My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 247: 247. Making Her Climax Again With My Finger And Let’s Get To Fu!**

Mike saw the light in her eyes beginning to flicker with the sheer intensity of her overload, but he wasn’t ready to let the fire die down; he wanted to turn it into an explosion. He decided to change the texture of the sensation entirely.

Instead of the frantic, jagged rhythm, he transitioned into a slow, heavy, and agonizingly deep pressure.

He hooked his fingers deep inside her, stretching her wide, while his large, calloused palm pressed with immense, crushing weight against her clitoris. He began to move in a slow, circular grinding motion, a heavy, rolling pressure that felt less like a caress and more like a tectonic shift.

It was a deep, visceral stimulation that seemed to vibrate through her very pelvis, hitting nerves she didn’t even know existed.

"NNNNGGGHHH... MMMM... HHHH!" Sabrina’s voice dropped from a scream to a low, vibrating moan of pure agony and ecstasy.

The slow pace was actually more torturous than the rapid one; it forced her to feel every single ridge of his skin, every ounce of the friction, building a tension so immense it felt like her muscles were being wound like a tight spring.

"You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?" Mike whispered, his voice a dark, velvet growl.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against hers, his eyes locked onto her dilated, blown-out pupils. "You’re right there... so don’t you fucking dare pull away and take it..."

"Take all of it!"

He suddenly increased the tempo, but not with speed, with depth. He began to pulse his fingers inside her in a rhythmic, hammering motion that coincided with the heavy grinding of his palm. It was a dual assault: the internal hammering and the external crushing.

The sensation became a singular, overwhelming force of nature. Sabrina felt as if her entire consciousness were being compressed into a single point of white-hot light located right between her thighs.

The tension became unbearable, a mounting pressure that made her vision blur and her ears ring.

"AAAAAAHHHH! MIKE! MIKE! OH GOD, MIKE!"

The dam finally broke.

SQUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A violent, seismic convulsion ripped through her entire body. It wasn’t just a climax; it was a total systemic collapse.

Her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers with the force of a vice, pulsing in rapid, uncontrollable spasms that seemed to go on forever. A high, piercing shriek tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated madness as her nervous system finally surrendered to the storm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The force of the orgasm was so powerful, so sudden, that it physically threw her forward. Her strength evaporated in an instant.

Her arms, which had been clutching his shoulders, suddenly lost their tension, and she slumped forward, her entire weight crashing against his chest. She didn’t just fall; she collapsed into him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the massive release.

She clung to him like a drowning person to a life raft, her arms wrapping tightly around his thick, muscular neck, her face burying itself into the crook of his shoulder. Her forehead pressed hard against his skin, her entire frame shuddering with the residual tremors of the explosion.

"Hhh... hhh... hhh... hhh..."

She was breathing with a desperate, frantic intensity. Her chest heaved against his, her hot, ragged breaths hitting the skin of his neck and ear in rapid, wet bursts.

The sound of her respiration was loud in the quiet bathroom, a series of sharp, gasping inhales and long, shuddering exhales that sounded almost like a sob.

Mike didn’t move. He sat there like a mountain, solid and unyielding, absorbing her weight and her heat.

He wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her even tighter against him, his hands splayed across her back as if to hold her very soul together. He could feel the frantic drumming of her heart against his own chest, a wild, rhythmic pounding that slowly began to sync with his.

"There she goes," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, satisfied pride.

He pressed a firm, possessive kiss to the top of her sweat-dampened head. "There’s my girl... completely broken, and of course... completely mine."

Sabrina couldn’t even respond. She could only cling to him, her fingers twitching against his back, her breath hot and heavy against his ear.

She was a wreck of a woman, utterly spent, her mind a blank, white void of pleasure. She had reached the peak, and in doing so, she had truly, finally, fallen completely under his command.

The heavy, rhythmic sound of Sabrina’s gasping breath was the only thing filling the space between them. She was still clinging to Mike, her body limp and trembling, her mind a hazy fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

But Mike wasn’t finished. The predator in him was stirring again, the hunger returning even more voraciously than before.

He shifted slightly, the movement causing her to let out a small, startled whimper. He didn’t let her go, though; instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even more flush against his hard, muscular abdomen.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that sent a new, different kind of shiver down her spine.

"You think you’re done, Sabrina?" he whispered, the words vibrating deep in her ear. "You think you can just collapse and rest after that?"

"No, baby... That was just the appetizer," Mike grinned. "Now... now I’m going to fuck you for real."

"I’m going to drive this massive thing so deep inside you that you’ll forget your own name."

His voice’s sheer, raw intent splashed over her dazed consciousness like a bucket of cold water. The fog in her mind began to clear, replaced by a sudden, sharp spike of realization.

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her gaze wide and filled with a growing, frantic worry.

"Mike..." she breathed, her voice still shaky and thin. "Wait... wait, you can’t... you can’t mean that."

"We... we didn’t... we don’t have..."

She trailed off, her eyes darting around the small, humid bathroom, searching for a square foil packet, a box, anything. The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow: they hadn’t used protection.

And as much as she loved the feeling of him, the thought of him entering her completely raw, without any barrier, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated panic through her.

"There’s no way, Mike," she whispered, her hands moving to his chest, not to pull him closer this time, but as a subtle, desperate barrier. "You’re... you’re too big."

"There isn’t a single condom in the world that could actually fit you properly..."

"You’ll just... you’ll just rip it or it’ll slip off. It’s too dangerous... it’s too much."

Mike didn’t look worried. In fact, a dark, knowing smirk played on his lips.

He looked down at her, his eyes burning with a terrifying kind of confidence.

"You worried about a piece of latex, Professor?" he chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "You think a tiny little thing like that is going to stop me from claiming what’s mine?"

Slowly, deliberately, he shifted his position in the bathtub, the water sloshing around them with a heavy, rhythmic sound. As he moved, the water cleared slightly, revealing the truth of the situation beneath the surface.

Sabrina’s breath hitched in her throat. There, submerged in the warm, slightly cloudy bathwater, was his cock.

It was a monstrous, intimidating sight. Even in its semi-relaxed state, it was gargantuan, a thick, dark shaft that looked almost unreal in the dim light.

But it wasn’t relaxed; it was twitching, pulsing with a life of its own, the heavy veins standing out like cords under the skin.

As he moved, she saw the massive, blunt head of his cock rise through the water, swaying slightly with the motion of the waves. It was huge, thick, and intimidatingly long, and as he adjusted his hips, she felt the heavy, hot tip of it begin to graze against her soaking wet, hypersensitive entrance.

"Hhh... hhh... oh god..."

The sensation of that thick, pulsing weight pressing against her most vulnerable spot made her entire body recoil in a mix of fear and intense, terrifying arousal. She could feel the sheer girth of him, the way his heat seemed to radiate through the water, and the way the tip of his shaft was already teasing the opening of her vagina, searching for the way in.

"Look at it, Sabrina," Mike commanded, his voice a dark, seductive growl.

He reached down, his hand disappearing into the water to grasp the base of his cock, lifting it slightly so she could see the sheer scale of it pressing against her. "Look at how much it wants you."

"Look at how it’s already waiting for you..."

"You can worry about ’safety’ all you want, but your body... your body knows the truth."

"It’s hungry for the real thing. It wants the heat, the friction, the raw, unshielded power of me."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his eyes devouring her reaction.

"No condoms, Sabrina," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "Just you, me, and the feeling of me filling you up until you can’t take any more."

"Are you going to be a good girl and let me in? Or are you going to keep fighting the inevitable?"