Chapter 158. Clearly... Her Body Enjoyed It, But I Need To Make Her Mind Blank!**

Mike’s kiss was nothing short of a takeover. He didn’t just kiss her; he colonized her mouth with a primal, overwhelming dominance.

’Mike... is not my lover! I can’t kiss him...!’

His tongue was thick and muscular, sweeping through her mouth like a tidal wave, claiming every corner and every sensitive fold of her lips. Maya felt her own lips becoming swollen and bruised, her senses utterly ruined by the sheer intensity of his licking and sucking.

It was a sensation so foreign and so powerful that her brain couldn’t even categorize it; it was a delicious, terrifying destruction of her ability to think. ’What is this kiss...? It’s so disgusting... ugh...’

As the kiss deepened, Maya’s hands, acting on a primal instinct she could no longer control, flew to her own massive tits. She began to squeeze them hard, her fingers digging into the heavy, aching mounds, her nails nearly grazing her skin.

The sensation of her own hands on her breasts, combined with the friction of Mike’s tongue and the brutal, rhythmic pounding of his cock deep inside her, created a sensory overload that pushed her to the very edge of madness.

’This is wrong... this is so wrong,’ her mind screamed, a frantic, dying ember in the storm of pleasure. ’I’ve only known him for a week! He’s not Marc! He’s not a lover... he’s a stranger... a man who just took what he wanted...’

"I can’t believe... her lips are so soft!" Mike thought.

She tried to find the logic to pull herself back by doing it; she had to remind herself that she shouldn’t be letting a man she barely knew ruin her body and soul like this. She tried to tell herself that this wasn’t love; it was just a collision of flesh.

’If I do this with him...’

But her body was a traitor.

’My body will end up misunderstanding!"

As much as her mind tried to protest, her mouth and tongue began to move on their own. They stopped fighting him and started matching his pace, her tongue swirling around his in a desperate, rhythmic dance that mimicked the frantic thrusting of his hips.

"Mnnn! Mnnn! Hmmpphh!" Her mouth was no longer a place of resistance; it was a place of participation. "Hyahh! Haaa!"

And her pussy, the wet, throbbing center of her being, was the ultimate traitor. It wasn’t concerned about the "one week" rule.

It didn’t care about Marc, or morality, or the fact that Mike was a stranger. Her pussy only knew the incredible, massive girth of the man filling it, and it responded by clenching around him with a desperate, hungry ferocity.

It was pulsing, milking him, and practically begging him to drive even deeper, to hit that womb again and again.

Maya was caught in a devastating internal war. Her intellect was weeping, mourning the loss of her virtue and her loyalty, but her flesh was celebrating, screaming in a silent, ecstatic language of heat and moisture.

She was a woman divided: a mind that knew she was losing herself and a body that was finding itself for the very first time in the arms of a man who was systematically dismantling her.

Mike pulled back from her lips, his breathing heavy and ragged. He didn’t let her go, though; instead, he began to lance his tongue across her cheek and down the slope of her neck, licking her skin with a possessive, hungry intensity.

"Y’know you don’t have to be so stubborn about it." His hands remained clamped around her massive tits, squeezing and kneading the flesh as if he were trying to mold her into something of his own creation. "Since it’s an emergency, it can’t be helped, right?"

"MMNN! NO! FWAHH!"

"Listen to me, Maya," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against her ear. "You can play the part of the prim and proper nature vlogger all you want."

"You can pretend you’re above this. But look at you... you’re a FUCKING mess!"

"MMNN! KUUGH!"

"You’re shaking, you’re dripping, and you’re fucking moaning like a cat in heat!" Mike laughed. "I said to stop being so stubborn while also stopping pretending you’re not enjoying this."

"So just fucking relax and enjoy having sex with me, okay?" Mike licks her earlobe. "We’re college students after all... this is the real thing that we should enjoy~!"

Maya shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration and overstimulation. "I’m... I’m not that kind of person, Mike. I don’t... I don’t just let people... I’m not like that!"

"You are exactly like that," he countered, a smug, knowing smirk on his face. "You’re just scared to admit it."

"No! I’m not...! Don’t put me into this... with someone like you...! I’m not that kind of frivolous person!"

"Ahh, shit... here you go again." Mike starts to get frustrated with all those words coming out from her mouth.

With a sudden, commanding movement, Mike gripped her by the waist and hauled her up, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He positioned her in a classic doggystyle pose, her heavy breasts hanging down and swinging with every movement.

He stepped behind her, his massive frame looming over her, and then he drove himself back into her with a single, violent thrust that made her gasp. "You’re the one that was so wet that my massive cock slipped in straightaway, and now you’re shaking your hips like crazy!"

To make the sensation even more intense, Mike reached around and wrapped both of his powerful arms around her stomach. He hugged her tightly against him, pulling her back so that there was no space between them, his chest crushing against her back.

From this position, he could drive even deeper, his cock hitting the very back of her and pushing up into her womb with a relentless, crushing force. "See?! Isn’t this the best position to fuck?!"

"Oh, fuck!" Maya cried out, her head hanging down, her hair veiling her face.

"Look at you," Mike teased, his voice thick with satisfaction as he felt her hips begin to buck and sway rhythmically. "You’re shaking your ass for me, Maya!"

"You’re practically begging me to fuck you harder. Just admit it."

"I’m... I’m not!" she gasped, her voice strained. "HNNGGHH... I’m not... shaking my hips or ass...!"

"Aren’t you shaking it really hard right now~?!" Mike grinned while whispering that word into her ears.

She tried to keep her hips still, but the pleasure was too overwhelming; her body was betraying her, reacting to every heavy lunge of his pelvis. "I’m not... doing that... I’m not..."

"You’re fucking lying," Mike growled, his voice harsh and dominant. "You’re shaking your hips because it feels good!"

"You’re grinding against me because you want more!"

"Your body is screaming for it, and you’re just too stubborn to listen. But I’ll make you listen."

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming even more brutal and quick. Each impact of his pelvis against her rear was like a hammer blow, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her entire body.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Maya clung to the floorboards, her knuckles white, her head shaking in a desperate, futile attempt to deny the obvious truth. But as Mike continued to pound into her, his arms squeezing her stomach and his cock filling her to the brim, the denials became nothing more than a faint, broken whisper in the wind.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"The moment you introduce yourself in class to me... that’s where your fate was sealed to becoming a girl that I’ll destroy through an intense fucking!!!"