Chapter 550: 550. She’s Sucking For The First Time, And She’s Already Good At It!**
Mireya stared at herself, at the undeniable evidence of her own arousal. The sight of her own body reacting so violently to his touch, so intensely to his cruelty, was the final blow to her composure.
’It can’t get any harder already...! Urghhhh...!’
"Your body is fucking trembling like crazy even though your boyfriend is literally next to you, hahahahahaha!!!"
She felt a sob of pure, overwhelmed lust rise in her throat, and she had to bite her own lip to keep from screaming as the trembling in her breasts intensified, making her feel like she was on the verge of a total, ecstatic breakdown.
Rex shifted his heavy, muscular frame, sitting up on the edge of the bed with a predatory grace. He grabbed Mireya by her waist and hauled her upward, forcing her to straddle his lap.
The position was devastating; she was perched directly atop his powerful thighs, her legs draped around his waist, putting her breasts at the perfect height for his assault. "There~!"
"You don’t need to hold back, y’know~!" Rex growled, his hands immediately returning to her bare, trembling chest. "You can just go ahead and cum because now..."
"...there’s nothing between us and the pleasure you’re so desperately trying to hide."
"Who... who would do that?!!"
He began to knead her breasts with a renewed, rhythmic ferocity, his thumbs circling her engorged nipples with a precision that made her vision blur. He leaned in close, his eyes searching hers with a cruel, knowing glint.
"Go on, Mireya," he teased, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Just let it happen already or you’ll hurt yourself inside."
"Give the fuck to your desire because it really is that fucking addicting!" Rex smirked. "You can cum right here, right now, on my lap."
"Like... Why the hell would you fight it?"
"No..." she gasped, her head tossing back as a fresh wave of sensation crashed over her. "I won’t... not like this..."
But her body was already betraying her. Beneath the friction of his hands and the heat of his gaze, a sudden, sharp pulse of pleasure rippled through her core.
She felt a warm, slick sensation bloom in her panties, a small, involuntary release of her own arousal. She had already started to cum, a tiny, shameful leak of her surrender.
’Why?’ she screamed internally, her mind a chaotic storm of conflict. ’Why does it have to be him?’
’Why is a bastard like Rex the one making me feel this alive?’
’Why can’t I control my own fucking body?!’ The shame was a bitter pill, but the pleasure was a sweet, addictive poison that she couldn’t stop swallowing.
Driven by a mix of desperation and a need to silence his mocking voice, Mireya lunged forward. She crashed her lips against his, effectively shutting him up with a kiss that was less a plea and more a command.
She poured all her confusion, her lust, and her silent rage into the contact, her tongue seeking his with a renewed, frantic hunger. ’I need to shut him off and take the control at once...!’
Rex let out a muffled grunt of satisfaction, his eyes darkening as he leaned back, pulling her down with him until they both tumbled onto the mattress. "Hey, hey, what is it?"
"You want to continue making out with kisses? It’s no use to take control like this, hahaha!"
As they landed, Mireya felt the world shift. The position changed, and suddenly, she was pressed flush against him.
Through the thin, delicate fabric of her panties, she felt it: the massive, rock-hard bulge of his cock pressing firmly against her crotch.
’I can’t help but want... with that hard thing that’s hitting me down there...’
"Mmmpphhh... haahhhnnn... hhnnnnn..."
Her breath hitched. She could feel the sheer scale of him, the heat radiating from his length.
As she shifted, her legs instinctively began to peel her skirt upward, the fabric sliding up her thighs to expose more of her skin to the cool air and his scorching touch. ’Rex’s penis... it’s so much bigger... it’s different than the last time it raped me.’
She looked down, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and terror. Even after the sheer, violent exertion of fucking Amelia right next to her husband, Rex seemed to have grown even more formidable.
His cock felt larger, thicker, and more insistent than it had even an hour ago. It was as if the act of conquest had fueled him, making him even more of a monster.
’He’s even bigger...’ she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
’How is that even possible?’ The sheer physical presence of him, the raw, unyielding power of his manhood pressing into her, told her everything her mind was trying to deny: she was completely, utterly at his mercy.
