Chapter 391. An Addiction That Could Completely Ruined A Woman’s Mind!**

Chapter 391: 391. An Addiction That Could Completely Ruined A Woman’s Mind!**

Mike let out a rough, appreciative sound, his thrusts stuttering for a moment as he felt her teeth against him. When he finally pulled back slightly to catch his breath, their eyes locked.

The air between them was thick enough to choke on, charged with sweat, lust, and an unspoken, dangerous understanding.

Aveline looked up at him, her pupils blown wide until her irises were mere rings of color. Her expression shifted from feral to something almost pitifully needy.

She parted her lips, her mouth hanging open in a silent plea. A thick string of saliva stretched between her lips and dripped down her chin, glistening in the dim light.

Her tongue flicked out instinctively, wet and pink, tasting the air between them.

Mike stared at her for a heartbeat, seeing the raw, spoiled vulnerability in her gaze. Then, he let out a deep, rumbling laugh, a sound of pure, masculine triumph.

"You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?" he teased, though there was no real malice in it, only hunger. "Just begging for it."

Before she could respond, he crashed his mouth against hers. This wasn’t a kiss; it was an invasion.

Mike claimed her mouth with absolute dominance, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth to tangle with hers in a wet, aggressive dance. He tasted of salt and heat, his tongue sweeping through her mouth like he was claiming every inch of her territory.

SQUELCH... SLURP... MMMMFF...

As his tongue swirled against hers, Aveline’s mind wandered into a dangerous, hazy territory. Her thoughts became fragmented as she felt the dual assault of his mouth on hers and his cock grinding relentlessly inside her.

’He would make such a good father...’ The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, terrifying and undeniable.

Her mind involuntarily drifted to Tyler always talking about how much he helped, how capable he was, and how strong he seemed. But Tyler was nothing compared to this.

Tyler was a boy; Mike was a god.

’I don’t even care if he’s a dick...’ she thought desperately as Mike’s tongue pushed deeper, making her whimper into the kiss. ’I don’t care if he’s selfish, if he’s cruel, if he never pays a cent in child support...’

’I’m rich. I have everything I need.’

’As long as he keeps fucking me like this... as long as he keeps claiming me like this... that’s enough.’

’That’s more than enough.’

"Mmmph mmmnnnn!!" Aveline moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking wildly against his.

The kiss became more desperate as she tried to swallow his tongue, to drink him in.

Mike pulled away just enough to growl against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. "You’re mine, Aveline."

"Every fucking inch. Every thought in that pretty little head." He shoved back into her one more time with devastating force.

PLAP! SQUELCH! THWACK!

"AAAAHHHHH!! YES!! MIKE!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME UNTIL I’M YOURS FOREVER!!" she screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as she surrendered completely to the beautiful, filthy reality of him.

Despite being suspended in the air, Aveline refused to be a passive passenger in this debauchery. Her body was learning his language with terrifying speed.

As Mike maintained his punishing rhythm, she began to adapt, her hips moving in a counter rhythm that was almost obscene. She wasn’t just receiving his thrusts anymore; she was actively grinding back against him, rotating her ass in tight, circular motions to maximize the friction against his cock.

She wanted to squeeze him, to make him feel every ridge of her cunt as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist.

SQUISH PLAP! SQUISH PLAP! SQUISH PLAP!

"Mmmph... hnnn... mmmf!!" Her moans were swallowed by Mike as he crashed his lips against hers again.

This kiss was even more violent than the last. Mike was claiming her mouth like he was claiming her soul, his tongue thrusting into her throat with a possessive force that left her breathless.

The wet, obscene sounds of their mouths working together filled the space between their bodies.

Schlip... slurp... smack... mmmph...

The sounds of their kissing—the wet tearing of lips parting and rejoining, the guttural growls Mike made deep in his throat—were as loud as the slapping of their bodies.

Inside Aveline’s mind, the dam was breaking. The pleasure had reached a critical mass where it was no longer something she could control; it was something that was happening to her.

’Oh god... oh fuck... it’s happening...’

’I can’t stop it!’ Her inner monologue screamed as she felt the first involuntary tremors of a massive climax beginning to ripple through her lower abdomen. ’It’s too much!’

’I’m cumming... I’m cumming so hard!’

’I can feel it flooding out of me, soaking him, soaking everything!’

