My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 270: 270. I Love The Development For This Actress... She’s Not Denying It Anymore!**

"Show them how much you love being a mess for me!"

Madison responded by leaning in even harder, her hands reaching up to grasp his thick thighs, her fingers digging into his tanned skin as she lost herself in the rhythmic, wet sounds of her own desperate addiction. "Slurp... mmm... ahhh... mmmph!"

Mike wasn’t satisfied with her just hovering there. He wanted to feel the friction, to feel the heat of her skin working against him. He gripped her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to guide her, and began to rhythmically thrust his hips.

Thump... thump... thump...

The heavy, muscular movement caused his massive cock to slide in and out of the cleavage of her breasts. Each time he thrust, the thick, velvet skin of his shaft rubbed against the sensitive, aching peaks of her breasts, creating a wet, slapping sound, schlick, schlick, schlick, that echoed the frantic pace of her breathing.

"Take it, Madison," Mike commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl of dominance. "Don’t just lick it!"

"Feel the weight of it! Feel how much you need this!"

Madison’s head bobbed in time with his thrusts, her mouth working feverishly to catch the head of him every time it emerged from her cleavage. "Mmmph! Ah... hnnn!"

The sensation was overwhelming. The combination of the friction on her breasts and the intense, salty taste of him on her tongue was driving her toward a sensory overload.

As she worked, her mind began to fracture, a chaotic internal monologue swirling in the dark corners of her consciousness.

’This is insane,’ she thought, her eyes rolling back as she felt the heavy pulse of him against her lips. ’This is completely, utterly wrong...’

’If anyone saw the footage... if Kyle saw me... if the board of directors saw me... they’d think I’d lost my goddamn mind.’

’I’m a respected woman... I’m supposed to be in control...’

’I’m supposed to be the one who dictates the terms...’

She felt a surge of the old Madison, the one who valued decorum and dignity, trying to scream in protest. But then, Mike thrust harder, his hips slamming against her chest with a powerful, primal force, and the thought was instantly drowned out by a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

’But god... it feels so fucking good,’ her mind whispered, a traitorous, hungry voice. ’It feels better than anything else in my life.’

’The shame... the shame is the best part... It’s like a drug...’

’Every time he reminds me how much of a slut I am, it makes me want him more.’

’It makes me feel... alive...’

’Not the ’perfect’ Madison, but the real Madison all along...’

’The one who is hungry. The one who is a mess.’

She realized, with a terrifying clarity, that she didn’t want to be "perfect" anymore. She wanted to be his.

She wanted the blackmail, the photos, the footage; she wanted all the ways he could ruin her, because the ruin felt more honest than the glory.

’Who cares about the scandal?’ she thought, a desperate, manic laugh echoing in the back of her mind. ’Let them watch... Let them see me kneeling...’

’Let them see how much of a slave I am to this man...’

’Because in this moment, with his cock sliding between my breasts and his eyes burning into mine, there is no ’right’ or ’wrong.’ There is only this... There is only him...’

"Ahhh! Mmm... Mike... please... ah!" Her moans became more vocal, less muffled, as she lost the battle to keep her composure.

She was no longer trying to be a lady; she was a woman possessed by a singular, driving need.

Mike saw the change in her eyes the moment the last of her resistance crumbled and the addiction took over. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his eyes gleaming with the triumph of a man who had truly broken a queen.

"There she is," he whispered, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. "There’s the real Madison."

"The one who doesn’t give a single fuck about being ’proper’ as long as she’s being used."

He increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming faster, more aggressive, the schlick-schlick sound of his cock sliding between her breasts growing louder and more frantic.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmmph!" Madison’s cries merged with the rhythmic sounds of his movement, a symphony of lust and surrender that filled the room, captured perfectly by the unblinking eye of the camera.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from predatory teasing to pure, unadulterated carnality. Mike was done playing with his food; he wanted to consume her.

His eyes darkened, turning into obsidian voids of pure lust as he reached down, his large, calloused hands finding her breasts.

Instead of caressing them, he gripped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled.

"AHHH! Mmmph!" Madison let out a muffled, strangled cry as the sharp sting of the tug sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

The force of his grip pulled the soft, heavy flesh of her breasts upward, tightening the skin and creating a perfect, taut channel for his cock to slide through.

With her breasts pulled tight, Mike began to thrust with a violent, rhythmic ferocity.

Thump schlick! Thump schlick!

He wasn’t just sliding between them anymore; he was driving himself into her mouth with the force of a piston. Because of his immense length, the head of his cock began to bypass her lips, sliding deep into the back of her throat.

"Gllrk... mmmph... hnnn gh!" Madison’s eyes widened, watering instantly as her gag reflex kicked in.

Her throat stretched to accommodate the massive, pulsing girth of him. She was drowning in him, her lungs burning, but the sensation of being filled so completely was a high she couldn’t live without.

"That’s it, you greedy little slut!" Mike growled, his voice a jagged rasp of dominance.

He leaned down, his face hovering inches from hers, his breath hot and smelling of pure masculinity. "Look at you, gagging on me like the animal you are!"

"You don’t want dignity, do you!?"

"You want to be filled up until you can’t even breathe!?"

He increased the speed, his hips slamming against her chest with a brutal, heavy sound—slap, slap, slap—as he drove himself deeper and deeper.

"You’re nothing but a high-class hole, Madison!" he taunted, his words a verbal lashing that only fueled her arousal. "A beautiful, expensive, pathetic little hole that lives for this!"

"Tell the camera! Tell them how much you love being choked by a man like me!"

Mmm ghhh! Ahhh!" She couldn’t even answer; she could only moan through the intrusion, her hands clutching his muscular arms, her nails digging into his tanned skin as she surrendered to the onslaught.

Suddenly, Mike’s entire body stiffened. His muscles coiled like a spring, his abdominal wall rippling with intense tension.

His thrusts became shallow, frantic, and incredibly powerful.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Here it comes..." he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling back. "Take it all, you fucking addict! Take every drop!"

He delivered one final, devastatingly deep thrust, burying the entire length of his shaft into her throat. "GLRK!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

The first explosion was violent. A thick, hot jet of semen burst from him, hitting the back of her throat with enough force to make her eyes bulge.

Splurt!

The sheer pressure of the orgasm caused her head to yank back instinctively, her neck arching violently. Because he was driving so deep, the initial burst went down her throat, but the sheer volume of his release was too much for her to contain.

The rest of the semen erupted in a heavy, rhythmic succession.

Splat! Splurt!

It sprayed upward, coating her tongue and her lips and then erupting across her cheeks and forehead.

"Haaah... ah... mmmph!" Madison gasped, her mouth finally sliding off him as he began to soften, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

She sat there, trembling, her face glistening with a mixture of saliva and the thick, white evidence of his climax.

Mike slumped forward, his heavy chest resting against her damp skin, a look of primal, exhausted triumph on his face. He looked up at the camera, then back at her, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Look at that," he whispered, gesturing to her face. "The perfect image of a lady... covered in the truth of what she really is."

"Don’t you feel the feeling of ironic...?" Mike laughed. "Back then... A week before."

"You were acting all tough and untouchable... Yet... Here you are."

"Becoming my fucking bitch!"

Madison could only stare blankly at the lens, her eyes glazed and unfocused, a single tear of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy rolling down her cheek, carving a path through the semen on her skin. She was ruined, she was messy, and she had never felt more alive.

"Don’t get exhausted now because I’m emptying my balls today... just for you!"