Chapter 101: 101. And~! She Finally Knocked Up After Receiving So Many Creampies!**

"Look at that face!" Mike roared, pointing at the mirror. "Look at how much you love being my fucking slut!"

"You’re fucking addicted to this!"

"Yes! Yes! There’s no denying it anymore!" Ellie screamed, her voice cracking. "I fucking need it so much!"

"I need you to fuck me like this every goddamn day! Fuck me harder! Break me completely!"

The phone captured everything the way her body shuddered with every thrust, the way her pussy wept around his thick shaft, and the sheer, unadulterated lust in her shattered eyes as she looked at herself being absolutely fucking destroyed by the man she adored.

And as Mike reached his breaking point, his body tensing as he prepared to release his hottest, thickest load yet, Ellie’s entire world narrowed down to that one, perfect, fucking moment of total, beautiful destruction.

Mike’s massive hands tightened around Ellie’s waist, his fingers digging into her hips like talons as he continued to hammer into her with fucking primal ferocity. The mirror was completely fogged over from their combined heat, leaving only a smear of her blood and his cum to reveal the absolute fucking depravity happening in front of it.

"You know what’s fucking hilarious, bitch?!" Mike growled, his dark chest heaving against her back as he drove his cock deep into her still-aching cunt.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"We should fucking drag you to Stanley’s bed...! Right fucking now while he is still sleeping, and god, that would be so fucking funny, and I want it to happen!"

Ellie’s breath hitched, her shattered mind struggling to process the suggestion. The thought of Mike’s massive, sweaty body violently having sex with her in the very bed where she used to sleep safely with Stanley sent an electric jolt through her already fried nervous system.

’W-why does he always have a good idea like this...? And it’s always evil, even though Stanley was his childhood friend... but still... Stanley’s going to wake up to this...?"

’To me, being absolutely fucked open by his fucking childhood friend? To see me like this? This is so fucking twisted... I love it... I fucking love it...!’

"Fuck... Stanley’s gonna fucking hate seeing me like this," she gasped out, her voice a wrecked, breathy whisper. "He’s going to wake up to the sound of you fucking me and the smell of your cum all over his fucking pillows..."

"That’s the point, slut," Mike barked, grabbing a mouthful of her hair and yanking her head back so she had to watch herself in the mirror, her own face twisted in a mixture of terror and pure, unadulterated lust. "I want him to hear you screaming my name while he’s still half asleep."

"I want him to wake up to the fucking reality that you’re mine now...!"

A perverse, evil thrill raced through Ellie’s veins. The thought of being thoroughly and violently fucked by the man who had completely claimed her, while destroying Stanley in the most intimate way possible, made something snap inside her.

It was the final nail in the coffin of her old self. The girl who cared about Stanley’s feelings was dead.

This new, ruined, fucked out creature that Mike had created? She wanted to destroy him too.

But then, a tiny, pathetic part of her, the part that still remembered what it was like to be loved by Stanley, flinched at the thought.

"Wait," she managed to choke out, her fingers digging into Mike’s thick biceps as she arched her back against him. "Mike... wait... no... not now..."

Mike paused, his cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with heat. He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing with amused curiosity.

"The fuck you mean ’not now’?"

"I... I want to enjoy this moment with you," Ellie confessed, her voice trembling with a sudden, raw honesty that cut through her slutty bravado. "I want to savor this."

"I want to feel every fucking inch of you while I’m completely fucking present for it."

"If we do it in his bed... it’s over. It becomes a fucking game... for now... I want this to be about us first."

She turned her head just enough to look Mike in the eye, her dilated pupils wide and honest. "I want to be destroyed by you in this room, in front of this mirror, where it’s just us."

"Where you can see me completely lose my fucking mind for you."

"Let’s save Stanley’s bedroom for when I want to truly fucking break him... but right now?"

Her hips bucked instinctively against him, her pussy clamping around his shaft in a desperate, hungry spasm. "Right now, I just want you to fuck me until my fucking heart stops."

