Free Web NovelChapter 179: 179. She’s Going Crazy With Pure Lust! She’s A Total Bitch In Heat!!!**
Mike looked down at her crumpled form on the floor, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face. He wasn’t done.
He wasn’t going to let her drift into the sweet, dark oblivion of sleep just yet. He reached down, his massive hands hooking under her armpits, and hauled her limp, sweaty body back up onto the bed like she weighed nothing whatsoever.
Petricia’s eyes fluttered, her consciousness swimming in a sea of exhaustion. She was drifting, her mind trying to retreat into a peaceful slumber, but Mike’s voice, low and commanding, snapped her back to the harsh reality of her lust.
"Don’t you dare pass out on me, Petricia!" he growled, his voice vibrating through the mattress. "We aren’t finished!"
"You haven’t felt the best part yet, and I still have a massive load of cum waiting to be dumped inside you, and you’re going to stay awake to feel every single drop of it!"
"Wait... let me rest a bit..."
Before she could even protest or find her breath, Mike moved. He braced his hands firmly on the sides of the mattress, anchoring himself like a predator preparing for the kill.
Then, with a sudden, explosive burst of strength, he lunged forward.
PLAAPPPP!!!
He drove his cock into her with such terrifying, full-force momentum that it felt as though he had physically punched her womb. The impact was so deep, so sudden, that Petricia’s entire body jolted off the bed.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAH! AGH! AGH! AAH! AHN! MOOREEE~!"
The scream was primal, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and pleasure. She was wide awake now, her nervous system firing on all cylinders as he began a relentless, high-speed assault.
He was thrusting hard and fast, his hips a blur of tanned muscle, hitting her sweet spot with the precision of a jackhammer.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Petricia was no longer a woman; she was a vessel of pure, concentrated horniness. Her face was a mask of beautiful, broken ecstasy.
Her eyes had completely lost focus, rolling back into her head until only the whites showed, and in her state of total sensory overload, they seemed to shimmer with a dazed, euphoric light as if her very soul were seeing hearts.
"AHN! AGH! I LOVE IIIITTTT~! I LOVE THIS COOOOCK~! AGH! AAH! AGH~!"
Her mouth hung wide open, her jaw slack from the sheer intensity of the pleasure, and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, a sign of her total loss of motor control. She was completely "broken," her brain unable to process the sheer magnitude of the sensation he was forcing upon her.
"OH! OH! OHHHHHH! MIKEEEE! FUCK! IT’S TOO MUCH! AHHHHHH!" she wailed, her voice a continuous, high-pitched tremolo.
Every thrust was a lightning bolt to her core. She was being hammered, her body bouncing rhythmically against the mattress under the sheer force of his power.
She was lost in a trance of pure, carnal madness, her mind completely wiped clean of everything except the feeling of his massive, hard cock slamming into her womb over and over again.
"That’s it," Mike grunted, his breath coming in heavy, rhythmic heaves as he watched her face dissolve into that beautiful, wrecked expression of lust. "Stay awake for me!"
"Stay awake and take it all UNTIL YOU’RE FULL!"
"YES! YESSSS! AAAAHHHHHHH! OHHHH GOD! MIKEEEE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME UNTIL I DIE! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The violence of Mike’s rhythm was absolute. He was fucking her with a ferocity that felt less like sex and more like a conquest, his hips slamming into her so hard that the entire bed frame groaned in protest.
Each impact sent a jolt through Petricia’s spine, a sensation so intense it began to tear through the layers of her consciousness. ƒreewebɳovel.com
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
As her eyes rolled back and her mind drifted in the haze of her "broken" state, a sudden, sharp memory pierced through the pleasure. She saw Gerald’s face, not the face of the man she was currently being ruined by, but the face of the man she lived with.
She remembered a quiet evening, a "wholesome" moment where she had whispered about the future, about wanting a child, about the warmth of a family. And she remembered his reaction: the hesitation, the excuses, the way he had looked at her with a lack of readiness that felt like a slow, cold rejection.
’He wasn’t ready...’ she thought, a sob of pure, twisted ecstasy breaking from her throat. ’He wanted to wait... he wanted to plan... he wanted to be careful...’
Then, Mike’s massive cock slammed into her womb again, a heavy, territorial strike that shattered the memory.
