My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 271: 271. One Shot On The Face Isn’t Enough! Need More For The Mouth!**

The room was heavy with the scent of sex and the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing. Mike didn’t pull away entirely; he stayed perched over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to anchor her to the bed.

He sat back on his haunches, his muscular thighs still framing her hips, and purposefully lifted his hips just enough to let his cock hang free.

It was still formidably thick, heavy, and glistening with a mixture of his creamy semen and her saliva. The amber light of the lamp caught the wet sheen of the shaft, making it look like polished mahogany.

It hung there, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic life of its own, a silent testament to the power he held over her.

Madison stared up at it, her vision still a bit blurry from the intensity of the climax. Her lips were swollen, her throat still aching from the deep, forceful thrusts, but the sight of him unapologetic and massive triggered a fresh wave of hunger.

She reached up, her fingers trembling as she wiped a smear of semen from her cheek, her eyes never leaving the head of his cock.

"You think you’re done?" Mike teased, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to settle deep in her belly.

He saw the way her eyes tracked the movement of his pulse. "You think you can just sit there and recover after what you just did to me?"

He reached down, his large hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, guiding the heavy, wet head toward her mouth once more. He didn’t go slow this time.

He wanted to reclaim her.

"Ah... mmm..." Madison let out a soft, needy whimper as the tip brushed against her bottom lip.

She didn’t even wait for him to push; she opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to taste the lingering salt of his release.

Mike groaned, a deep, guttural sound of approval. "That’s it... get back to work."

He began to fuck her mouth again, but the rhythm was different. It wasn’t the frantic, aggressive pace of his climax; it was a slow, punishingly deep grind.

He pushed into her, his hips moving in a heavy, circular motion that forced the head of his cock to rub against the roof of her mouth and the sensitive walls of her throat.

Schlick... gluck... mmmph...

The sounds were thick and wet, the heavy friction of his skin against hers creating a rhythmic, suctioning noise. Madison’s hands moved from his thighs to his waist, her fingers digging into the hard, tanned muscle of his sides to steady herself as he drove himself home.

"Nnnngh... glrrk... hnnn!" Her moans were muffled, vibrating through her entire skull.

Every time he bottomed out in her throat, her eyes would roll back, her body arching in a silent, desperate plea for more. She was chasing the sensation, trying to swallow the very essence of him.

Mike watched her, his expression one of intense, focused dominance. He loved the way her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to take as much of him as possible.

He loved the way her eyes looked wide, glazed, and completely subservient.

"Show them how much you crave it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dark, commanding whisper as he increased the depth of his thrusts. "Show them that no matter how much you have, you’ll always be hungry for this. For me."

He began to pick up the pace, the schlick, schlick, schlick of his cock sliding against her wet lips becoming faster and more insistent. He was reclaiming his territory, marking her mouth as his own once again.

Madison leaned into the sensation, her head bobbing rhythmically, her entire world narrowing down to the heat, the weight, and the overwhelming, delicious taste of the man who had conquered her.

The air in the room felt thick, almost viscous, saturated with the scent of musk, sweat, and the heavy, sweet aroma of their shared climax. Mike wasn’t just satisfied; he was revitalized by the sight of her broken, beautiful state.

Seeing her face smeared with his seed, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and insatiable lust, acted like fuel to a fire. He didn’t want to let the momentum die.

He wanted to push her past the point of pleasure and into the realm of pure, overwhelming sensation.

He gripped the back of her head, his large fingers tangling deep into her hair, and used her skull as a handle to control her every movement.

"You’re not finished, Madison," he growled, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "You’re going to take every inch of me until you can’t remember your own fucking name."

With a sudden, violent surge of strength, he began to fuck her mouth with a ferocity that was almost punishing. He wasn’t just sliding in; he was slamming into her.

THUD SCHLICK! THUD SCHLICK!

The sound of his pelvis slapping against her chin and the wet, suctioning noise of his cock entering her throat became a deafening, primal percussion.

"GLLRRK! MMMM HNNG!" Madison’s entire body jolted with every impact.

The sheer force of his thrusts sent tremors through her spine. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of pure sensory overload leaking from the corners, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she leaned into the violence of it, her mouth stretching to its absolute limit to accommodate the massive, pulsing girth.

Mike began to vary the tempo, a cruel and masterful technique. He would drive himself in with a brutal, rapid-fire succession of thrusts, slap, slap, slap, slap! that left her gasping and choking, her throat working frantically to swallow the sheer volume of him.

Then, just as she thought she might pass out from the intensity, he would slow down, pulling almost all the way out until only the flared, sensitive head remained in her mouth before plunging back in with a slow, agonizingly deep grind that hit the very base of her throat.

"Ahhh... hnnn... gluck... mmmph!" The sounds she made were no longer human; they were the sounds of a woman being completely unmade.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against her face, forcing her to feel the heat of his skin and the frantic thudding of his heart.

"Look at you," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear as he continued the relentless assault. "A queen reduced to a gagging mess."

"You love this, don’t you?!"

"You love how much bigger I am than your capacity to hold me!"

"You love feeling like you’re being stretched to the breaking point."

He began to use his thumb to press hard against the underside of her chin, forcing her jaw even wider, making the task even more difficult and intense. The sensation was a delicious torture.

The friction was incredible, the velvet skin of his shaft rubbing against her palate, her tongue, and the sensitive walls of her pharynx.

"Mmmgh! Hnnn! Ah!" Her hands, which had been gripping his thighs, moved up to his chest, her fingers clawing at his pectoral muscles as if she were trying to climb him or perhaps just trying to find something to hold onto in the storm of pleasure.

The scene became a blur of motion and sound. The rhythmic schlick thud of his hips, the wet, desperate gasps from her throat, and the low, triumphant grunts from Mike.

He was driving her into a corner of her own mind where there was no past, no future, and no dignity, only the overwhelming, physical reality of his cock filling her soul.

He increased the speed one last time, his thrusts becoming a blur of tanned skin and wet friction. He was fucking her mouth with a desperate, primal hunger, as if he were trying to merge his very essence into her.

SLAP SCHLICK SLAP SCHLICK!

Madison’s head was tossed back and forth by the force of his movements, her hair a wild halo around her face, her entire being vibrating with the sheer, unadulterated power of his dominance. She was no longer just a woman being pleasured; she was a vessel being filled to the brim by a god.

’I’m going to die... agghhhhhh... he’s so rough and using me like a fucking toy...!’