Trying to forget past.

Chapter 13 - Mike enters Mia

Mike didn't give her time to second-guess anything.

The moment Mia finished speaking, he pushed her fully onto the bed and climbed over her. His mouth crashed against hers again, rougher this time, while his hands yanked her off-shoulder top down, freeing her heavy breasts. They spilled out, full and firm from years of training, nipples already tight. He grabbed both at once, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.

"Mike—ahh—"

He ignored the half-formed protest and shoved her tennis skirt up around her waist. Her panties were already damp. He dragged them down her legs in one motion and threw them aside. When he pushed two fingers into her, she was wet enough that they slid in with almost no resistance.

Mia's back arched. "F-fuck…!"

Mike fingered her roughly for only a short while, curling against her walls, before pulling his hand away and freeing his cock completely. It was thick, hard, and already leaking. He hooked his arms under her knees, shoved her legs wide open, and lined himself up.

Then he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

"AHHH—!"

Mia's scream tore out of her throat. Her athletic body tensed hard, abs flexing, thighs trembling around him as her pussy stretched around the sudden intrusion. Mike didn't wait for her to adjust. He planted his hands on either side of her head and started fucking her with deep, heavy strokes, the sound of skin hitting skin sharp in the quiet room.

Every thrust made her breasts bounce hard. Her red hair spread across the pillow as her head tipped back. She tried to brace herself against the mattress, but the force kept driving her up the bed.

"Too deep—ahh—Mike—slow—!"

He didn't slow down. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her athletic frame nearly in half, and drove even deeper. The new angle made her scream again, louder, her voice cracking as his cock punched against her limit with every stroke. Her toned stomach flexed visibly each time he bottomed out. Sweat was already starting to shine on her skin.

Mike stared down at her while he fucked her — the way her breasts shook, the way her mouth stayed open around broken moans, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered helplessly around him. He treated her body like something to be used, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks as he hammered into her.

When he felt her walls start to tighten, he pulled out suddenly.

Mia let out a shaky, frustrated sound at the loss.

Mike flipped her onto her stomach in one strong motion, then yanked her hips up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the mattress. Her round, firm ass was lifted high, the muscles in her back and thighs standing out under her skin. He spread her cheeks with his hands and thrust back into her from behind in one hard stroke.

"AHHH—fuck—!"

The position let him go even deeper. Mike gripped her waist with both hands and started pounding her without restraint, using her body to meet every thrust. Her ass rippled with each impact. The wet, filthy sound of their bodies meeting filled the room along with Mia's raw screams.

"Harder—don't stop—ahh—ahh—!"

Her words dissolved into pure noise as he fucked her harder. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her red hair, and pulled her head back while his other hand stayed locked on her hip. The arch forced into her athletic body made her look completely controlled — spine curved, breasts hanging and swinging beneath her, mouth open as she cried out with every stroke.

Mike could feel her starting to break. Her pussy clamped down in irregular pulses, thighs shaking violently. He kept the pace ruthless until her whole body seized.

"I'm—cumming—! AHHH—!"

Mia came hard, screaming into the mattress as her walls spasmed around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves. Her arms almost gave out, but Mike held her hips up and kept thrusting through the orgasm, dragging it out until she was trembling and dripping down her own thighs.

Only when her climax started to fade did he pull out again.

Mia collapsed forward, panting, body slick with sweat. Before she could recover, Mike turned her onto her side, lifted one of her legs high, and slid back into her in a deep, angled missionary variation. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and leaned in close, almost folding her athletic frame as he started thrusting again — slower at first, but with deliberate, punishing depth.

"Mike… ahh… I can't—"

"You can," he muttered against her ear, and drove in harder.

Her breasts pressed and shifted against his chest with every movement. He bit down on her neck, leaving a clear mark, while one hand squeezed her ass hard enough to bruise. Mia's moans turned hoarse, almost broken, but her legs still locked around him as much as the position allowed.

The heat and tightness finally pushed him to the edge.

"I'm gonna fill you," he growled.

Mia's eyes widened, but her legs only tightened.

"Do it—inside—ahh—cum in me—!"

Mike slammed into the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her, pulse after pulse, while her pussy clenched around him in a second, weaker orgasm that made her cry out against his shoulder. He kept grinding into her through it, forcing every drop as deep as it would go, until the last aftershocks faded.

For a long moment they stayed locked together, both breathing hard, bodies sticky with sweat. Mia's eyes were half-lidded, her expression completely spent. Mike finally pulled out; a slow trickle of cum followed, running down the curve of her ass onto the sheets.

She was already half-asleep by the time he got up.

Mike cleaned himself up quietly, pulled his clothes back on, and looked at her one last time. Mia lay on her side, red hair messy across the pillow, naked body marked with faint bruises and the bite on her neck, still breathing evenly in exhausted sleep.

He stepped out, closed the door behind him, and heard the automatic lock engage with a soft click.

By the time he reached his dorm building, the sky was already starting to lighten with early morning. His body felt heavy from the long night, but his head was clear.

When he turned the corner toward his room, he stopped.

As he approached his room, he noticed a letter slipped beneath the door. A faint smile appeared on his face as he picked it up and carefully broke the seal.

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