He went back to his assault, his suction becoming even more aggressive, more demanding. He was literally milking the sensation out of her, his mouth working with a singular, dominant purpose.
"Stop...! Please..." Madison managed to moan, but it was no longer a command; it was a surrender.
Her head fell back against the wall, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the intense, localized pleasure-pain sent waves of uncontrollable tremors through her thighs.
The more he talked about Kyle, the more he deconstructed her identity, and the more her body betrayed her. Every ti he insulted her ’perfect’ life, his mouth provided a sensation so intense that her brain couldn’t keep up the fight.
She was being torn apart in her mind, trying to cling to the dignity of her celebrity and her relationship, while her body was being utterly conquered by the man who knew exactly how to strip it all away.
Mike’s patience for her resistance had evaporated. With a growl, he tangled his fingers into her damp blonde hair, gripping it like a leash.
"Stay down now!" His other hand clamped around the back of her neck, forcing her head down with brutal authority.
"Enough talking," he snarled, his voice a dark command that brooked no argunt. "You want to keep defending that pretty boy?!"
"Fine. But you’re going to do it on your knees where you belong."
With a sharp yank, he drove her downward, bending her body until her knees hit the plush carpet with a muffled thud. Madison let out a pained gasp, her hands flying out to brace herself, but Mike didn’t give her a second to adjust.
He kept his grip iron-tight, forcing her face re inches from the thick, straining bulge in his slacks. "My cock is going insane back there, and it’s ready to give you so more punishnt."
"Look at it," he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "This is what real power feels like, Madison!"
"Not his weak, polite touches. And not his careful little kisses!" Mike grinned. "This is what happens when a man takes what he wants!"
His free hand moved to his belt, the tallic clink of the buckle echoing in the charged silence. He didn’t rush, but he took his ti slowly, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked onto her wide, humiliated gaze.
The fabric parted, and his massive cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the veins pulsing along its length like a living thing. It was intimidatingly long, dark, and already glistening at the tip with arousal.
’W-Wait...! It’s... huge...! You’ve gotta be kidding...!’ Madison thought. ’Is this thing that big—No! Can a human even achieve such size...?!’
Madison’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she stared at it. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer, overwhelming presence of his dominance.
’H-He’s going to punish with that...?!’ Her mind raced with panic, but her traitorous, trembling body reacted with a flicker of sothing else. ’I-I have to lick and suck on that...!?’
Mike tightened his grip on her hair, tilting her head up just enough to force her to et his gaze. "You see this?" he demanded, his voice a dark growl.
"This is what you’ve been missing..."
"This is what your fans dream about when they jerk off to your movies."
"This is what your precious Kyle could never give you."
He gave her hair another sharp tug, forcing her lips closer to the thick, throbbing shaft. "Now open that pretty mouth of yours and show how sorry you really are."
Madison stared, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes widening until they felt like they might burst. She had seen Kyle’s, but never seen anything like this.
Mike’s cock was monstrous. The sheer scale of him, the way the thick, dark shaft seed to pulse with a life of its own, the heavy, corded veins that snaked along the length like hungry serpents... it was terrifying.
It didn’t look like a part of a man, but it looked like a weapon designed specifically to conquer her.
’Oh my god,’ her mind scread, the thoughts racing so fast they were almost a blur of panic. ’How is that even possible? It looks like it could break in half...’
’And it looks like it could stretch until there’s nothing left of .’
She felt a cold bead of sweat roll down her temple. Her heart wasn’t just beating, but it was thundering against her ribs, a frantic, panicked rhythm that matched the pulsing of the organ inches from her face.
’Am I really doing this? Am I really going to put this in my mouth?’
’What if he goes too deep? What if he doesn’t stop?’
’He’s so much bigger than Kyle... Kyle is so... delicate, but this is primal... This is dangerous!’
’This is...’
