Chapter 84: 84. She’s Not A Pro, But I Still Teach Her How To Good at Sucking**

Ellie was pushing herself to the absolute limit. Her mind was a whirlwind of determination, but her body was starting to protest the sheer physical demand of the task.

Her jaw was beginning to ache with a dull, throbbing intensity, and the muscles in her cheeks felt tight and strained from trying to accommodate his incredible girth.

"Gllrrrgghhh... mrrggghhh..."

’Just a little more,’ she pleaded with herself, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. ’Don’t stop now...’

’You can’t let him see you struggle...’

’You have to show him you can handle it.

Driven by a surge of stubborn pride, she took a deep breath and attempted to take him even deeper, trying to swallow the massive head of his cock all the way to the base. But as she pushed past her comfort zone, the sheer volume of him hit the back of her throat in a way she wasn’t quite ready for.

Her instincts took over. Her throat spasmed, and she was forced to pull back abruptly.

"Cough! Ack!"

She sat back on her heels, her face flushed a deep crimson, one hand clutching at her throat as she let out a series of ragged, ungraceful coughs. Her eyes were watering, and she felt a frantic sense of embarrassment wash over her.

The "expert" persona had completely crumbled, leaving behind a girl who had just been defeated by a piece of anatomy.

"Nggghhh... cough...!"

Mike, watching the entire display, couldn’t help himself. A loud, boisterous laugh erupted from his chest, the sound echoing in the room.

"Oh, wow," he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery as he looked down at her. "Is that the ’expert curriculum’ you were bragging about?"

"Getting defeated by a little bit of extra length? You were talking so much shit a few minutes ago, Ellie, and now you’re choking on the main event."

Ellie felt the heat in her cheeks intensify. She let out a frustrated, indignant huff and pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a classic display of wounded pride.

"Shut up, Mikey!" she snapped, though there was no real venom in it, only embarrassment.

She wiped a stray tear from her eye and glared at him, her eyes flashing with a renewed, defiant fire. "It was just a fluke!"

"And a momentary lapse in judgment!" she insisted, her voice a mix of a pout and a defiant challenge.

She wiped her watering eyes and glared up at him, her jaw still aching but her spirit undiminished. "I’m going to do it again. And again. And again, until you’re the one making those pathetic little noises, not me!"

Mike’s laughter died down into a low, appreciative hum. He liked this side of her, the stubborn, unyielding girl who refused to be humiliated.

"Good to hear that from you as usual." He reached down, his large hand cupping her chin to tilt her face back up to his.

"No more mistake next, Ellie. If you’re so determined to be the best, you can’t just dive into the deep end without learning how to swim," he said, his voice dropping into an instructional, authoritative tone that made her stomach flip. "You’re trying too hard to swallow it all at once."

"You’re fighting your own body, and that’s why you’re choking. You’re treating it like a chore instead of a sensation."

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers with intense focus. "Here’s your first lesson in ’training.’ Don’t try to take the whole thing."

"Start with just the tip. Use your tongue to trace the rim, feel the texture, and get your mouth used to the heat. Then, instead of pushing deep, focus on the suction."

"Use your cheeks to create a vacuum, pulling the head in and out without going past the point where you panic."

"You need to learn how to relax your throat, Ellie. If you’re tense, you’ll always choke."

"You have to let him slide in like he belongs there."

He nudged her chin back toward his throbbing length. "Now, try again. But this time, do exactly what I said."

"Slow. Controlled. Don’t be a girl who just tries to swallow; be a woman who knows how to savor." Mike smirked. "Show me that you can actually listen to a pro."

Ellie swallowed hard, the challenge ringing in her ears. A focused, disciplined hunger rapidly overtook the embarrassment.

She nodded, her expression turning serious, her eyes narrowing with a newfound sense of purpose. She wasn’t just playing anymore; she was training.

Ellie took a deep, grounding breath, pushing the lingering ache in her jaw to the back of her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment, visualizing Mike’s instructions.

’Slow and controlled he said...’

’Don’t fight it... Savor it...’

She leaned forward again, but this time, there was no frantic rush. She started exactly how he told her to.

She pressed her lips softly against the velvet head of his cock, her tongue dancing around the rim, tracing the sensitive ridge with agonizingly slow, deliberate strokes. She felt the heat radiating from him, the heavy throb of his pulse against her tongue, and instead of panicking, she leaned into it.

As she began to slide her mouth down the shaft, she focused on the suction. She used her cheeks to create a gentle vacuum, pulling him in and out with a rhythmic, controlled motion that stayed well within her comfort zone.

"Slurrrpppphhhh~! Mrrrgghhh-pahhh~!"

She felt the texture of the veins, the slickness of her own saliva, and the sheer, overwhelming power of him, but she stayed calm. She was no longer fighting the beast, but she was learning to ride the wave.

She watched his face intently, looking for the shift. And then, she saw it.

Mike’s eyes hooded, his head lolled back slightly, and a low, guttural groan vibrated deep in his chest. He wasn’t mocking her anymore, but he was leaning into the sensation.

When she finally pulled back, her mouth glistening and her eyes bright with triumph, Mike was looking down at her with an expression of genuine, unadulterated inspiration. A slow, proud smirk spread across his face.

"Damn, Ellie," he murmured, his voice thick and appreciative. "You’re a fast learner."

"Most girls take a dozen tries to get that kind of rhythm, but I’m impressed that you’re actually doing it faster."

He reached down, his large, warm hand coming to rest on the top of her head. He didn’t just touch her; he gave her a firm, affectionate pat, his fingers ruffling her hair in a way that felt incredibly rewarding. It was a gesture of praise, of approval, and it hit Ellie harder than any of the physical sensations combined.

A massive, giddy smile broke across her face. The jealousy, the embarrassment, the fear—it all melted away under the warmth of his pride.

She felt seen. She felt good.

’He’s proud of me,’ she thought, her heart swelling with a dizzying mix of affection and lust. ’He actually thinks I’m good.’

’He’s not just being kind, but... he’s really impressed with how I do it.’

That validation was all the fuel she needed. The competitive fire in her belly roared to life, but it was no longer a frantic, desperate thing. It was a focused, predatory hunger.

She wasn’t just trying to be "good" anymore; she was on a mission to finish him.

’Alright, Mikey,’ she thought, her eyes darkening as she looked up at him, her gaze intense and unwavering. ’You think you’re impressed? Just wait...’

’You think you’ve seen what I can do? You haven’t seen anything yet.’

’I’m going to take you to the edge.’

’I’m going to make you lose control so completely that you won’t even remember your own name.’

’I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll be shaking for an hour.’

She moved back in, her hands gripping his thighs with a new, commanding strength. She wasn’t just a submissive girl anymore; she was a woman who knew exactly what her target was, and she was coming for it with everything she had.

’I want to be the first to at least make him lose himself!’