Chapter 138: 138. Every Women Who’s With Me Is Going To Take It Raw! All Day~!**

He has no intention of pulling out; he wants to feel the exquisite sensation of his seed erupting deep within her, flooding her womb with his heat. He wants to see her face when she realizes he’s broken his promise.

Without waiting for her to process his "vow," he reaches down and grabs her hips. With a strength that makes her cry out, he hauls her up from her seated position and forces her onto her hands and knees.

"On all fours, Marielle," he commands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Let me see you..."

"Let me see that beautiful, desperate back while I take you."

Marielle starts to stand on her knees and hands while showing her ass and dripping pussy toward him. As he positions himself behind her, his massive, unshielded cock swaying just inches from her entrance, Marielle’s mind descends into a chaotic whirlwind of thought.

’He’s lying,’ her instinct screams, a tiny, frantic voice in the back of her head. ’He’s absolutely, definitely lying to me.’

’Look at his eyes... he doesn’t look like a man who intends to stop...’

’He looks like a man who wants to claim everything.’

She feels the heat of him behind her, the sheer, intimidating presence of his girth looming over her. She feels exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.

’But what can I do?’ she thinks, a sense of profound, tragic resignation washing over her. ’If I argue, he’ll use the video.’

’If I fight, he’ll just be rougher.’

’I’m a mother, a wife, a lady of standing... and here I am, on my hands and knees in a bedroom, begging a brute to lie to me just so I can feel his cock inside me.’

She closes her eyes tight, a single tear escaping and sliding down her cheek as she prepares for the impact.

’God help me,’ she whispers in the silent cathedral of her mind. ’Because even though I know he’s going to ruin me... even though I know he’s going to fill me to the brim with his lies and his seed... all my body wants to do is arch its back and beg him to hurry up and do it.’

She hears the heavy, rhythmic sound of his breathing, the sound of a predator preparing to strike, ’It is... what it is then...’

Mike moves with a slow, agonizing deliberation. He doesn’t rush the entry, but instead, he leans over her, his massive chest pressing against her trembling back, pinning her down.

He positions the broad, blunt head of his cock right at the very entrance of her pussy, the heat of his skin radiating against her sensitive, swollen folds. "Alright~! Better get ready for some amazing raw sex from the one and only~!"

"Mikeeee haaaaawwwkkkkk~!" Mike announces it like he’s in a wrestling match.

Marielle squeezes her eyes shut so tightly that sparks dance in the darkness of her eyelids. She is hyperaware of the sensation, the heavy, pulsing weight of him pressing against her, the sheer scale of him threatening to split her apart.

’Please,’ she prays silently, a desperate, frantic plea directed at a God she feels she has betrayed. ’Please, let him be gentle.’

’Let him be kind just this once... because it’s been months... months since I’ve felt anything like this.’

’My body is so tight, so unready for something so... so enormous.’ Marielle dropped one tear in her eye. ’Please, let him not break me.’

As the tip begins to stretch her open, a wave of profound, soul-crushing guilt washes over her. She feels like a traitor to the very foundation of her life. "Nrrgghh...!"

’Forgive me, my love,’ she thinks, her mind racing to her husband, whose gentle, predictable touch she is currently replacing with this brute’s violence. ’Forgive me for the lies, for the secrecy, for the way my body is screaming for a man who isn’t you.’

Then, she turns her thoughts to Tyler. ’Forgive me, my son...’

’Your mother is a hypocrite... She is sacrificing her dignity to save your future, but she is doing it in the most shameful way possible...’

’Forgive me for being so weak... for being so hungry.’

She is in the middle of an apology, her heart heavy with the weight of her perceived sins, when the "gentleness" she prayed for is utterly obliterated.

Mike isn’t interested in a slow transition. He has no intention of easing her into his immensity.

With a sudden, violent surge of his hips, he drives himself forward. There is no gradual stretching, no soft glide; there is only the brutal, overwhelming force of his massive shaft slamming into her.

PLAPPPPPPPPPP!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!"

The scream is ripped from her lungs, a raw, primal sound of both agony and overwhelming sensation. He doesn’t just enter her; he conquers her.

He thrusts so deep, so instantly, that he bypasses every layer of her resistance, burying himself to the very hilt. He hits her cervix with the force of a hammer, his cock bottoming out in the deepest, most private reaches of her womb.

The impact is so sudden and so profound that her entire body jolts, her hands clawing at the bedsheets as she is impaled by him. The apologies, the guilt, the prayers—they are all instantly strangled, crushed under the sheer, tectonic pressure of his arrival.

There is no room for thought, no room for morality, no room for the "lady" she pretends to be.

There is only the sensation of being filled, stretched, and utterly possessed by a man who has just declared war on her very soul. Mike lets out a low, triumphant grunt, feeling the tight, wet walls of her pussy clench around him in a desperate, involuntary spasm, and he begins to move, his rhythm fast, powerful, and merciless.

Mike doesn’t give her a moment to recover from the initial shock of his depth. He is a man of action, a man of pure, unadulterated drive, and he has no intention of letting her catch her breath.

He reaches forward, his large hand tangling deeply into the hair at her nape. With a sudden, authoritative tug, he pulls her head back, forcing her spine to arch even more sharply, presenting her body to him like a sacrificial offering.

Then, he begins to pound.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The rhythm is frantic, a rapid-fire succession of heavy, wet thuds as his pelvis slams against her buttocks. He isn’t just fucking her, but he is hammering her with each thrust that is a violent, rhythmic assault that sends jolts of electricity straight to her brain.

"Naaaghhh! Slow... please...! Mike, please! Slow down!" Marielle cries out, her voice a ragged, broken thing.

Her hands are scrambling blindly across the mattress, trying to find purchase, trying to find some way to steady herself. "It’s too much... my head... my mind is going blank!"

She is losing her grip on reality. The sheer speed and intensity of his movements are stripping away her ability to think, to reason, or to even remember her own name.

The pleasure is unlike anything she has ever experienced; it is a terrifying, overwhelming tide of sensation that makes the "intimacy" she shared with her husband feel like a pale, flickering candle compared to the roaring bonfire of Mike’s lust.

With her husband, sex was a gentle exchange, a quiet, domestic act of connection. This... this is something else entirely.

This is primal. This is baby-making sex in its most raw, animalistic form.

It is a biological imperative, a forceful, deep-seated pounding that feels like it’s trying to rewrite her very DNA.

"Slow down?" Mike growls, his voice a dark, mocking rumble against her ear.

He gives her hair another sharp tug, forcing her to look up at the ceiling as he increases the tempo even further. "You think a man like me knows how to slow down, Marielle?!"

"You think I came here to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings?"

He lets out a harsh, guttural laugh, his hips moving with a terrifying, machine-like efficiency.

"You’ve been starving for months, haven’t you?! Starving for a real man to actually use you!"

"You’ve been playing house with that weakling, pretending you’re satisfied, but we both know the truth."

"You’ve been waiting for this! You’ve been waiting to be broken!"

His words are cruel, designed to strip away the last vestiges of her dignity, but they only serve to fuel the fire. He can feel her clenching around him, her body reacting to his insults as much as his thrusts.

"Don’t you dare ask for gentleness!" he snarls, his pace becoming even more frenetic, more brutal. "Gentleness is for women who can’t handle the weight of a real cock!"

"And of course... Mine is a real cock because of its size!"

"So now... You’re going to take every inch of this, and you’re going to enjoy it!"

"You’re going to love how much it hurts, and you’re going to love how much it feels like being filled to the brim!"