Free Web NovelChapter 180: 180. I Pump Out A Lot Of Seeds! She’s Going To Get Pregnant For Sure!**
She was no longer just a woman having sex; she was a woman declaring war on her old life. Every thrust from Mike was a nail in the coffin of her marriage, and every drop of his semen was a new beginning.
She wanted the consequence of this madness; she wanted the permanent, physical mark of Mike’s dominance inside her.
"YES! YESSSS! OHHHH GOD, MIKE! MORE! MORE! MORE! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Mike let out a roar of pure, masculine triumph, hearing her demand the ultimate surrender. He gripped her hips even harder, his fingers digging into her flesh, and increased the speed of his thrusts to a violent, staccato rhythm.
He was pumping into her with everything he had, a relentless, heavy machine of pleasure, driven by her command to leave his mark forever.
The room was filled with the sounds of their collision, the slapping of skin, the heavy, rhythmic thud of the bed, and Petricia’s unending, beautiful screams of a woman who had finally, violently, found exactly what she was looking for.
"MAKE ME PREGNANT~! MAKE ME PREGNANNNTTT~! PLEASEEEEGGGHHHH~!"
As Petricia’s cries of "make me pregnant" reached a fever pitch, Mike’s expression shifted from predatory hunger to a dark, commanding authority.
He didn’t like being told what to do, even by a woman as desperate as her. He was the master of this ritual, the architect of her ruin, and he would remind her of that.
As she tried to pull him even closer, demanding more, Mike suddenly pulled back just enough to swing his massive hand.
SLAP!
The sound of his palm hitting her flushed, sweaty cheek echoed sharply in the room. Petricia’s head snapped to the side, her eyes widening in shock, a mix of stinging pain and an even more intense, jolting pleasure racing through her nervous system.
"Don’t you dare try to command me, you little slut!" Mike growled, his voice a terrifying rumble of thunder.
He slapped her again, a sharp, stinging strike that left a bright red mark on her tan skin. "You don’t tell me when to finish!"
"You don’t tell me how much to give!"
"You just FUCKING lie there, open and ready, and take whatever the hell I decide to dump inside you!"
He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with a terrifying intensity.
"You want a baby?! You want to carry a man’s seed because your pathetic husband was too much of a pussy to give it to you!?" He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that cut through her moans. "Gerald is a man of words and hesitation."
"He’s a man of ’maybe’ and ’someday.’ But look at you now... you’re nothing but a leaking, screaming vessel for a real man!"
"He’s playing house, but I’m playing God! God of Lust!"
He let go of her chin and went back to the assault, but the intensity had shifted. He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was attempting to break the very limits of human endurance.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He began to thrust with a violent, rhythmic ferocity that felt like he was trying to drive his cock right through her spine. It was a brutal, unbridled power that pushed her far beyond the boundaries of "rough sex" into something primal and devastating.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! IT’S TOO HARD! AHHHHHHH! YES! KEEP GOING! AAAAHHHHH!" Petricia screamed, her body bouncing violently on the mattress, her vision blurring into a kaleidoscope of pure sensation.
"He’s probably in the next room right now, dreaming of a quiet life, a ’wholesome’ life!" Mike yelled, his voice rising in a crescendo of lust and mockery as he hammered into her. "While you’re here, getting your insides rearranged by a man who actually knows how to claim what’s his!"
"You’re not his wife right now, Petricia! You’re just a fucking incubator for my legacy!"
He could feel it, the pressure building in his loins, the massive, volcanic force of his final, ultimate load. His muscles were corded like steel cables, and his veins were bulging with the sheer effort of containing the explosion.
"Here it comes!" he roared, his voice a primal scream that rivaled hers. "The end of you! The end of your old life! TAKE IT ALL!"
’Dear... I’m sorry...’ Petricia thought. ’I love you... but... he’s the only one who can make me feel like a woman who felt appreciated for her hard work...’
’Only his cock can make me feel this way...’
"SHOOT IT OUUTTTT~! SHOOT A LOT OF IT INSIDE MEEGGGHHH~! PLESSGGHHH~!"
