Chapter 240: 240. All That Effort To Make Me Come Is Just Useless! (She’s My Toy Now!)**

The clock on the phone was a relentless, pulsing red eye, watching Sabrina’s descent into a beautiful, frantic madness. The timer ticked past the three-minute mark, and the desperation in her soul had transitioned from a spark into a roaring, consuming wildfire.

She wasn’t just trying to win anymore; she was trying to survive the sheer physical toll of her own ambition.

She was pushing herself past the point of comfort, past the point of pain, and straight into a territory of pure, unadulterated grit. Her jaw felt like it was being held together by nothing but sheer willpower, the muscles in her cheeks aching with a dull, throbbing cramp that made her entire face feel heavy.

Every time she slammed her mouth down on him, she felt the sickening, delicious sensation of her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, a fine line between a perfect suction and a painful scrape.

"Schlop... gluck... mmmph gluck... slrrp... chhh slurp!"

The sounds were wet, rhythmic, and increasingly violent. She was no longer a professor; she was a creature of pure instinct, her head bobbing with a frantic, punishing tempo.

She used her tongue to trace the heavy, throbbing veins that snaked up the length of him, her mouth creating a vacuum so intense she could feel the blood rushing to her own lips.

’Come on... please... just break... just give in,’ she pleaded silently, her mind a chaotic mess of erotic desperation. ’I can feel you pulsing... you’re so hard, so massive... it has to be enough...!’

’It has to be...! If it’s not enough, then what the hell am I even doing!?’

She increased the pressure, her hands gripping his thick thighs so hard her knuckles turned white. She was trying to use her entire body to drive the sensation home, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps through her nose.

She was swallowing him as deep as she could, her throat constricting in a rhythmic, desperate attempt to milk the very essence of him.

"Gluck... mmm gluck... schloooop... slrrp... ghhh gluck!"

The physical cost was immense. Her eyes were streaming tears, blurring her vision so that Mike was nothing more than a dark, looming silhouette above her.

Her throat felt raw, as if she had been swallowing hot coals, and the constant, heavy impact of his girth against her soft palate was starting to leave her feeling bruised from the inside out. She was literally hurting herself, her muscles twitching with fatigue, her jaw trembling so violently it was difficult to maintain the seal of her lips.

But every time she felt a surge of progress, every time she felt the heat of him intensify, it vanished as quickly as it came. He remained a fortress. He remained unyielding.

Mike watched her, his head tilted back against the rim of the tub, his eyes hooded and dark. He could feel the incredible intensity of her, the way her throat was trying to crush him, and the way her tongue was dancing a frantic, desperate jig around his head.

He could feel the heat of her, the sheer, unbridled effort she was pouring into every single suction. It was a magnificent display of stamina and hunger.

"You’re working so hard, Sabrina," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that she felt more than heard through the mass of him. "You’re practically trying to swallow me whole..."

"The suction is incredible... the way you’re using your throat... it’s almost there."

He let out a slow, measured breath, his hips giving a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

"But you’re still just fighting the sensation," he continued, his tone maddeningly calm, a stark contrast to her frantic movements. "You’re trying to force me to cum, like you’re trying to solve a math problem!"

"You’re using technique, you’re using speed, you’re using force... but you’re not using the real you!" Mike said with a grin. "You’re so focused on the goal that you’re missing the moment."

He reached down, his large fingers brushing against her wet, flushed cheek, a gesture that felt both intimate and patronizing.

"Look at you," he whispered, his eyes tracking the way her jaw strained to hold him. "You’re exhausted!"

"You’re in pain and you’re literally shaking with the effort. And yet... here we are..."

"Still going... you’ve got less than a minute left, Professor." Mike laughed. "Are you going to break, or are you going to keep breaking yourself trying to find a way in?!"

Sabrina heard him, but the sheer volume of him in her mouth muffled the words. All she could hear was the sound of her own frantic, wet efforts and the thundering beat of her own heart.

’One minute,’ she thought, a frantic, hysterical edge to her internal voice. ’One minute left...’

