Mike didn’t wait for her to recover. He moved in, his massive, muscular frame closing the distance until there was no air left between them.

When he pressed against her, the sheer heat and weight of him were overwhelming. Ellie gasped as she felt the blunt, heavy pressure of his cock pressing directly against her lower belly, right above her pubic bone.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It wasn’t just a touch, but it was a heavy, rhythmic throb that seemed to resonate through her entire pelvis.

Everywhere she touched him, her body reacted with a frantic, pulsing electricity. Deep inside, her womb seemed to clench in anticipation, a heavy, aching hollow that felt like it was begging to be filled, while her pussy grew slick and hot, a desperate, weeping readiness that made her feel almost uncomfortably sensitive.

The sheer, overwhelming reality of him was too much to bear in silence, so she reached for the only defense she knew: her wit. She forced a shaky, lopsided grin, trying to mask the way her knees were trembling.

"God, Mikey..." she breathed, her voice a mix of a laugh and a moan. "With a weapon like that, are you sure you didn’t accidentally audition to be a pornstar?"

"You’re basically a walking industry at this point."

Mike let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes hooded as he leaned down to nip at her earlobe. "Hmmm..."

"Maybe," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But trust me, Ellie, the camera doesn’t capture half of what this thing can do."

He was being playful, but the casual way he said it and the sheer confidence in his voice sent a sudden, sharp pang through Ellie’s chest. It wasn’t a pang of pleasure but a sudden, stinging jab of something dark and heavy.

’He’s done this before,’ the thought pierced her mind, unbidden and cruel. ’He’s not just practicing like I have been in my head.’

’He’s actually done it...’

’He’s been inside women... real women. He has not only fantasized about women, but also experienced their physical presence, tasted their essence, and conquered them.’

The realization hit her like a bucket of ice water. Since middle school, Mike had been a legend, a man who moved through women with the ease of a predator. Every girl he had ever been with, every girl he had ever befriended, flashed through her mind like a series of taunting images.

’How many?’ she wondered, a sudden, bitter knot forming in her throat. ’How many girls have had this cock pressing against them...?’

’How many have seen him like this, laughing and confident, before they surrendered to him?’

A hot, stinging sensation pricked at the corners of her eyes. It was jealousy raw, ugly, and completely unexpected. She had spent years dreaming of being the one, the only one, but the reality was that she was just the latest in a long, long line of conquests.

She felt a sudden, desperate urge to claim him, to mark him so thoroughly that no other woman would ever dare to look at him the way she did.

’It’s stupid,’ she told herself, trying to push the feeling down as she felt his hand slide down to her hip. ’It’s just jealousy... but it hurts...’

’It hurts because, for the first time, the fantasy isn’t enough.’

’I don’t just want to experience him; I want to own his history.’

’I want to be the one who finally makes him stop looking for the next thing.’

She swallowed hard, forcing the jealousy into a dark corner of her heart so she could focus on the man currently crushing her against the bed. She forced her lips to curl into a smirk, even as her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

"Well, Mr. Pornstar," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a new, fiercer kind of hunger, "stop talking about your career and start showing me the main event."

"Let’s see if you can actually live up to the hype."

Mike let out another low, rumbling laugh, but this time it wasn’t just amusement; it was a sound of pure, masculine dominance. He reached up, his large hand spanning the width of her face, his fingers curling around her jaw to cup both of her cheeks with just a single, powerful hand.

He squeezed gently, forcing her to look up at him, tilting her head back so she was completely at his mercy. "Don’t try to hide anything from me, Ellie..."

"I see through the lies of every woman..."

The intimacy of the gesture, combined with the overwhelming heat of his body, caused Ellie to lose all pretense of being "composed." Her eyes rolled back slightly, her lips parted in a silent, breathless gasp, and her face contorted into the most primal, horny expression he had ever seen.

’Oh my god... I really wanted to get manhandled by him...’ She looked utterly undone, her gaze glazed with a desperate, starving lust that shouted her need for him. ’I remember since middle school when I saw my friend get slapped by him...’

’D-Don’t tell me... I have this weird kink to get dominated...?’ Ellie thought. ’I don’t want to be weird about, like, some kind of a masochist...’

He saw the flicker of shadow in her eyes, the tiny sting of jealousy she tried so hard to hide. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and instead of comforting her with lies, he leaned in closer, his voice a dark, unapologetic truth.

"Don’t get all territorial on me, Ellie," he murmured, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "This cock right here...?"

"It belongs to whoever can handle it!" Mike whispered. "It’s for every woman who’s brave enough to take it, and I’ve never been one to play by the rules of ’only one.’ You of all people should know that."

The words should have hurt more, but instead, they acted like gasoline on the fire of her desire. The challenge was too much.

The idea that she wasn’t just a recipient of his pleasure but a competitor in a league of her own ignited a fierce, possessive pride within her.

’Fine,’ she thought, her heart thudding a frantic, competitive rhythm. ’If you want a woman who can handle you, and if you want a woman who stands out from all those other girls... then I’ll make sure you never forget me.’

’I’ll be so good, so fucking incredible, that you’ll be chasing the ghost of me for the rest of your life.’

’But I think... knowing Mikey right now... he’s going to not do that, but he’ll probably fuck Haruka next after me.’

’I need to introduce some taken women to him soon...’

She wasn’t going to be just another name in his history, but she was going to be the gold standard.

Driven by a sudden, manic need to prove herself, Ellie reached down. Her hands, small and pale against his dark, muscular thighs, trembled as they closed around the base of his massive cock.

"Oh my..." She gasped at the sheer scale of him, the heat of his skin feeling like a brand against her palms. "T-this is..."

She began to stroke him, using both hands to wrap around his thick length. She slid her palms up and down the velvet-smooth skin, feeling the heavy, pulsing veins that throbbed beneath the surface.

"I can’t even put words to it..." She said that feeling the sheer weight of him in her hands was intoxicating, a physical manifestation of the power he held over her.

’God, he’s so thick,’ she thought, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches as she felt the sheer volume of him. ’It’s like holding a living, breathing force of nature...’

’Every slide of my hands, every squeeze... it’s like I’m trying to tame a storm.’

She watched his face, her eyes wide and intense, searching for any sign of his reaction. She wanted to feel him twitch in her hands, wanted to hear that low, guttural groan that meant she was doing something right.

She was no longer just a girl experiencing a fantasy, but she was a woman on a mission, determined to master the man who thought he could never be truly tamed.

’I wonder how it feels to put this inside... will it even fit?’