"GET ME PREGNANT WITH YOUR SEMEEEEENNNN~! MIKEEEEGGGHHHH~!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He didn’t slow down; he accelerated. He drove himself into her with a final, desperate, bone-deep lunge, his hips slamming against her with enough force to make her entire body arch in a violent spasm.
He began to pump his final, massive load into her, a torrential, unending flood of thick, hot semen that felt like it was being shot from a cannon directly into her womb.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Petricia’s scream was a long, unbroken wail of total, absolute surrender. She was being filled, flooded, and conquered.
She felt the weight of his seed, the sheer volume of it, stretching her, claiming her, and cementing the transformation. As Mike continued to thrust even as his body emptied itself, she felt her very soul being overwritten by the sheer, brutal reality of his dominance.
The "wholesome" world was gone; there was only the heat, the pain, the pleasure, and the man who had finally, violently, made her his.
The room was filled with the violent, rhythmic sounds of Mike’s final, explosive conquest. He wasn’t just ejaculating; he was emptying a reservoir of pure, masculine power deep into the core of her being.
Every pulse of his cock sent a fresh, heavy wave of thick, hot semen slamming against her womb, a sensation so overwhelming that Petricia’s mind finally reached its breaking point.
"CUMMING! OH GOD! CUMMING! AAAAHHHHHHH! CUMMING! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
She screamed the word at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking and raw, a continuous, frantic chant of her own ecstasy. She was caught in a loop of endless, cascading orgasms, her body convulsing so hard that her vision began to fracture into white light.
The sheer sensory overload, the pain of the slaps, the mockery of his words, the incredible depth of his thrusts, and the volcanic heat of his seed were too much for her consciousness to hold.
With one final, earth-shattering wail, her eyes rolled back one last time, her tongue lolled out, and her body went completely limp. She didn’t just fall asleep; she snapped out of existence, passing out from the pure, unadulterated intensity of the experience. freēwebnovel.com
Mike, still panting heavily, his muscles twitching from the exertion, looked down at her beautiful, wrecked face. The fierce, predatory look in his eyes softened just a fraction as he leaned down.
He pressed a few heavy, lingering kisses to her sweaty forehead and her swollen, bitten lips, a final, silent claim on the woman he had just conquered.
As he held himself deep inside her, the sheer volume of the semen he had pumped into her began to manifest physically. Because her womb was being filled to its absolute limit, the pressure became visible.
Mike watched with a dark, triumphant grin as her lower abdomen actually began to bulge slightly, a visible swell of his seed pushing against her skin from the inside.
"Holy fucking shit... just look at your state right now," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Full of my fucking baby seeds that are ready to fertilize your egg."
With a slow, heavy grunt, he finally began to pull out. As his massive cock slid out of her, the pressure was released, and the floodgates truly opened.
A massive, torrential deluge of thick, white semen, a mixture of his final load and the remnants of the previous ones, erupted from her wide-open pussy. It didn’t just drip; it poured out in a heavy, continuous stream, splashing onto the bed, the floor, and coating her thighs and stomach in a thick, creamy layer of his essence.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRTTTTTTTTT~!
"Ahhh~! fuccckkkkkk... it feels like peeing..."
She was completely drenched, a glistening, white-stained goddess of lust lying in the wreckage of her own desire.
Mike sat back on his heels, his chest heaving, looking at the mess he had made of her. A deep, boisterous laugh erupted from his chest, a sound of pure, masculine pride.
He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and looked down at her limp, unconscious form.
"Goddamn," he chuckled, his voice low and gravelly. "That was a good shit."
"You’re going to be pregnant for sure, Petricia!"
"There’s no way all that’s not going to take."
He stood up, his powerful physique silhouetted against the dawning light, looking down at the woman he had utterly broken and rebuilt in his own image, leaving her to sleep in the warm, sticky evidence of his absolute dominance.
"And now... my fucking libido is still strong as ever!" Mike laughed while looking at his massive cock still standing tall and twitching hard. "I’ve fucked a MILF for the night... and for the start of this new day of Sunday..."
"When the sun rises up... I want to fuck an innocent girlfriend who has a long-distance relationship!" Mike laughed. "It’s going to be fucking..."
"...peak!"