’If he doesn’t break in sixty seconds, he owns me... and not just that, but... he owns everything!’

’So don’t stop...! Don’t you dare stop! Squeeze harder! Suck harder! Break him before he breaks you!’

With a final, desperate surge of energy, she redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving in a blurred, violent rhythm that sent sprays of saliva and water flying, her entire being focused on the impossible task of conquering the man who seemed to have no end.

The air in the bathroom was thick, heavy with the scent of steam, expensive soap, and the raw, musky aroma of sex. Sabrina was no longer just a woman performing a feat; she was a woman drowning in a sea of sensation, her entire world reduced to the dark, pulsing heat filling her mouth.

The sounds she was making were no longer just rhythmic; they were desperate, wet, and almost primal. Every time she pulled back slightly to catch a frantic breath, she would immediately lunge forward again, her lips sealing around him with a sound like a heavy boot stepping into deep mud.

"Schloooop... gluck... mmm gluck... slrrp... chhh slurp... gluck!"

The friction was becoming a beautiful agony. She could feel the skin of her lips stretching so thin they felt like they might tear, and the constant, heavy impact of his glans against her soft palate was sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

She was working her jaw with a violence that made her vision swim, her throat constricting in a series of rapid, rhythmic pulses that she hoped and prayed would be enough to force a reaction.

’It’s not working... why isn’t it working?!’ her mind screamed, the internal monologue becoming a frantic, looping chant of panic. ’He’s too much... He’s too fucking much!’

’It’s like trying to drain an ocean with a straw...! Every time I think I’ve found a rhythm, every time I think I’ve got him on the edge, he just... he just stays there.’

’He stays hard, he stays calm, and he just watches me break.’

She felt a sob catch in her throat, though it was muffled by the sheer mass of him. The realization was settling in like a cold, heavy weight in her gut: this might never end.

She could do this for hours; she could suck until her jaw dislocated and her throat was raw and bleeding, and he might still just sit there, laughing at her.

’This is my last stand,’ she thought, a hysterical edge creeping into her consciousness. ’This is the final minute...’

’One minute of strength left before the wall crumbles...’

’If the timer hits zero and he hasn’t broken... then the game is over... Then the ’professor’ becomes nothing more than a toy... A piece of meat...’

’A fucktoy for him to use however he wants, whenever he wants. He’ll take me from behind, he’ll use me in the car, he’ll use me until I can’t walk... and the worst part is, I’ll let him.’

’Because I’ll have lost.’ 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

She redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming almost manic. She was using her tongue to aggressively scrape against the underside of his shaft, her suction so intense it felt like she was trying to pull his very soul through her throat.

"Slrrp... gluck... mmmph gluck... schloooop! Schloooop!"

Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners and running down her flushed cheeks, dripping into the bathwater. She was pushing herself into a state of pure, unthinking exertion, her muscles screaming in protest, her entire body trembling with the effort of her final, desperate assault.

Then, she heard it.

Mike’s voice. It wasn’t a roar; it was a calm, terrifyingly steady countdown.

It cut through the wet, slapping sounds of her mouth like a blade through silk.

"Ten..." he murmured, his voice vibrating through his cock and directly into her throat.

’No... no, no, no!’ Sabrina thought, her heart leaping into her throat. ’Not yet! Just a few more seconds! Just one more perfect suction! Please!’

"Nine... eight..."

She increased the speed, her head bobbing with a frantic, blurring intensity. She was practically vibrating, her mouth a whirlwind of wet, desperate noise.

"Gluck gluck gluck gluck... mmmph... slrrp!"

"Seven... six..."

The terror was absolute now. She felt the timer on the phone was a ticking bomb, and she was the one standing in the blast zone.

She felt small and insignificant. She felt like a girl playing a game whose rules she had never truly understood.

"Five... four..."

She gave everything she had left. She clamped her lips tight, creating a vacuum so powerful it made her own ears pop, her throat convulsing in a final, massive, rhythmic squeeze that felt like it was trying to wring him dry.

"Three... two..."

She held her breath, her entire existence suspended in that final, agonizing second of hope.

"One."