Chapter 390. Carrying Her While Giving Her The Peak Of Pleasure!**

Chapter 390: 390. Carrying Her While Giving Her The Peak Of Pleasure!**

She looked at his face, the sweat dripping from his jaw, the focused, almost possessive intensity in his gaze, and the terrifying truth sank in. ’But he doesn’t look like he’s lying at all... he looks like he’s claiming his territory.’

"Fuck, Aveline! You’re so fucking tight!" Mike roared, his cock sliding through her slick heat with wet, obscene sounds. "I want to fill you so full you can’t even walk tomorrow!"

"I want to leave my mark so deep inside you that you’ll never forget who owns you!"

"OHHHH!! MIKE!! YES!! FILL ME!! FUCK!! AAAAAHHHHH!!" Aveline shrieked, her hips bucking against the wall instinctively.

Her right hand scraped against the wallpaper as she fought to stay upright, her body responding to his primal claim. "DO IT!! MAKE ME YOURS!!"

"FUCK MY CUNT!! FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN’T THINK!!"

SLURP! SQUELCH! THWACK!

The pace became frenetic. Mike was no longer just fucking her; he was claiming her.

Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, each wet slap a punctuation mark to his dominance. Aveline was lost in it—the sound of their bodies, the feeling of him stretching her to her limits, and the terrifying, thrilling possibility that his dark offer was more than just empty taunting.

She was screaming at the top of her lungs now, a raw, unhinged sound of pure surrender as she rode the waves of pleasure he was forcing her to endure.

Mike wasn’t satisfied with just having her leg hooked around his waist; he wanted total control over the angle of penetration.

Reaching down, he wrapped both massive arms around Aveline’s raised left leg, gripping her thigh like a vice and pulling it back toward her own shoulder. This forced her pelvis to tilt upward at an extreme angle, exposing her most sensitive depths to his relentless assault.

SQUELCH THWACK! SQUELCH THWACK!

"Oh... oh fuck, Mike..." Aveline gasped, her voice trembling as the new angle drove him impossibly deep. "You... you know exactly what you’re doing..."

"How do you know how to do this? You have so much... experience... you’ve tried everything, haven’t you?" The way he manipulated her body, shifting from brutal dominance to precise anatomical exploitation, made it clear he was a master of this kind of debauchery.

Mike let out a dark, hungry chuckle against her neck, his breath hot and damp. "Experience? Sweetheart, I’ve spent my whole life learning exactly how to break women like you."

"And you? You’re my favorite project."

Without warning, he shifted his grip. Instead of letting her lean against the wall, he hooked both arms under her ass and thighs, effortlessly lifting her off the floor.

Aveline let out a startled yelp as she suddenly found herself airborne, her entire body weight supported solely by his powerful arms.

"Hold on tight, Aveline," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "I’m not letting you go."

Desperate to stay connected to him, Aveline reacted instinctively. She wrapped both arms around his thick neck in a vice-like embrace, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Simultaneously, she locked her legs around his hips as tightly as possible, her ankles crossing behind his lower back to create a human vice. She was physically fused to him now, her inner walls clamping around his cock with every movement.

Then he started to move. He began to thrust while standing, carrying her full weight as his hips drove upward into her.

SLAP! SQUELCH! PLAP! SQUELCH!

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!! OH GOD!! OH MY GOD!!" Aveline’s scream was primal, echoing off the walls.

This was it, the absolute peak. Because she was wrapped around him so tightly, there was no space between them; every thrust felt like it was vibrating through her entire skeleton.

The sensation of being carried while being impaled was overwhelming, a disorienting mix of vulnerability and intense, intimate connection. "MIKE!! IT’S TOO MUCH!! IT’S TOO GOOD!! I CAN’T... AAAAHHH!!"

"You can handle it!" Mike roared, his muscles bulging as he fought the strain of carrying her while maintaining a punishing pace. "Feel how deep I am!"

"Feel how you’re taking every inch of me!"

The sound of their bodies colliding was deafening, the wet, sucking sounds of her cunt gripping him mixed with the rhythmic, meaty slap of his pelvis hitting her ass.

SQUISH PLAP! SQUISH PLAP!

Aveline’s mind went completely blank. The world narrowed down to three things: the iron grip of his arms around her, the crushing pleasure where they joined, and the sound of her own unhinged screaming.

She felt like she was floating in a sea of pure electricity. Her thighs burned from the effort of leglocking him, but she refused to loosen her grip even for a second.

