Free Web NovelChapter 243: 243. Her Head Already Getting Used To The Rough Thrusting! (Good!)**
Mike’s rhythm shifted from a frantic pace to something much more deliberate and devastating. He began to grind his hips in a slow, circular motion while still maintaining the depth of his thrusts, a technique designed to maximize the friction against the most sensitive parts of her throat.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sensation was no longer just a blunt force; it was a swirling, heavy pressure that seemed to massage her internal walls from the inside out.
"NNNNGGHHH! HHH GLLLLK! MMMM PHHHH!"
Sabrina’s eyes were rolling in her head, the whites showing as she lost all sense of where her body ended and his began. The bulge in her neck was even more pronounced now, a thick, moving protrusion that traced the path of his every lunge.
His very presence seemed to reshape her throat, stretching the skin so taut that it appeared almost transparent.
Mike leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and smelling of pure, unadulterated lust. He looked at her tear-streaked, saliva-slicked face and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Look at you," he hissed, his voice dripping with contemptuous pleasure. "Look at this pathetic, beautiful little slut..."
"You thought you were so fucking sophisticated, didn’t you?!"
"But look at what you’ve become... You’re just a fucking hole, Sabrina." Mike grinned. "A wet, desperate, gagging little hole for me to use."
He drove himself in with a sudden, sharp lunge that made her entire body arch.
"GLLLL KHHH! HHH HAAAK! MMMM GGGHHH!"
"And don’t you think for a fucking second that this is going to be quick," he growled, his hand tightening on her hair until she was forced to take him even deeper. "You think you can just take a few good licks and then we’re done?!"
"Fuck no! You’re going to be working for this all night!"
"It’s going to take me a long fucking time to cum, you hear me?! Because when it finally happens, when this massive cock finally breaks..."
He paused, his eyes locking onto hers with a terrifying intensity, forcing her to witness his dominance.
"...when it finally breaks, it’s going to be a fucking flood!"
"It’s going to be a goddamn deluge of hot, thick cream that’s going to fill your entire throat, drown you, and make you choke on it!"
"You’re going to swallow every single fucking drop of it, and you’re going to thank me for the privilege, you hear me?!" freewёbnoνel.com
"You’re going to be my little milkmaid, draining me dry until there’s nothing left but your sobbing, messy face!!!"
"SCHLLLOOOOP! GHHH NNNGGH! HHH KHHH!"
The sound of her gagging was a rhythmic, wet melody to him. He began to vary the depth, sometimes pulling back until only the very tip was in her mouth, teasing her with the sudden lack of pressure, only to slam back in with a ferocity that made her eyes bulge.
"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! HHH NNNGGH!"
"That’s it, swallow it," he commanded, his voice a dark, hypnotic rasp. "Take it all!"
"You’re a natural at this, aren’t you!? A natural-born fucktoy!"
"You were born to have me stretching you out like this, and you were born to be nothing but a vessel for my seed."
He began to increase the tempo again, the slapping sounds of his pelvis against her chin becoming a rapid-fire staccato. The moisture was everywhere now, dripping from her chin, coating his thighs, and making a loud, squelching sound every time he entered and exited her mouth.
"MMMM PHHH! GLLLL KHHH! HHH HAAAK! SCHLLOOOOOOP!"
Sabrina felt like she was drowning in him. The sheer scale of him was overwhelming her senses; the heat, the smell, the taste, and the relentless, rhythmic pressure of his cock against her throat were all merging into one singular, overwhelming experience of submission.
She felt her consciousness slipping further and further away, her mind becoming a blank slate that he was writing his dominance upon with every heavy, punishing thrust.
"Keep going, you little bitch!" he roared, his voice a command that brooked no disobedience. "Don’t you dare slow down!"
"You’re going to work until you can’t even remember your own name, and then you’re going to work some more!"
"You’re mine! Every inch of this throat belongs to me!" freewebnoveℓ.com
"GLLLL KHHH! HHH NNNGGH! MMMM PHHH! GHHH HAAAK!"
