the brim, and utterly spent.
She could feel the warmth of him still pulsing deep inside her, a constant reminder of the man who had just conquered her.
Mike, seemingly unfazed by the torrential release, sat up on the edge of the bed. He reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, taking a long, slow drink.
Even in this moment of supposed rest, he looked like a predator momentarily pausing between kills. As he leaned back, the dim light caught the silhouette of his body, and Petricia’s eyes drifted downward.
Despite the massive ejaculation, his cock hadn’t even begun to soften. It remained a thick, heavy, and incredibly hard pillar of muscle, twitching slightly as if demanding a second round.
Petricia stared at it, her breath hitching in her throat.
’God almighty,’ she thought, her eyes wide as she watched the vein throbbing along the length of him. ’He wasn’t lying...’
’He really is a beast...’
’Most men would be a limp mess after what he just did to me, but he... he’s still standing at attention.’ Petricia was awestruck just by looking at it. ’He’s still ready to go again.’
A flicker of genuine, delicious terror crossed her mind, followed immediately by a surge of heat.
’I thought I had reached my limit,’ she mused, her inner voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and mounting anticipation. ’I thought there was nothing left of me to give...’
’But by looking at him right now... especially looking at that massive, unyielding thing... it’s clear that the night is far from over.’ Petricia gulped. ’If he decides to go again, if he decides to truly lose himself... will there be anything left of me by morning?’
"I’m going to get pregnant... but... that’s fine... I’ve been wanting a child for so long...’
’It’s fine if it’s not with Gerald... he deserves to not know the truth that his first child is going to be Mike’s...’
’This is his punishment...’
She watched him set the glass down, his movements calm and controlled, a stark contrast to the volcanic eruption of passion they had just shared. freewёbnoνel.com
’He has a libido like a god,’ she realized, a small, shaky smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. ’He doesn’t just want sex; he wants to consume.’
’And the terrifying part... the most beautiful, sinful part... is that I think I want to let him crush me even more...’
’I just need to find a way to survive him, to endure every inch of him, because if he’s so hungry now... heaven help me... when he truly starts to hunt again.’
She shifted slightly on the bed, the friction of the sheets against her sensitized skin sending a fresh jolt of electricity through her. She looked at his tanned, muscular back, waiting for him to turn around, her body already beginning to prime itself for the next assault.
’Buckle up, Petricia,’ she whispered to herself in the silence of her mind. ’The landlady is gone...’
’Now, you just have to survive the man.’
Mike sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, muscles rippling as he took a deep, meditative breath. He looked like a statue of ancient bronze, unbothered and immovable, even as he caught the sound of her shallow, desperate breathing behind him.
Petricia felt the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, but the hunger in her gut was far more powerful. The thought of him leaving her now, of her returning to that empty, silent apartment where Gerald slept his selfish, oblivious sleep, was unbearable.
She couldn’t let it end here.
With a ragged groan, she crawled across the bed toward him. Her body felt heavy, her skin slick with a mixture of sweat and his seed, but she didn’t care.
She reached him, her hands trembling as she pressed her chest against his broad, warm back, her lips seeking the crook of his neck. "Uhm..."
"Mike," she whispered, her voice a hoarse, desperate rasp. "I... I want more."
"Please... Don’t stop now..."
"I know I’m tired, and I know it’s almost dawn, but I can’t... I can’t have enough of you..." frёeωebɳovel.com
Mike turned his head slightly, a knowing, challenging glint in his dark eyes. He didn’t move to embrace her; instead, he remained seated, his massive cock still standing tall and hard between his legs, mocking her with its sheer size.
"You’ve been taken and filled all night, Petricia," he said, his voice low and smooth, a contrast to the violence of their earlier exertion. "You’re shaking, you’re drenched, and you can barely breathe."
"Most women would be begging for a bed and a bottle of water." Mike grinned to tease her. "Why should I keep going?"
"What makes you worth another round when you’re already broken open?"
Petricia felt a flash of panic, a sudden, overwhelming need to prove herself to him. She didn’t want to be just another woman; she wanted to be the one who could handle him, the one who could keep up with the storm that was Mike.
’I have to show him,’ she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. ’I have to prove that I’m not just a fragile thing he can break...’
’I have to show him that I can take everything he has to give and still ask for more.’
’He trained me since back then... and now I have to show the result... to its full extent!’
Without a word, she moved. She slid off the bed and onto the carpet, her body aching but her mind clear.
She turned her back to him, crawling slowly, purposefully, until she was on all fours, her backside aimed directly at his lap.
With a sharp, determined breath, she gripped her own thighs and pulled them apart, widening her stance until she was completely open to him. She arched her back, her heavy tits swaying as she presented herself in the most vulnerable and inviting position possible.
"Look," she breathed, her voice shaking but firm. "Please... put it iiiinnnn...!"
As she opened herself wider, the remnants of his previous loads began to spill out of her, a thick, white trail of semen that dribbled down her tanned thighs and onto the carpet. She didn’t try to hide it or wipe it away; she let him see every drop, the evidence of his dominance still leaking from her.
"I’m still open for you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I’m still yours...!"
"I’ll take every drop you have, Mike..."
"I’ll take it all until I can’t move!" Petricia keeps begging. "Just... please... don’t leave me empty again..."
Mike stared at the sight of her, his jaw tightening. The sight of his own seed dripping from her, combined with her desperate, wide-open stance, seemed to ignite something even more primal within him.
A low, predatory growl rumbled in his chest. "Heh..."
"You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice dark with promise.
He reached out, his large hand gripping her hip and pulling her back toward him with a sudden, violent jerk. Petricia let out a sharp, excited cry as she felt his powerful cock press against her entrance once more, ready to begin the cycle all over again.
