My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 248: 248. I’m Finally Inside The Professor! Goddamn~! Tight For A Milf!**

Sabrina could only stare at him, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She looked from his dark, dominant eyes down to the massive, twitching beast of a cock that was currently bruising her entrance, and she realized with a sinking, exhilarating dread that her worries were meaningless.

The storm was coming, and it was going to be raw, it was going to be massive, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.

The atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted from the frantic, chaotic energy of her orgasm to a heavy, suffocating tension that felt thick enough to drown in. The water in the tub swirled around them, warm and clouded, but the heat radiating from Mike’s body was far more intense.

He was no longer just teasing her; he was preparing for the invasion.

Mike gripped her hips with hands that felt like iron clamps, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her waist to anchor her. He began to shift his pelvis, a slow, deliberate movement that forced the massive, blunt head of his cock to press firmly against her swollen, aching entrance.

The sheer girth of him was staggering; as he pushed, she could feel her skin stretching, the opening of her vagina forced to accommodate a diameter it was never meant to hold.

"AH! MMMM... MIKE!" Sabrina let out a sharp, startled gasp, her hands flying up to grab his broad, muscular shoulders.

Her fingers dug into his tan skin, her nails scratching lightly against him as she felt the incredible, heavy pressure of him.

"Wait... wait, Mike," she stammered, her eyes wide and searching his face for a hint of hesitation. "Please... please, just... go gentle..."

"Just a little bit. It’s... it’s so much bigger than... than before."

She wasn’t lying. She had been with men before; she had experienced pleasure, but she had never felt a physical presence this overwhelming.

The sensation of him wasn’t just a feeling; it was a presence that seemed to occupy her entire lower abdomen, a heavy, stretching ache that made her feel like she was being split apart from the inside.

"Gentle?" Mike repeated the word as if it were a foreign concept, a joke he didn’t quite understand.

He let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest and into hers. "You think after everything we’ve just done, you get to ask for ’gentle’?"

He didn’t slow down. In fact, the request seemed to ignite a fresh wave of dominance in him.

He was a man who took what he wanted, who conquered what he touched, and the idea of being "gentle" felt like a concession he wasn’t willing to make. To him, being gentle was for men who were afraid of their own strength, men who didn’t want to truly possess the woman beneath them.

"You don’t need gentle, Sabrina," he growled, his voice dropping into a primal, commanding register. "You need to be filled."

"You need to feel every single inch of me stretching you out until you can’t think of anything else but how much of me is inside you."

With a sudden, powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed forward. He didn’t wait for her to adjust; he didn’t give her time to breathe.

He drove the massive, pulsing shaft into her with a singular, unyielding purpose.

PLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

"AAAAAAHHHHH! MMMM! GHHH!"

Sabrina’s head snapped back, a loud, uninhibited scream tearing from her throat. The sensation was violent and absolute.

It felt as though he were a hot iron being driven into her, a massive, stretching force that pushed past her limits and deep into her core. The pressure was immense, a heavy, blunt sensation that seemed to reach all the way to her stomach, forcing her to gasp for air as her lungs momentarily forgot their function.

She felt her muscles straining, her body desperately trying to accommodate the sheer volume of him. The friction of his thick, veiny shaft against her sensitive walls was a sensation so intense it was almost painful, a beautiful, exquisite agony that made her entire vision pulse with white light.

"There!" Mike roared, his own breath coming in ragged, triumphant heaves.

He didn’t stop at the initial entry. He began to grind his hips, a slow, heavy, and punishing motion that forced him even deeper, his massive cock working against her with a relentless, heavy rhythm.

"Feel that? That’s the real thing! No latex, no bullshit. Just me, deep inside you where you belong!"

He leaned down, his face hovering inches from hers, his eyes burning with a terrifying, predatory joy. He watched her face, observing the way her eyes rolled back, the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream of sensory overload.

"Don’t you dare ask for gentle again," he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive threat as he delivered another heavy, soul-shaking thrust. "Because every time you ask, I’m going to give you more of this."

