Chapter 153: 153. Her Bra Slipped Because Of Me And Now I Lick It!**

Maya sat there on the cold floor, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her massive tits partially covered only by her arms as she instinctively clutched them to her chest, trying to shield her modesty from his predatory gaze.

The cold air of the cabin bit at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Mike’s massive, tanned body as he loomed over her.

As she looked up at him, the terrifying reality of her situation crashed down on her. She saw the way he looked at her not as a friend, not even as a woman to be wooed, but as a conquest to be taken.

’Oh god,’ she thought, a wave of pure dread washing over her, ’if he doesn’t stop... if he keeps going... he’s going to strip me bare and take me right here on this floor like an animal.’

’He’s going to rape me, and Marc won’t even know...’ The thought of Marc of her boyfriend made her want to scream, but the sheer dominance Mike radiated paralyzed her.

’I need to calm down and think!’

She knew he wasn’t the type of man to be reasoned with through logic or pleas for mercy. He was a force of nature, a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her.

Mike began to move, not away from her, but around her. He circled her like a shark, his heavy footsteps thudding on the wood, until he was positioned directly behind her back. M

aya felt the heat of him just inches from her spine, his presence a heavy, suffocating weight. She could feel his eyes tracing the curves of her back and the swell of her hips.

’I have no choice but... to pretend to accept his idea...’

She knew she couldn’t fight him forever. His strength was too great, and the isolation of the storm was too absolute.

If she didn’t give him something, he would simply take it by force, and the thought of a violent, unbridled struggle was more terrifying than the thought of submission. Trembling, her voice barely a whisper, she tried to negotiate with the devil.

"Mike... please," she stammered, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his breath on her neck. "If... if this is truly just to warm us up... if it’s just to get through the night... then... then I’ll do it."

"Promise me... Just... just keep it to that."

She was lying to herself, and she knew he probably knew it too, but it was her only lifeline. She was offering him a way to pretend this was "innocent," hoping that by giving him a semblance of choice, she could control the violence of his passion.

But as Mike let out a low, dark chuckle behind her, she realized she had just given the predator exactly what he needed to begin the feast.

"Seriously...? I’m glad you’re finally being obedient!"

...

The cabin was silent except for the relentless drumming of the rain on the roof. In the dim light, the air had become thick and heavy with an electric tension.

Mike had moved with a brutal efficiency, stripping himself down to his boxers, his massive, tanned muscles rippling with every movement. Maya, her hands shaking, had followed suit, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

She felt small and frail compared to him, a pale shadow of a woman against his overwhelming physicality. ’I ended up doing this... but I do hope he’ll give me a break...’

’Please come sooner... Marc...’

Mike had scooped her up, his strong arms hoisting her easily onto his lap. He pulled the discarded jacket over both of them, creating a makeshift tent of fabric that shielded them from the chill of the cabin.

For a moment, Maya leaned into him, grateful for the warmth, her massive breasts pressed against his hard chest. She tried to convince herself that this was a necessary survival tactic, a way to ward off the encroaching cold.

But as she felt the heat radiating from him, she realized that Mike’s intentions had nothing to do with survival.

Beneath the jacket, Mike’s hands began to move. He didn’t ask permission; he simply took.

His large, rough hands slid upward, his fingers finding the undersides of her massive breasts. He gripped them firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, crushing them against his palms.

"W-wait...!" Maya gasped, her body jerking in surprise.

"Mike! Stop! Haahhh... hhnnn..." she protested, her voice strained. "We said... we said this was just to warm up! You promised!"

Mike’s response was a low, guttural laugh that vibrated against her back. He didn’t let go; instead, he squeezed harder, his fingers kneading her tits with a possessive intensity that made her breath hitch.

"You’re right," he murmured, his voice dark and thick with desire. "We need to get even warmer because this isn’t enough." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Anyway... your boobs are really big, Maya." Mike grinned. "What size is it? I bet it’s bigger than a J-cup, huh?"

"D-Didn’t you say we’re just warming up?! Stop touching me!" Maya glanced at her back. "Hahh... ahh..."

"But we have no blanket, so it’s still cold if we’re not moving right?"

He shifted her on his lap, pulling her tighter against him so that there was no space left between them. His thumbs began to rhythmically massage her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, the friction sending jolts of heat through her body.

"The heat has to come from somewhere, Maya," Mike whispered, his lips almost touching her ear. "And I think we both know that the best way to get warm is to get as close as possible."

"Just a little taste... just to get the fire started."

Maya tried to push him away, but her hands were trapped against his chest, and her strength was fading. She could feel his hard, muscular body pressing into her, his scent filling her lungs.

’What do I do...? This guy... he wanted to do this right from the start!’

"Man... how did you even find such a huge bra?" Mike asked.

Despite her protests, a treacherous part of her was beginning to enjoy the sensation of his hands on her, the way he dominated her body and mind without even trying. She was beginning to realize that the "warmth" he spoke of had nothing to do with the storm outside, and everything to do with the hunger burning inside him.

"Ahh~ I really wanna see your nipples."

Mike wasn’t interested in the slow burn anymore; he wanted the fire to erupt. Without a word of warning, he reached under the jacket and hooked his fingers into the lace of her bra.

With one powerful, decisive yank, he tore the garment up and off her body, tossing it aside into the darkness. "Oops! It slipped!"

Maya let out a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widening as she felt the sudden rush of cool air against her bare skin. "Ahh!"

Mike’s eyes dropped to her chest, a triumphant, predatory smirk curling his lips. He noticed immediately: her nipples were standing tall, pink and rock hard, reacting to his touch and the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Ooh~! The nipples are already so hard~!"

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING! S-STOP!"

She felt utterly exposed, her massive, heavy tits swaying freely in the dim light. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her modesty, but she couldn’t hide the truth from him.

"Isn’t the bra in the way?"

"Don’t push your luck!"

"Don’t hide them," Mike growled, his voice thick with lust.

He reached out, his large hands catching her wrists to pull her arms away from her breasts. "You’re already begging for it."

"Look at them, Maya... They’re practically screaming for me."

"But... Marc..." she stammered, her face flushing a deep crimson. "He’s my boyfriend, Mike! This is... this is wrong!"

"Marc isn’t here to feel them," Mike countered, his dominance absolute. "He isn’t here to make them react like this."

"He isn’t here to claim them. I am." Mike grinned. "And I fucking know that already so shut the fuck up!"

"Let’s keep this a secret, alright?!"