Chapter 157: 157. Mouth Can Keep Denying It, But Body? Nah~! I Don’t Think So!**

Mike’s control over her had become absolute, and he decided to push her even further. He shifted his grip, his hands digging deep into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her legs back even more so that there was no defense, no barrier between them.

He began to fuck her with a savage, unrestrained intensity, each lunge of his massive cock feeling like a physical blow that reverberated through her entire body.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Maya tried to keep her mouth shut, her teeth clenched together in a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of composure. But the sheer force of his thrusts was too much.

As Mike drove himself deep into her, his pelvis slamming against her with a wet, heavy thud, her resolve finally shattered.

PLAPP! PLAPP! PLAPP!

"STOOOPPPPPPP!"

Her mouth flew open in a wide, perfect O, and a long, ragged scream of pure, unadulterated sensation tore from her throat. It wasn’t just a moan; it was a desperate, guttural cry that echoed through the small cabin.

"AHH! HAA! HAAHHH!"

"There you go~! You’re making such a nice face after I stuck it in even deeper~!"

"N-NO! I’M NOT...! AHH!"

’Gross... it hurts...!’

She was no longer just experiencing pleasure; the sheer violence of his pace was beginning to hurt. Each thrust felt like it was splitting her in two, the raw, unyielding girth of him stretching her to her absolute limit.

"Oh fuck... Mike! Stop! It’s... it’s too much!" she wailed, her head tossing from side to side, her hair tangled and damp with sweat against the floorboards.

"Then why are you making this sound here?" Mike thrust deeper until she moaned.

"HAA!"

"Is it from feeling guilty towards Marc?" Mike laughed.

’I-it’s supposed to hurt...’

’But it’s starting to feel different...’

Mike didn’t stop. If anything, her pain seemed to fuel him.

He caught sight of her massive breasts, bouncing and swaying wildly with every violent lunge of his hips. They were leaping up and down, the heavy mounds of flesh shaking with an intensity that mesmerized him.

"Look at them!" he taunted, a cruel, hungry glint in his eyes. "Your tits are bouncing all over the place, Maya!"

"You’re moaning while fucking shaking apart!" Mike laughed even harder. "I can’t believe that you’re this kind of girl~!"

Panic and shame surged through her. Reflexively, Maya reached up, her hands trying to cover her heaving breasts, trying to shield herself from his predatory gaze and the sheer wildness of the moment.

"NO! IT’S NOTTT!!!" She wanted to hide, to disappear, to stop this overwhelming storm of sensation that was consuming her. "AND I’M NOT MOANINGGG~!"

But Mike was faster. He reached down and grabbed both of her wrists, forcefully wrenching her arms away and pinning them back against the floor.

"Nope," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You’re not hiding them today, girl! Not from me!"

He let go of her wrists and immediately clamped his large, rough hands over her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh. He gripped them with a possessive, crushing force, lifting and squeezing them as he continued to pound into her.

"AAHHH!"

"I want to see them!" he barked, thrusting even harder now, his cock driving deep and fast into her. "I want to see you bounce while I fuck you!"

"I want to see every part of you reacting to me!"

With her breasts gripped in his hands and his massive cock ravaging her, Maya’s scream turned into a continuous, breathless wail. She was trapped, pinned, and utterly dominated, her body forced to endure a level of intensity she had never known.

She was no longer a person; she was a canvas of sensation, a mess of shaking flesh and desperate sounds, as Mike continued to fuck her with a brutal, relentless energy that threatened to break her.

...

Minutes had passed, but the air in the cabin was still thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and the heavy aroma of Maya’s intense arousal. They were both drenched, their skin slick and clinging together.

They lay on their sides on the floor, but there was no peace in their position. Mike was still inside her, his massive cock buried deep in her soaking heat, and he wasn’t letting up.

"AHH! HAHH! HANNHH~!"

He had wrapped one heavy, muscular arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest in a crushing embrace. "Come on now~! You’re enjoying this from your moaning, hahaha!"

"I-it’s because you’re forcing it on me...!" Maya said denying him.

’No... I must deny him with everything I have...!’

He held her stomach so tightly that his hand almost felt like it was part of her, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he continued to thrust into her with a relentless, grinding rhythm. He was driving himself into her with a slow, punishing force that ensured every inch of his length was felt against her inner walls.

"I’m screaming and moaning because I’m being raped...!"

"Nahhh~!"

"Mike... please... ahhnn..." Maya gasped, her voice trembling and weak.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that it was starting to feel like a beautiful kind of torture. "You have to... you have to stop."

"This is... hhnnn... this is wrong!"

"You’re... hngghhh... you’re raping me! You’re taking me without... without being Marc..."

She was trying to use the word ’rape’ as a shield, a way to reclaim some of the dignity she felt were slipping away. She wanted to remind him of the morality, the legality, and the sheer wrongness of what was happening in this dark cabin.

Mike let out a dark, mocking chuckle that vibrated through her entire spine. He didn’t flinch; he didn’t even hesitate. "Hu-uh? That’s not it at all, and you fucking know that."

Instead, he drove a particularly deep thrust into her, making her hips jerk violently.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Rape?" he countered, his voice a low, dangerous purr in her ear. "Is this what you call rape, Maya?"

"Because from where I’m sitting, you don’t sound like a victim!"

"More like you sound like a woman who’s finally being fed." He squeezed her waist even harder. "You can scream ’rape’ all you want, but your pussy is telling a different story!"

"It’s gripping me; it’s squeezing me, and those screams you’re making? Those aren’t screams of terror, baby!"

"Those are screams of a woman who’s finally being satisfied!" Mike laughed. "It’s not rape if you’re enjoying every fucking second of it."

"And besides... no matter how you look at it, we’re having lovey-dovey sex right?"

’Always have an answer... grgghh... I must keep rejecting him!’

"Hngghh! Haaah! Hnnnn!"

Maya felt the truth of his words stinging more than his thrusts. She wanted to argue, to tell him he was a devil, but her body was betraying her with every wet, slapping sound of their union.

Overwhelmed by the shame and the sheer intensity of the sensation, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to retreat into the darkness of her own mind. She brought her hands up, once again trying to cover her heavy, bouncing tits, wanting to hide her vulnerability from his predatory eyes.

’I can’t... allow this...’

"Don’t you dare close those eyes," Mike growled.

He reached up, his large hand cupping her jaw with a firm, unyielding grip. He forced her head up, tilting it back so she had no choice but to look at him.

Her eyes fluttered open, wide and glazed with lust and confusion, staring directly into his dark, triumphant gaze. "No... stopppp... hhnnn! Mnnnn!"

"Look at me," he commanded. "Look at the man who’s making you feel this way."

Before she could even draw a breath to protest, he leaned in and stole a kiss from her mouth. He crashed his lips against hers in a deep, aggressive, and possessive kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a conquest. He tasted of salt and heat, his tongue invading her mouth with the same dominance he used on her body, claiming her breath, her voice, and her very soul as he continued to pound into her from behind.

"HMMMPPHH!" Maya could only moan into his mouth, her resistance melting into desperate, helpless surrender. "NGGHHH!"

’K-Kiss...?! I can’t...!’