Chapter 45: 45. She Isn’t Trained Enough To Suck All Of The White Liquid (Disappointing)**

He yanked her head back slightly to gain a better angle, then drove back in even harder; the sound of her swallowing filled the room.

"MPPPPHHHHH~! HHHNNNGGGHH~!"

"Does your husband even watch you like this?!" he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Does he ever look at you and see this filthy, desperate creature?!"

"Heh! Probably not!"

"He’s too busy being ’respectful’ and too busy being a gentleman!" Mike laughed. "He treats you like you’re precious, but you aren’t precious, are you?!"

"You’re a predator. And you’ve been starving for a real man to feed you!"

He laughed more, a harsh, triumphant sound, as he continued the merciless assault on her mouth. "He gives you stability, but I’m giving you life!"

"He gives you a home, but I’m giving you heaven and hell all at once!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Tell me, pet... does he make you choke like this!?"

"Does he make you feel this fucking small?!"

He didn’t wait for an answer, not that she could give one. He just kept pounding into her, his hips working with a savage, unstoppable momentum, enjoying the way her cries were stifled by his enormous length, proving with every stroke that he was the one in total, absolute control.

The onslaught was relentless. Petricia was being utterly ruined, her senses shattered by the combination of Mike’s crushing grip on her head and the violent, rhythmic hammering of his cock into her throat.

"GLCK~! GLCK~! GLCK~!" Her eyes were wide, brimming with tears of pure, overwhelming stimulation, and her vocal cords could only produce broken, pathetic noises.

"MMGH! MMPPHH! HHHNNNGGGGHHH!" she attempted to protest or plead, but the massive shaft occupying her entire oral cavity hopelessly muffled her words.

Every time he slammed into her, she felt her spirit fracturing, her identity as a respectable woman dissolving into the sheer, carnal reality of being Mike’s toy.

Mike’s breathing became ragged, a low, guttural growl building in his chest. He could feel the pressure mounting, the volcanic eruption of his climax approaching.

"Ah shit~! I’m going to fucking paint the inside of your mouth with all whiteee~!"

He didn’t slow down, but instead, he accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, and more frantic. He gripped her hair tight, pinning her in place for the final, devastating blow.

"Here it comes!" he roared, his voice a command of pure dominance. "Take it all, you greedy bitch...!"

"TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP INSIDEEE~!!!"

With a final, lunging thrust that buried him to the very root, Mike stiffened. His entire body corded with tension as he erupted.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"MMMMRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH~! BLEEEEEEEEEGGGGGHHHHHHHHH~!"

The huge, hot jets of semen blasted into the back of her throat with the force of a pressurized hose. Petricia’s eyes rolled back as the sheer volume of his release flooded her mouth.

It felt endless a torrential downpour of thick, viscous heat that filled her mouth, surged past her tongue, and threatened to drown her.

She tried to swallow, her throat working convulsively, but there was simply too much. As Mike finally slumped forward, gasping and spent, his grip loosening, Petricia collapsed back onto her heels, her mouth hanging wide in a state of complete sensory overload.

"BLLEEEERRRGGHHH~! GRRAAAGGHHH~! HUUGGH~!"

As she tried to regain her breath, the excess began to escape. Thick, creamy white ropes of semen poured from her lips, spilling over her chin and cascading down her neck in a literal waterfall of lust.

Half of the massive load she had taken was being expelled, splashing onto her chest and the floor, a gleaming, pearlescent testament to his virility. "Glaarrrggghhhh... harrrggghhh... brrgghhh..."

Mike pulled back, hovering over her, a look of supreme, godlike satisfaction on his face. He stared down at the sight of Petricia, the elegant, untouchable Petricia Schneider, lying broken and shivering, her face smeared with his seed, her mouth overflowing with the evidence of his conquest.

"You’re still going to train more because I’m still disappointed to see you can’t drink it all."

But still, to him, it was a masterpiece. He had taken a landlady and turned her into a vessel, leaving her drenched in the glorious, messy proof that, for tonight, she belonged entirely to him.

Mike let out a booming, triumphant laugh that echoed off the walls of the quiet apartment. It wasn’t a kind laugh, but it was the laughter of a victor surveying a battlefield littered with the remains of his enemy’s pride.

