Chapter 155. Squirted With Full Force! Gotta Love That When A Woman Does It!**

He decided to escalate the torment. He didn’t just use one or two fingers; he curled his hand, forcing all five of his thick, muscular fingers into her tight, wet heat all at once.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"HNN—!"

"You’re making more and more squishing noises~!"

"I’m NOT...!"

’Someone other than Marc... Mike is seeing my secret place...’

"Oh, God!" Maya screamed, her back arching so violently that her head nearly hit the floor.

"AHHN! HAAHH! S-STOP! STOP!" The feeling of him stretching her, filling her completely, was overwhelming.

"Playing with your nipples turned you on, huh?"

Mike began to pump his hand with brutal, efficient speed, his fingers churning inside her. The sound of it was unmistakable: a wet, squelching noise as he worked her over.

"Yes! Right now the vlogger is getting off with the fingers of a man who’s not her boyfriend!" He was making a massive mess of her, turning her insides into a slick, chaotic playground of sensation.

’He’s... touching me so lewdly! This is so wrong...!’

"Look at you," Mike chuckled, his voice vibrating against her thighs. "You’re a fucking mess, Maya."

"You’re dripping all over my hand, even soaking the floor!"

"You’re so turned on you can barely breathe, aren’t you?" Mike grinned. "You’re fucking begging for it, even while you pretend to hate it."

Maya couldn’t even find the words to argue. Her head was lolling to the side; her eyes rolled back in her head.

She was a slave to the sensation, her body twitching and pulsing around his hand as the lubrication from her intense arousal coated his fingers, making every thrust even louder and more explicit. She was no longer just warming up; she was being conquered.

Mike was a man possessed, his hand moving with a violent, rhythmic ferocity that left no room for thought. He wasn’t just fingering her; he was ravaging her.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

The wet, slapping sound of his hand against her soaking thighs echoed through the silent cabin, a primal soundtrack to her undoing.

’I have to resist now...!’

"So? Did Marc do this with you as well?" Mike asked.

"Shut it...! KUGGHH!"

Inside her mind, a small, flickering part of Maya was still fighting. ’Run,’ the voice whispered through the haze of pleasure.

’Just crawl away... Don’t look back...’

’Forget the warmth, forget the heat... Just get out of this cabin before he takes everything.’

’I don’t care if there’s a rainstorm outside...!’

Driven by a sudden, desperate surge of instinct, Maya tried to move. She planted her elbows on the floor and began to crawl, her massive tits swaying and bouncing painfully with every frantic movement.

’I have to break away from Mike right now and escape!’ She didn’t care about her nakedness or the mess she was making; she just needed to escape the predator. ’RIGHT THIS INSTANT!’

But Mike was far too fast. Before she could even move a few inches, his large, tanned hand shot out and clamped around her waist, hauling her backward as if she weighed nothing.

"Where do you think you’re going, Maya?" Mike growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble.

He flipped her back onto her stomach, pinning her down with his heavy weight. He immediately plunged his fingers back into her, his hand working even more aggressively than before.

With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed both of her massive tits, squeezing them so hard they nearly deformed under his grip. "I’m much better than him, right?"

"NGH! NO! STOP IT!"

’I HAVE TO ESCAPE RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT!’

"You’re so much better than him, aren’t you?" he taunted, his face hovering inches from her ear as he drove his fingers deep into her core. "Marc is a boy playing with a goddess."

"He doesn’t know how to stretch you, how to fill you, how to make you lose your fucking mind like this!"

"Stop... stop comparing us!" Maya screamed, her voice cracking.

She was fighting him with everything she had, her fingers digging into the wooden floorboards, her body shaking with a mixture of intense pleasure and desperate resistance. "He’s... he’s a good man! He loves me!"

"Then why is he not here?" Mike barked, his pace increasing to a blurring speed. "Why are my fingers inside you?"

"And why is it my mouth on your skin?"

He began to focus his attention on a specific spot deep inside her, his fingers hooking and curling with a brutal, expert precision. He was hitting her G spot with the force of a hammer, driving her toward a breaking point she couldn’t escape.

"Oh... oh god! Mike! It’s too much! It’s too—!"