The sensation was an overwhelming, white-hot flood of ecstasy that started at her core and radiated outward to her fingertips. Her inner walls began to clamp down on him in violent, rhythmic spasms, milking his cock with desperate intensity.

’I’m losing it... I’m completely losing myself to him!’ she thought frantically, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. ’My body won’t listen to me anymore...’

’It only wants him! It only wants to be filled by him!’

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! MIKE!! OH GOD!! MIKE!!" Aveline’s scream was raw, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that tore through the room.

Her back arched so violently she nearly slipped from his arms, but his grip only tightened, pinning her against his chest as she convulsed.

"That’s it, baby! Take it all!" Mike roared, his own voice breaking with the strain of his approaching release. "Cum for me!"

"Let me feel how much you want me!"

PLAP! SLAP! SQUELCH!

The wetness between them was undeniable, now a slick, frothy mixture of her arousal and the sweat that drenched them both. Every time Mike drove upward, he was met with the crushing, milking grip of her climaxing cunt.

The friction was so intense it felt like fire, but it was a fire she wanted to drown in.

’I don’t care about anything else! Her mind screamed over the cacophony of pleasure.’

’Just this! Just this feeling! Just this man!’

’FUCK ME!! FUCK ME UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF ME BUT YOU!!’

"YES!! YES!! OHHHH!! MIKE!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Her voice cracked as she reached the peak, her body shaking with the force of multiple overlapping orgasms that seemed to have no end, each one more devastating than the last.

Mike wasn’t done breaking her. Just as Aveline thought she had reached the limit of what her body could endure, he shifted his weight with terrifying ease.

While still keeping her suspended off the ground, he rotated her body midair. He turned her around so she was facing away from him, her back pressed against his chest, but he kept himself positioned directly between her thighs, facing her.

"Not yet, princess," Mike growled against the nape of her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "We’re just getting started."

Aveline gasped as she felt the angle shift again. But before she could even process the change, Mike’s powerful arms reached down beneath her ass.

He hooked both of her thighs, lifting her legs higher until her knees were pulled up toward her chest, nearly touching her shoulders. This new position left her completely exposed, her hips tilted back at an impossible angle that offered Mike zero resistance.

THWACK! SQUELCH! SQUISH!

"OH GOD!! MIKE!! NO YES!! OH FUCK!!" Aveline shrieked as he drove back into her.

Because her legs were being held so high by his arms, his cock didn’t just penetrate her; it felt like it was impaling her entire torso, bottoming out against her womb with every devastating thrust. The depth was obscene, terrifying, and utterly perfect.

SQUIRT! SPLAT! SQUISH!

The sheer force of the penetration, combined with the way her body was stretched open, triggered an immediate, violent reaction. "I’m cumming again!!"

"I can’t... I can’t stop it!!"

"MIKE, I’M SQUIRTING!! OH GOD, IT’S EVERYWHERE!!"

A fountain of arousal sprayed from her as her climax hit with the force of a tidal wave. She could feel the wetness cascading down her thighs, dripping onto Mike’s stomach and the floor below.

Her body convulsed in helpless, rhythmic spasms, her inner walls clamping around him like a drowning person clutching at driftwood.

"This is... this is the one!!" Aveline screamed, her head lolling back against his shoulder as she lost all sense of direction. "This position... fuck, Mike, it’s the best one yet!!"

"I can feel you touching things I didn’t even know existed!!"

"You’re fucking my fucking soul!!"

"You’re so deep... you’re so fucking deep I can feel you in my chest!!"

Her dirty talk became a delirious stream of filth as she surrendered to the humiliation and ecstasy of it. "Fuck me like a slut!!"

"Fuck me while you hold me up like I’m nothing!!"

"I love how you control me like this!!"

"I love that I can’t even see you; I can only feel you destroying me from behind!!"

"YES!! HIT IT RIGHT THERE!! HIT MY G SPOT AGAIN!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of his pelvis slamming against her ass cheeks was like gunshots in the quiet room. Mike was relentless, his muscles corded and straining as he maintained the impossible position, using his arms to pump her hips upward while he drove himself home.

"You like that?" Mike demanded, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated through her spine. "You like being spread open like this, helpless while I fuck you?"

"YES!! I LOVE IT!!"

"I’M YOUR FILTHY LITTLE SLUT!!"

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME UNTIL I SQUIRT AGAIN!!"

"FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN’T BREATHE!!" Aveline’s screams became incoherent as another wave of orgasms crashed over her.