She wanted more. She wanted to be consumed by him.

"FUCK ME!! MIKE!! FUCK ME UNTIL I DIE!!" she shrieked, her head thrashing wildly. "I LOVE IT!! I LOVE HOW YOU OWN ME!!"

"OH GOD!! YES!! RIGHT THERE!! RIGHT THERE!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her climax was building again, stronger and more violent than anything before, triggered by the sheer intensity of the position.

Her internal muscles began to flutter and spasm around him, milking him desperately. Mike felt it too, the way her body was trying to swallow him whole, and he responded by increasing his speed to a frenzied, desperate tempo, each thrust more powerful than the last as they both raced toward a catastrophic release.

The sensation was beyond anything Aveline had ever imagined. As Mike continued to thrust while carrying her, her entire reality began to fracture and reform around the raw, overwhelming pleasure he was providing.

Her heart wasn’t just beating; it was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, each pulse synced to the punishing rhythm of his hips.

THWACK! SQUELCH! PLAP!

’Is this real?’ she wondered through a haze of ecstasy. ’I thought this was something you only saw on screens... something fabricated for fantasies.’

’The way he holds me, the way he controls every angle without breaking a sweat... it’s impossible.’

’But it’s real. It’s so fucking real.’

"Oh god, Mike... oh fuck, Mike!!" Aveline cried out, her voice cracking as she buried her face against his neck, breathing in the salt and musk of his skin. "This is... this is insane!"

"I never knew... I never knew it could feel like this!"

"You’re so good at this... you’re so fucking amazing at this!"

The vulnerability of being suspended in the air, completely dependent on his strength while being impaled so deeply, sent waves of unfamiliar emotion through her. It wasn’t just lust anymore; it was a terrifying, exhilarating form of devotion.

"You’re so charming when you’re like this," she whimpered between gasps, her words tumbling out in a delirious stream of consciousness. "Most men would be struggling, but you... you make me feel like I’m flying."

"You’re carrying me like I’m some kind of precious princess, but you’re fucking me like I’m your property! It’s perfect! It’s so fucking perfect!!"

Her legs tightened around his waist even further, her inner muscles convulsing around his cock in desperate, involuntary waves. "I can hug you so tight... I can feel every inch of you against me while you hold me up... I’ve never felt so seen, so claimed..."

PLAPPP!!!

"AAAAAHHHHH!! OH GOD, MIKE!! DON’T STOP!! DON’T YOU DARE STOP!!"

Mike’s response was a guttural growl that rumbled through his chest and directly into hers. "You like being my princess, do you?"

"You like how easy it is for me to take whatever I want from you?" His thrusts became even more vicious, his cock bottoming out against her cervix with each wet, sucking impact.

SQUISH PLAP! SQUISH PLAP!

"Yes!! Yes, I love it!!" Aveline screamed, her back arching as another wave of pleasure threatened to shatter her mind. "I love how strong you are!"

"I love how you know exactly how to break me and make me feel like I’m alive at the same time!!"

"Fuck, Mike!! More!! Give me more!!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as the physical sensations began to blur together.

The sound of her own moans, the wet slapping of their bodies, and the steady, powerful rhythm of Mike’s breathing created a symphony of debauchery that she never wanted to end. She felt like she was melting into him, her body becoming an extension of his own.

"You’re everything I never knew I wanted..." she sobbed out, a mix of pleasure-induced tears and raw need. "Fuck me like you own my soul!"

"Fill me up with everything you have!!"

"AAAAAHHHHHH!! MIKE!! OH GOD, YES!!"

"RIGHT THERE!! RIGHT THERE!! FUCK ME!!!!"

Aveline’s grip on Mike tightened to an almost painful degree. Her fingers dug into the dense muscle of his back, her nails leaving crimson crescents in his skin as she fought to pull him even closer, as if she could physically merge their two bodies into one.

In her delirium, she needed to mark him back to claim the claimer.

Her teeth found the corded muscle of his neck.

"Mmmph—" she groaned against his skin as she sank her teeth in, sucking hard, leaving dark, blooming love bites across his jugular.

She moved lower, her lips trailing hot saliva across his collarbone before she bit down on the hard swell of his shoulder. She wanted him to carry her marks everywhere he went; she wanted every person who looked at him to know he had been thoroughly claimed by her.

’Nnngh... slurp... mmmph...’