A violent, convulsive shudder ripped through Maya’s entire frame, cutting short her scream. Her eyes rolled back, her jaw dropped, and her body stiffened like a bowstring.

Suddenly, a powerful, rhythmic pulsing erupted from her core. "AHHH! HAHHH! CUMMMINNGGG!!!"

SQUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A veritable waterfall of translucent, hot love juices sprayed from her, drenching Mike’s hand and splashing onto the wooden floor in a massive, steaming puddle. She was squirting with such intensity that it seemed she might never stop, her body releasing a deluge of arousal that marked her total surrender to the sensation.

"Holy fucking shit! Look at that!" Mike roared with triumph, watching the liquid cascade from her. "Look at the mess you’re making!"

"Maya is cumming at full force and you’re fucking drowning in it, Maya!"

"You’re screaming for him, but you’re squirting for me!"

"NO...! IT WON’T STOPPPP!"

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!

Maya lay there, gasping for air, her body twitching in the aftermath of the massive orgasm. She was screaming, her voice a ragged mess of protest and ecstasy, her spirit still trying to resist even as her body lay completely conquered in a puddle of her own desire.

"Hahahahaha! You’re squirting all over the place!"

"S-STOP! STOPPP! AHHHHNNN!"

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!

The violent convulsions finally began to subside, leaving Maya limp and trembling on the floor. The torrential spray of her release slowed to a rhythmic dripping, adding to the large, steaming puddle of love juices that now surrounded her hips and Mike’s hand.

"Ahh... hahhh.... aahhh..." She lay there, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat and her own fluids, looking utterly spent.

Mike let out a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed off the cabin walls, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. He looked down at the mess on the floor and then back at her flushed, exhausted face, a look of immense satisfaction crossing his features.

"Goddamn, Maya!" he chuckled, his voice thick with pride. "I knew you were a firecracker, but that?"

"That was fucking incredible!"

"You squirted like a goddamn waterfall!" He sounded genuinely impressed, his ego swelling at the fact that he had been able to draw such a primal, massive reaction out of a woman as sophisticated as she.

He shifted his position, moving to lie beside her, but he didn’t let her go. He reached out, his large, tanned hand sliding up her side to caress one of her massive, heavy tits.

"Hehehe... I’m really happy... Maya." His touch was surprisingly soft now, his thumb circling her sensitive nipple, though the predatory intent was still very much alive in his eyes.

"I never expected you to feel so good that you squirted for me." He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the salt and sweat from her cheek, his breath hot against her skin.

"I didn’t expect that," he whispered, his voice dropping to a sultry, dangerous register. "A girl like you... so composed, so smart... and yet, you’re just a leaking, screaming mess for me."

"It’s beautiful."

’No way... he dropped honorifics?’

Maya could only let out a weak, broken moan. Her body was a chaotic battlefield of sensations: the lingering ache of the orgasm, the cooling air on her wet skin, and the terrifying heat of Mike’s touch. She felt like she was drowning in him.

"Ah... aahhhh..."

"But don’t think we’re done," Mike murmured, his hand sliding down from her breast to her waist, pulling her even tighter against his muscular frame.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a fresh wave of dread through her. "We’ve only just started the fire, Maya. And we can get even warmer than this."

A cacophony of screaming thoughts shattered the silence of Maya’s exhaustion. ’RUN!’ her mind shrieked, a frantic, repetitive command that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

’Run now! Don’t wait for the next wave!’

’Don’t let him touch you again! Get up, crawl, and run!’

’Just get out of this cabin before he destroys you completely!’

But as much as her mind screamed to flee, her body felt heavy, anchored to the floor by the weight of his gaze and the undeniable, terrifying heat he was generating between them. She was a prisoner of her own pleasure, trapped in a storm that was only just beginning to rage.

Mike was done with the teasing; the hunger in his gut had turned into a ravenous, driving need. With a forceful but controlled movement, he rolled Maya onto her back, pinning her once again against the hard wooden floor.

’Oh no... what’s next...?’ She felt like a doll in his hands, her limbs heavy and her spirit struggling to keep up with the sheer physical dominance he exerted. ’Oh god...’

"Let me show you my specialty, Maya."

"Hope you are ready to feel even warmer and good~!"