"Ooh? What is it? Do you really want my cock that bad~?" Rex laughed.
"THAT’S... NOT... I DON’T...!"
Rex pulled away from her, the sudden absence of his heat leaving Mireya feeling cold and unanchored. He rose from the mattress with a slow, deliberate power, standing tall over her.
Mireya remained on her knees, looking small and vulnerable in the dim light, stripped down to nothing but her lace panties. Her skin was flushed, her breasts still heaving from the intensity of their encounter.
"Since you’re honest for wanting this, then..."
She watched, mesmerized and trembling, as Rex reached for his waist. He unbuckled his belt with a metallic clink that sounded like a death knell for her remaining modesty.
He slid his trousers down his muscular legs, and then, with a sudden, violent movement, his massive cock sprung free. "It’s already recovered enough from fucking Apollo’s mother, and now it’s ready to fuck his girlfriend now."
Mireya’s breath hitched, a sharp, audible gasp escaping her lips. She had seen it before, but this was different.
It looked more formidable, more menacing, as if the sheer dominance of the night had caused it to swell even further. The veins were thick and pulsing, the skin stretched tight and dark, radiating a heat that she could almost feel on her face. It was a weapon of pure pleasure and destruction.
"How about you suck on it? This time... it’s Mireya’s turn to try proving her worth as an icy bitch~!"
"Hnggghhh..." Mireya gritted her teeth.
Before she could even process the sight, Rex’s large, tanned hand descended. He didn’t caress her; he gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling deep into her hair, and forced her face forward toward his groin.
"Don’t just stare at it like a starving dog, Mireya," Rex commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. "I want to feel that mouth... Suck it... Now..."
’Ahh... ahh, such a strong manly thing in front of me...’
The command left no room for hesitation. The sheer force of his will overwhelmed her.
She leaned in, her eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of lust and submission. Her hands reached out instinctively, her fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing shaft.
’My body is no longer listening to my heart...’
She began to stroke him, her touch light at first, then more firm as she felt the incredible heat and the rhythmic throb of his blood beneath the skin.
’My body’s lust... has taken over...’
She knew she had to please him. She knew that her only path to survival and to the pleasure she so desperately craved was to serve him.
’...all of my reasoning!!!’
Mireya opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, her jaw aching with the effort. She began by licking him, her tongue sweeping from the base all the way up to the flared, weeping head.
"Hnn... mmnnn... fuuuhhh... slurrrpppgghhhhhh..."
"Ooh~! You’re so bold today~!" Rex laughed.
She licked him clean, tasting the salt of his skin and the heady, musky scent of his arousal, her tongue swirling around the sensitive rim of the glans with a desperate, frantic hunger.
"Hnnn... haahhhh... mrrgghhhh... mraahhhhnnnn..."
Rex let out a long, guttural groan of approval, his hips twitching slightly. "Approved!"
"That’s it... good girl," he hissed, his hand tightening in her hair to guide her.
Slowly, with agonizing deliberation, he began to press the tip of his massive cock against her lips. He didn’t plunge in all at once; he teased her, letting the blunt, hot head stretch her mouth, forcing her to take him in inch by excruciating, delicious inch.
Mireya groaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the sheer girth of the shaft beginning to slide past her teeth, filling her mouth until she felt like she might choke, yet simultaneously feeling more alive and more complete than she ever had in her entire life.
Mireya was lost in the rhythm of her own submission. She worked with a frantic, desperate devotion, her tongue dancing all over the length of his massive, pulsing shaft.
"Hoohh~! You’re sucking so assertively~!" Rex laughed even louder.
She licked him from the base to the weeping tip, ensuring every inch of his dark, veiny skin was slick and glistening with her warm, thick saliva. As she worked, her hands wandered lower, her fingers curling around the heavy, low-hanging weight of his massive balls.
’I can’t make any excuses anymore...’
"Kuu... bleerghhhh..." She caressed them with a rhythmic, soothing motion, feeling the heat and the sheer masculinity of him; her touch was a silent prayer to the god of her own undoing.
’This time... I can escape... unlike that night...’