She drifted into a trance of pure, unadulterated terror, her gaze locked on the glistening, intimidating tip of his cock. She was paralyzed, her brain struggling to process the sheer physical reality of the man looming over her.
Mike, however, saw only a woman who had gone completely vacant. He saw her eyes glazing over, her jaw slightly slack, her entire body frozen in a state of shock.
He misinterpreted her paralyzing fear for sothing else entirely. "Hey, are you listening?!"
"Hahaha! What’s the matter, Madison?!" he mocked, his voice dripping with a cruel, knowing ass confidence.
He gave her hair a playful, yet firm, tug to bring her back. "Are you spacing out?!"
"Are you so fucking overwheld by the sight of a real man that you’ve forgotten how to breathe?"
He let out a low, triumphant chuckle, leaning down so his shadow completely engulfed her. "Don’t tell you’re intimidated, yet you’ve played so many roles, so many powerful won..."
"But right now, you look like a little girl seeing sothing for the very first ti..." Mike facepald while laughing. "Is it too much for you? Is it too big for your little mouth to handle?"
He moved his hips slightly, a slow, teasing thrust that brought the pulsing head of his cock even closer to her lips, the scent of his musk filling her senses.
"Don’t just stare at it like a statue," he whispered, his voice a command disguised as a taunt. "Do sothing with it!"
"Show that you’re more than just a pretty face on a screen! I know that you can actually handle a real man."
Inside, Madison was screaming. ’He thinks I’m admiring it!’
’He FUCKING thinks this is a choice!’ she thought frantically, her eyes darting up to his smug, handso face. ’He has no idea that I’m currently calculating the odds of surviving this without crying!’
’He thinks I’m captivated, but I’m actually just terrified of being destroyed!’
Mike let out a deep, guttural laugh, a sound devoid of warmth, echoing with the sheer amusent of her paralyzing fear. To him, her wide-eyed terror was the most arousing thing about her, but it was the ultimate confirmation of his power.
"Look at you," he mocked, his voice dripping with derision. "The great Madison Reed, reduced to a shivering little ss."
"You’re so damn fragile right now, aren’t you?"
"I bet you’ve spent your whole life pretending to be tough on cara while you’re actually just a frightened little girl waiting for soone to tell you what to do."
Without warning, his fingers clamped around her nipples. He didn’t just touch them, but he seized them with a brutal, possessive grip and yanked her forward with a sudden, violent motion.
"Now watch and learn of how to use massive tits like yours...!!!"
Madison let out a strangled cry as her body was jerked toward him, her heavy, aching breasts colliding directly with his massive, pulsating cock. The impact sent a shockwave through her, the rigid length of him pressing deep into the soft, bruised flesh of her chest.
She found herself trapped, her breasts squeezed tightly against him, molding themselves around his hardness as he held her there, pinned and helpless.
"This is what you’re really used to, isn’t it?" Mike snarled, his voice vibrating against her skin. "This kind of pressure... this kind of force... but you’ve spent so long pretending you don’t want it."
He shifted his weight, grinding his cock deeper into her breasts, making her wince. "Tell , does your little boyfriend Kyle ever try sothing like this!?"
"Does he ever make you feel so small that you forget how to breathe?"
Madison tried to pull away, but his grip on her nipples was unrelenting. She was stuck, her breasts forced to act as a cushion for his arousal.
"I bet he’s so ’respectful,’ isn’t he?" Mike continued, his tone oozing contempt. "He probably asks permission before he even touches your hand."
"He’s probably terrified of upsetting you or making you uncomfortable. Well, turns out, he’s not a man, Madison!"
"He’s a fucking doormat and he doesn’t know how to own you real good~!" Mike laughed. "He thinks you’re so precious statue to be admired from a distance, but I see you for what you really are."
He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her ear. "You’re nothing but a dirty little secret, and he’s too blind and too weak to see it."
"He’s playing house while I’m playing with you."
"By the ti I’m done, you won’t even rember his goddamn na."
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