"Please... I need this to be ours..."

Mike let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through Ellie’s entire body. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her sweat-slicked ear.

"You’re fucking mine, alright? I love how you think." He gripped her hair tighter, lifting her head up so she had to stare at her own wrecked reflection. "Fine."

"We’ll stay here... I’ll fuck you so hard in this fucking bed that you’ll forget Stanley ever even fucking existed."

"Yes!" Ellie screamed, her voice cracking with pure, unadulterated worship as Mike began a new, even more violent round of fucking. "Yes! Fuck me! And give me my last creampie!"

"Make sure to wake up sooner than him so you can fucking clean this room because it smells like us! And full of sins!" Mike laughed.

And then Mike didn’t hold back anymore. He gripped her thighs with bruising force, hoisting her legs up so high her knees were almost touching her shoulders, completely exposing her ruined, dripping cunt to the camera’s lens.

The phone’s lens was practically caked in her fluids as he slammed into her with primal violence.

"Look at us, Ellie!" Mike growled, his voice a demonic rumble of pure dominance as he lunged into her.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Look at how fucking broken you are for me!"

Ellie was beyond consciousness at this point. The hours of relentless fucking had completely scrambled her brain.

As Mike crashed into her, her body instinctively arched, her hands trembling as she forced them into a peace sign right next to her face, her fingers shaking with pure, unadulterated horniness. Her eyes, completely blown out and glazed, actually seemed to form little hearts in her pupils; she was so fucking lost in the pleasure she’d forgotten how to even be human.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping with spit and Mike’s cum, her face twisted into the most shameless, slutty expression imaginable.

’Oh my god... I’m so fucking lost... I’m fucking gone...’

’I don’t even care who’s watching... just fuck me... fuck me... and... fuck me... until I’m empty.’

Mike saw her doing the peace sign and let out a dark, maniacal laugh. "That’s my good little slut!"

"Show the camera what a fucking mess you are!" He grabbed her jaw with one massive hand, forcing her to watch the screen as he prepared to deliver the final, devastating blow.

"Here it comes, Ellie! One... last... creampie..." Mike whispered while giving her a lick on her earlobe.

"HRAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Mike’s entire body went rigid as his cock began to pulse violently inside her. He buried himself so deep he hit her cervix with every fucking twitch, and then BAM.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ellie’s scream tore from her throat, a completely unhinged, primal sound that echoed off the walls as she hit a massive, body-shaking orgasm.

Her entire body convulsed around him, and her vaginal walls gripped his penis tightly, as if they were the last grasp of a dying animal. Her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites showed, her tongue flopping out completely, and her face locked in a permanent, fucked-out expression of pure ecstasy.

Mike didn’t stop. He kept pumping his massive load into her, jet after jet of thick, hot semen blasting against her cervix.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

He kept going until his entire body was shuddering with the force of it, filling her up to the absolute fucking limit. When he finally pulled out with a wet POP, Ellie didn’t even blink.

She just lay there, her eyes still rolled back, mouth open, completely knocked out by the sheer intensity of it. She was fucking gone.

Then, the deluge started.

A literal fucking waterfall of Mike’s cum began gushing out of her overfilled cunt, pouring over her thighs and onto the ruined mattress in a thick, white flood. It was obscene.

It was fucking disgusting. But... It was perfect.

Mike let out a booming, guttural laugh as he watched the cum flood out of her, his dark eyes gleaming with pure triumph. "Look at that!"

"You’re fucking overflowing with me, you slut!" He slapped her ass hard, making her limp body jiggle. "That’s mine! Every fucking drop of that is mine!"

Ellie just lay there, completely broken, completely claimed, and completely fucking done. Her body couldn’t even respond anymore; her pussy just kept pumping out his cum like a fucking faucet. She was a fucking shell of a woman, and she had never felt more satisfied in her entire fucking life.

"Hahhhhhh... I love you... Mikey..."

"I love you too, baby."