Chapter 133: 133. Making Her Mouth To Go Wide As She Can! (This Feels So F-Ing Good!)**

With a sudden, violent surge of power, he abandons all restraint. He begins to hammer into her mouth with brutal, rhythmic ferocity. There is no more "slow," no more "savoring."

All there is for the one and only Mike Hawk... is the raw, punishing force of his hips slamming against her face.

PLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

He thrusts with a terrifying, heavy momentum, driving his massive, veiny cock deep into her throat over and over again. Each strike is a sledgehammer blow to her senses.

The blunt head of his cock slams against the back of her throat with a wet, slapping sound that echoes in her ears, forcing her to gag and swallow him whole just to keep him from choking.

"MMMRRRRAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!" Marielle starts to choke on it, and she can feel her entire body almost give up instantly.

"Take it!" he commands, his eyes burning with a sadistic fire. "Take all of it, you slut!"

"Don’t you dare try to slow me down!" Mike laughed. "You’re a hungry animal, remember?! So eat the whole goddamn thing!"

Marielle is tossed about like a ragdoll. The sheer force of his thrusts snaps her head back and forth.

Tears stream from her eyes, her nose runs, and the incredible, stretching girth of him feels like it’s unhinging her jaw. The "slow" rhythm she begged for is replaced by a relentless, punishing tempo that leaves her no room to think, no room to breathe, and no room to exist as anything apart from a recipient of his power.

’Oh God... oh God!’ her mind screams, the thoughts becoming fragmented and incoherent as the violence of his pleasure takes over. ’He’s... he’s destroying me... he’s literally... breaking me open...’

The sensation is no longer just pleasure; it is a beautiful, terrifying assault. Every time he slams into her, she feels the vibration travel all the way to her toes, a shockwave of pure, unadulterated masculinity that shatters her remaining composure.

She is no longer a woman trying to find herself; she is a creature being forged in the fire of his lust, being hammered into a shape that only belongs to him.

She can’t even tap his thighs anymore; her hands are simply clawing at his skin, her fingers digging deep into his muscles as she tries to anchor herself in the middle of the storm. She is drowning in him, lost in the rhythmic, brutal pounding of his cock, her entire world reduced to the taste of him, the smell of him, and the overwhelming, soul-crushing weight of his dominance.

Mike sees the tears streaming down her face and the way her eyes are rolling back, and instead of softening, he feels a surge of pure, primal dominance. He doesn’t want to just satisfy her; he wants to remodel her by leaving his mark on her very anatomy.

He shifts his grip, his large hands moving from her jaw to her cheeks, squeezing them so tightly that her mouth is forced into a wide, gaping O. He leans over her, his massive, muscular frame casting a shadow that seems to swallow her whole.

"Look at you," he sneers, his voice a gravelly, triumphant roar. "You’re not a lady anymore, Marielle!"

"You’re just a hole! A beautiful, desperate, starving little hole for me to use!"

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how much of me there is? You’re trying to hold it all, but you’re never going to be big enough for me!"

He abandons all pretense of a rhythm and begins a frantic, high-speed assault. He starts hammering his cock into her mouth with a speed that is almost blurring.

It isn’t just thrusting; it is a violent, piston-like motion. The sound is visceral, a wet, slapping, guttural thwack, thwack, thwack as his pelvis crashes against her chin and lips.

Marielle is losing her mind. The speed is so intense that her brain can’t even process the sensation as "pleasure" anymore; it is a pure, overwhelming sensory blitzkrieg.

’Everything is... moving... too fast!’ her mind screams, the thoughts fragmented and frantic like a broken radio signal. ’It’s not a sensation... it’s an earthquake!’

’My jaw... it feels like it’s going to snap... my throat is being hammered... it’s hitting the back of my lungs!’

’He’s not just in my mouth... he’s occupying my entire existence!’

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he accelerates, the sheer volume of his cock causes a terrifying and erotic visual. Because he is driving so deep and so fast, the thick, heavy shaft of his cock actually begins to bulge visibly against the skin of her neck and throat.

As the massive head slams into the back of her gullet, the shape of his glans can be seen pulsing and stretching the soft tissue of her throat from the outside, a grotesque and beautiful testament to his size.

"GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!"

’He’s... he’s stretching my very throat!’ she thinks, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror and ecstasy washing over her. ’I can see him... through my own skin!’

’He’s so big... he’s literally reshaping me from the inside out!’

’It’s like he’s carving his name into my throat!’

"Yeah! Take it all!" Mike bellows, his eyes wide and crazed with lust as he watches the bulge in her neck move with every violent thrust. "Look at that!"

"You’re stretching so wide, you’re practically swallowing the whole damn thing!"

"You’re a natural, Marielle! A perfect, slutty little vessel!"

He increases the speed even further, his hips becoming a blur of tan muscle and raw power. He is no longer just fucking her mouth, but he is trying to colonize her entire throat, pushing past the gag reflex, forcing her to accept the impossible.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

’I can’t... breathe... but I don’t want to!’ her inner voice cries out, a desperate, drowning thought. ’If breathing means losing him, let me suffocate!’ 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

’Let him fill the air in my lungs!’

’Let him be the only thing that exists!’

’Destroy the lady... leave only the mouth... leave only the hunger!’

She is no longer trying to tap his thighs or find a rhythm. Her hands are now frantically clutching at his hips, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to pull him even deeper, her entire body vibrating in sync with the brutal, high-speed pounding of his massive, vein-ridged cock.

She is a woman being unmade, her dignity, her marriage, and her very identity being pulverized by the relentless, beautiful violence of his lust.

Mike sees the way her eyes are rolling back, the way her body is vibrating with the sheer force of his assault, and he decides that "rough" was merely a warm up. He wants to reach a level of violence that borders on the divine, a tempo so high and a force so heavy that Marielle’s very soul feels like it’s being hammered into the mattress.

He reaches down and grabs her hair with both hands, pulling her head back so far that her neck is arched at a precarious, vulnerable angle. This exposes her throat completely, making it even easier for him to drive himself deep into the very bottom of her gullet.

"You want to be a good girl?" he roars, his voice a primal, animalistic sound that seems to shake the very walls of the room. "Then stop trying to fight the gag!"

"Stop trying to breathe like a human and start breathing like a fucking animal!"

"Take it all! Take every goddamn inch of me!"