’But Mike doesn’t wait,’ she realized, her mind spiraling into a beautiful, dark madness. ’Mike doesn’t care about plans..."
"He just takes, and... He’s not going to talk about it... he’s just going to give it to me.’
The raw, primal dominance of the man currently destroying her violently replaced the wholesome, domestic love she had once cherished. Every soft thought she had about a "family" was being overwritten by the hot, heavy reality of Mike’s semen.
As if sensing her internal shift, Mike leaned down, his massive frame looming over her like a god. He crashed his lips against hers, but this wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claim.
He used his tongue to invade her mouth, aggressively sweeping against hers, stealing her saliva, her breath, and her very essence. He was claiming her tongue, her mouth, and her soul, ensuring that there was no part of her that didn’t belong to him.
"MMMPH! AHHHH! MIKEEEE!" she muffled against his mouth, her hands clawing at his muscular shoulders as she felt the sudden, massive change in his rhythm.
He was tensing, his entire body becoming a rigid pillar of power. He let out a low, guttural roar, and Petricia felt the first massive, hot eruption of his seed.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
He began to dump a colossal amount of semen deep into her, the heat of it feeling like liquid fire hitting her womb. But unlike a normal man, Mike didn’t slow down.
He didn’t pause to savor the moment. Even as he was pumping his thick, heavy load into her, he kept thrusting with the same brutal, unyielding force.
"OH! OHHHH GOD! IT’S INSIDE! AHHHHH! IT’S SO MUCH! AAAAHHH!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side.
He was fucking her while he was filling her, the sensation of his cock expanding with the volume of his semen while simultaneously slamming into her, creating a sensory overload that pushed her to the very brink of insanity. She could feel the weight of him, the sheer volume of his seed flooding her, and the relentless, punishing speed of his hips.
"Take it all!" Mike growled against her lips, his voice a dark, triumphant command. "Every fucking drop!"
"You’re mine now, Petricia! Not his! MINE!"
"YES! MINE! AAAAHHHH! OHHHH GOD, MIKEEEE! FUCK ME! FILL ME! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body vibrating in a continuous, violent climax as she surrendered her entire existence to the man who was currently rewriting her very soul with every thrust.
The sensation of Mike’s semen flooding her womb while he continued to hammer into her was too much for Petricia to bear in silence. The old, polite version of her, the woman who waited for permission, the woman who asked for things gently, died right there on that sweat-soaked mattress.
In a sudden, violent burst of renewed energy, she wrapped her arms around his thick, muscular neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him with a desperate, starving ferocity. She wasn’t just receiving him anymore; she was fighting him, her tongue tangling with his in a battle for dominance and breath.
Her legs, trembling and slick with her own juices, flew up and locked tightly around his waist, her ankles crossing behind his back to pull his hips even closer to hers.
She wanted no space between them. She wanted to be crushed by him.
"DEEPER!" she screamed into his mouth, her voice a raw, jagged edge of pure lust. "FUCK ME DEEPER, MIKE! DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP! I’LL DO ANYTHING AS LONG AS YOU KEEP FUCKING ME HARRRRDDDD~!"
By locking her legs around him, she forced his massive cock to bury itself to the absolute limit, hitting her cervix with every punishing lunge. She could feel the sheer volume of his semen pulsing inside her, a hot, heavy tide that seemed to be filling every corner of her being.
As the pleasure reached a level of madness, the thought of Gerald, the man who had been "too careful," the man who had made her feel like her desires were a burden, flashed in her mind one last time. It wasn’t a sad memory anymore; it was a weapon.
"I WANT IT!" she shrieked, her eyes wide and wild, staring into Mike’s dark, predatory eyes. "I WANT TO GET PREGNANT RIGHT NOW! DON’T WAIT! DON’T TALK! JUST FILL ME! GIVE ME YOUR BABY!"
She arched her back, her chest heaving, her entire body a frantic, pulsing engine of desire.
"LET HIM SEE!" she wailed, her voice cracking with a mix of joy and spite. "LET GERALD KNOW!"
"THIS IS HIS PUNISHMENT!"
"HE WAS TOO SLOW, BUT YOU... YOU’RE A GOD! FILL ME UP UNTIL I CAN’T CARRY ANY MORE! MAKE ME CARRY YOUR CHILD! AAAAHHHHHHH!"