He stood over her, looming like a titan, watching the way her chest heaved as she fought to pull oxygen into her lungs. "Now, now..."

"Just take a good long look at you," Mike chuckled, gesturing vaguely at the mess of semen trailing down her chin and staining her skin. "Absolutely FUCKING wrecked!"

"You look like you’ve been put through a meat grinder, Petricia." Mike held her chin. "A beautiful, dripping, shameless wreck."

Petricia reeled back on her heels, her sight blurring. Her throat was sore, her jaw was loose, and her whole body was humming with a post-orgasmic tremor so intense she could barely stand.

She wiped a stray glob of semen from her lip with a shaking finger, her eyes fluttering shut as she waited for the cooldown. In her mind, the peak had passed.

The ordeal was finished. She had given him everything, endured his insults, and survived his fury. Surely, now, there would be a moment of rest.

"There..." she whispered, her voice a raspy, broken shadow of itself. "Is that... is that all for today...?"

Mike’s laughter died down, replaced by a low, predatory hum. He reached down, grabbing her cheek and forcing her to look up at him.

His eyes weren’t worn out, but they were burning brighter than before. "The fuck did you just say...?"

"All!?" he repeated, the word sounding like a threat. "Pfftt~! Oh please~! You’re going to make me die of laughter at this point."

"You really haven’t figured me out yet, have you?"

Petricia froze. A cold prickle of apprehension danced down her spine, cutting through the warmth of her recent pleasure.

"W-what do you mean...?"

Mike leaned in closer, his shadow swallowing her whole. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, a smile that promised no mercy and no reprieve.

"That was just the appetizer, Petricia," he murmured, his voice dropping to a silky, dangerous register. "That was just you serving me."

"But... now?" Mike grinned. "Now we get to the part where you serve your purpose!"

"Today is the day you actually get fucked...! And I mean it properly this time... a good deep fuck in your pussy until you forget your name, your husband’s name, and how to even speak English."

Petricia’s heart hammered against her ribs, a sudden, sharp spike of genuine fear piercing her exhaustion. Most women would find the prospect exhilarating, but the sheer, unbridled intensity in his gaze made her realize he wasn’t talking about a romantic encounter.

He was talking about a systematic dismantling of her body.

’O-Oh no... not sex...’

"P-Properly?" she stammered, her eyes widening as she searched his face for a hint of a joke, finding none. "Mike, I... I can barely stand..."

"We’ve already... we’ve already done so much..."

"We haven’t even started," Mike interrupted, his hand sliding from her chin down to her throat, mirroring the possessiveness of his earlier grip. "Move your fucking ass up and get on the bed."

"You wanted to know if this was a bad idea? Well, buckle up, because the ’bad idea’ is about to become the only thing you can feel for the next few hours."

As he hauled her to her feet, Petricia felt a terrifying realization settle in her gut, but she wasn’t just a guest in his apartment anymore. It’s more like that she was prey, and the hunt had only just begun.

As Mike grabbed her arms to move her toward the bed, Petricia felt like a newborn fawn. Her legs were useless, trembling violently with every step, her muscles twitching from the intense exertion of her oral performance.

The adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving behind a heavy, liquid fatigue that made her feel as though her bones were made of jelly.

Despite the terror bubbling in her chest, a flicker of her old, cautious rationality surfaced. She needed some semblance of protection, some barrier between her life and this madness.

"W-wait..." she gasped, stumbling slightly as they reached the edge of the mattress. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Mike... we should use protection..."

"Do you have a condom? Just... just to be safe?"

For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then, Mike threw his head back and let out a roar of laughter so loud it seemed to vibrate the very air in the room.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" It was a derisive, mocking sound that made her blush with embarrassment.

"A condom?!" he repeated, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye as he looked down at her. "Petricia, darling, you’re fucking funny and adorable, truly!"

"But you clearly don’t understand the physics of what you’re dealing with."

He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a dark silhouette over her. "There isn’t a single condom on this planet manufactured in a size large enough to contain me!"

"Trying to wrap a piece of latex around this MASSIVE COCK would be like trying to put a silk stocking on a redwood tree, and of course... it would snap before it even touched the base."