Mike decided to change the dynamic of her torment. He sensed she was becoming too accustomed to the stability of his hands on her head, and he wanted her to feel the true, chaotic weight of his power.
He suddenly released his grip, his large hands sliding from her hair to her shoulders, leaving her head unsupported.
Without the bracing of his palms, Sabrina’s head began to whip and lurch violently with the sheer momentum of his hips. Every time he slammed home, her head was tossed back with a sickening thud against her own neck muscles, and every time he pulled back, her chin would jerk forward as if she were being tossed by a storm at sea.
She was no longer a participant; she was a piece of driftwood caught in a violent, rhythmic tide.
"GHHH KHHH! HHH HAAAK! MMMM PHHHH!"
Her head moved on its own, driven by the primal force of his pelvis. She couldn’t control the angle, couldn’t stabilize her jaw, and couldn’t find a rhythm of her own.
She was at the mercy of the physics of his lust. The lack of control made the sensation even more overwhelming; the sudden, unbridled jolts sent her head snapping in directions that made her eyes roll wildly in their sockets, her vision a blurring mess of white bathroom tiles and the dark, pulsing mass of him.
"SLRRRRP! GLLLLK! GHHH! NNNGGH!"
Mike leaned back slightly, his eyes fixed on her face as she struggled to keep up with him. He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was building a pressure cooker of sensation.
He began to pull back almost entirely, teasing her with the sensation of emptiness, only to lunge forward with a force that felt like it was trying to drive his cock through the back of her skull.
"Look at you, wobbling like a fucking doll!" he mocked, his voice thick with a dark, vibrating bass. "No hands to hold you steady?!"
"No way to stop the madness?! Just feel it! Feel how much of a fucking mess you are!"
He began to pick up the speed, his hips becoming a blur of tanned, muscular motion. The sound in the room was a cacophony of wet, slapping impacts and Sabrina’s frantic, uncoordinated vocalizations.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! HHH AAAAK! MMMM GGGHH!"
Her head was a pendulum of pure, unadulterated sensation. She felt the weight of him, the heat of him, and the terrifying, beautiful sensation of being completely unmoored.
Her jaw felt like it was being unhinged, her throat stretched to a point of no return, yet the sheer intensity of the friction was sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core.
But just as the tension reached a breaking point, just as she felt the impending explosion of his climax, Mike did something cruel. He slowed down. He didn’t stop, but he transitioned into a heavy, grinding, agonizingly slow pace.
He was hovering right on the edge, the tip of his cock rubbing against the very entrance of her throat, teasing the threshold of her gag reflex.
"Hold on, you little slut," he growled, his voice dropping to a menacing, guttural whisper.
He reached out and gripped her chin, not to stabilize her, but to tilt her head back even further, exposing her throat to the light. "Don’t you fucking dare think you’re getting off easy!"
"You think you’re ready for the flood!? You think you can handle the deluge!?"
He let out a low, dark chuckle as he watched her eyes widen in desperate anticipation.
"Not yet... You’re going to wait and work for it more!" Mike grinned. "You’re going to feel every single second of this buildup!"
"And make sure that you’re going to feel how much of a fucking monster you’re trying to contain... Because when I finally decide to let go... when I finally let this flood loose... you’re going to take every single drop!"
"You’re going to swallow it until you’re gasping, until you’re choking, until your stomach is heavy with my fucking essence."
"HHH NNNGGH! GLLLL KHHH! MMMM PHHH!"
He began to drive into her again, but with a new, terrifying purpose. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was preparing her.
He was stretching her, priming her, making sure her throat was wide, warm, and utterly ready to receive the massive, hot torrent he was holding back. He was a dam about to burst, and Sabrina was the valley waiting to be submerged.
"Get ready, Sabrina," he hissed, his hips beginning to accelerate into a final, brutal crescendo. "Get your fucking throat ready!"
"The flood is about to come, and it’s going to be a goddamn massacre."
"GLUCK! SCHLLOOOOOP! GHHH HAAAK! MMMM GGGHH!"
