"Mike, I don't want to eat," she said nervously but Mike forcefully grabbed her face and shoved the spoon inside her mouth.
"F*ck, you need to eat. Swallow it or you'll regret it. Don't test my patience, Denise," he said as nausea set in and the pit in her stomach became increasingly painful. Denise then covered her mouth and dashed to the restroom.
Fortunately, She fell to the floor right next to the toilet. Denise then gagged and gagged until her body surrendered and vomited. Her brow began to sweat, and her body began to sag as her head began to spin, she then quickly stood up and wash.
Mike stepped near the door, watching her as she looked in the mirror at him.
"Why didn't you tell me you are not okay?" Mike asked, pinching the bridge of his nose and staring at her.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I was anxious you'd hurt me," she shuddered, tapping her stomach, her heartbeat racing too fast. She avoided making eye contact, hoping he wouldn't notice her tears.
Mike sighed, "Come here," he said but Denise backed away and hesitate for a bit as her hands trembled with fear.
He leaned in and grabbed his hands and stared at her then hold his palm to her forehead.
"Rest for now; maybe you're just tired," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You still need to eat later," he added as Denise remained silent and cast a glance at the floor. She followed him into the kitchen and took a seat. "Are you going to disobey me again?" he asked Denise, shaking her head and staring at him.
"I almost missed him since I didn't notice how attractive he looked today," she said to herself, secretly blushing but quickly shaking her head when she realized what she was thinking.
Richard then appeared to notice her staring at him and smirked.
Mike's c*ck began to harden against his pants, threatening to bulge out at any moment. Denise slid away, noticing his bulge, but Mike craved her skin against his more and more each second.
Mike desired Denise's body heat.
Mike's voice stiffened as he said, "Sweetie." "Hurry up and eat now, don't make me repeat," he said as Denise quickly grabbed the spoon and bit into fried beef, forcing herself to swallow it. Richard then smiled contentedly. "You're a good girl."
Rebecca then pretended to smile at him while licking her lips.
"F*ck, I need her right now," he thought to himself.
Mike shifted his seat closer to her. Her hands moved down between her thighs, then to her sweet spot. Denise tenses up immediately, and her wetness builds as he licks his lips.
Denise then cast a glance at him. "M-Mike... n-not now... I'm eating," she said, swallowing hard. "Am I distracting you?" he asked, smirking.
"Please," she begs, her voice barely audible. But Mike was unconcerned. His c*ck was throbbing and pleading to be cum.
As a result, he snatched her by the waist and dragged her upstairs. She screamed and kicked, but he ignored her. "Let go!! please don't do this again!! let me go!!" she begs as Mike rushes up the stairs and opens the door quickly. He threw her on the bed, but she quickly scrambled to the other side.
Mike grabbed her leg and drew her closer to her. Her eyes began to water as she kicked and screamed. "No!!! stop it!! please!! stop!!" she yelled out loud, and it didn't take long for her to begin crying.
"Don't resist me, Denise; did you forget that you belong to me?" he exclaimed as she stared at him, terrified. "I don't care if I just f*cked you yesterday; I need you now, and I'll f*ck you whenever I want," he said, tightening his grip on her leg. "Now tell me, Denise, are you going to resist me?!?"
Denise buried her face in her arms and sobbed, "I-I understand..." "Good," he said, spreading her legs open and digging in eagerly.
Mike licked her inner thighs, marking his territory and making sure she was aware, but Denise pushed and thrashed as he only tightened his grip, keeping her in place. She eventually gave in and lay down, accepting her fate. She then wraps her arms around herself. Denise was too exhausted to brawl. Mike yanked her shirt off, leaving her in her underwear.
She yelped quietly as the cold air brushed up against her bare skin, causing shivers.
Denise quivered her body, hoping to lighten his grip, but he tightened it even more as he pushed her pantyhose aside and unbuckled his belt. She retreated in a panic, kicking and pushing him away from her. "No!!" her frail voice exclaimed. Ignoring her cries, his large pulsing c*ck shoved out and he quickly pushed it deep and hard inside her.
In distress, she screamed and winced. Mike, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned by her sobs. He was far too pleased with her right walls encircling his c*ck. "Ahh, f*ck ahhh," he groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her.
To further humiliate her, he ripped her arms from her face and pinned them on her, exposing her pale face. "Please stop it now," she says as she turns away, but Mike just laughs sinisterly.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't; you're too hot to stop this," he said, smirking at her as he pounded furiously inside her.
It didn't take long for her to make eye contact and begin sobbing in pain. Mike breathes heavily into her neck, "F*ck, sweetie. You feel so f*cking good. Ahhh...," he moans as Denise turns away in disgust and remains silent, allowing him to do his thing.
He eventually releases his warm cum inside her. Cum overflows out of her sweet spot as he pulls his huge d*ck out. "Mmmmm, sweetie. I filled you up. Did you feel so good too?" he asked as he kissed her cheeks. Denise remained silent as her breathing became heavy and her eyes closed.