"I’m going to drive you so deep into the ground that you’ll never want to be ’gentle’ ever again."

Sabrina could only moan in response, a long, low, vibrating sound that was part protest and part worship. She was being conquered, being stretched, and being utterly possessed by a man who knew no limits, and as he continued his heavy, dominant assault, she realized that her plea for gentleness had been the most beautiful mistake she had ever made.

The bathroom was thick with the scent of steam, musk, and the raw, primal energy of their union. Sabrina was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind struggling to process the sheer physical reality of Mike.

Every time he drove into her, the sensation was fundamentally different from anything she had ever known.

With her previous partners, sex had been a dance of friction and rhythm, a predictable ebb and flow. But Mike was a force of nature.

His cock wasn’t just a part of him; it felt like a heavy, pulsing entity that had claimed her entire pelvic floor. She could feel the incredible girth of him stretching her walls to their absolute limit, but more than that, she could feel the depth.

Every thrust felt as though he were reaching past her womb, pressing against the very bottom of her being, hitting spots that had always remained untouched, silent, and unawakened.

"AAAAHHH! MMMM! GHHH... HHH!" Her moans were no longer just vocalizations of pleasure; they were sounds of profound, overwhelming realization.

She felt "full" in a way that was almost terrifying, a heavy, stretching fullness that made her feel like she was being reshaped from the inside out.

Mike, sensing her internal struggle to reconcile this new, massive reality, leaned down. He saw the way her eyes were wide, the way her breath was hitching in a way that signaled she was nearing a breaking point of sensory overload.

A dark, playful glint entered his eyes.

"You’re overwhelmed, aren’t you, Professor?" he teased, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against her cheek.

He slowed his heavy, punishing rhythm, pulling back until he was almost entirely out, leaving her feeling achingly, desperately empty for a split second. "You look like you’re about to lose it."

"Maybe you need a little breather... Maybe I should give you a break..."

Sabrina let out a desperate, whimpering sound, her hips instinctively jerking upward to chase the receding heat of him. "Yes... please... Mike... just... a moment..."

But Mike was a liar. He loved the way her hope flickered only to be crushed by his dominance.

Instead of pulling away to give her actual respite, he delivered a series of tiny, shallow, but incredibly rapid thrusts. He didn’t go deep, but he stayed right at the entrance, where her nerves were most concentrated and most sensitive.

He used the head of his massive cock to tease and grind against her clitoris and the opening of her vagina with a frantic, fluttering precision.

"NNNNGGGH! AHH! AHH! AHH! MMMM!"

The sensation was maddening. It wasn’t the deep, soul-shaking pressure of his full thrusts, but it was a high-frequency, electric torture.

It was a relentless, buzzing stimulation that kept her on the razor’s edge of a climax without letting her fall over it. It was a tease that felt more intense than the actual act because it denied her the relief of a full, deep connection.

"Mike! Stop! Don’t... don’t do that!" she cried out, her voice cracking.

The sensation was too much; it was a thousand tiny needles of pleasure stitching her to the moment. She felt like she was vibrating, her entire nervous system screaming for him to either stop or to go all the way in and finish her.

To keep from screaming herself hoarse or losing her mind entirely, Sabrina reached up and grabbed his massive, muscular shoulder. As he continued the rapid, shallow teasing, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into the hard, tanned muscle of his shoulder.

She bit down hard, her teeth digging into him, using the sharp sting of the pain to anchor herself and to provide a counter sensation to the overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure.

"MMMM GAAAHH!"

Mike let out a low, guttural grunt of approval, his muscles rippling under her teeth. He loved the ferocity of it.

He loved that she had to resort to biting him just to stay sane. It only fueled his desire to push her further.

"That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he felt her teeth sink into him. "Fight it! Bite me!"

"Use the pain to hold on, because the pleasure is only going to get more intense."

"You can’t hide from it, and you can’t run from it..."

"You’re stuck right here, right in the middle of my storm."