Corrupted And Bred In His Bed

Chapter 2: Leaking His Milk All Morning

Emma stirred awake to warm morning sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. For a brief, blissful second everything felt normal until she shifted her thighs. Thick, sticky c*m slowly oozed from her stretched p***y, soaking the sheets beneath her. Jax’s heavy load from last night had leaked out for hours, painting her inner thighs with creamy white streaks and leaving a blatant wet spot on the marital bed she shared with Mark.

“f**k…” she whispered, voice hoarse and shaky. A crushing wave of guilt slammed into her chest. Mark had texted her goodnight, told her he loved her and missed her already. She had replied with a simple heart emoji while another man’s c*m was still dripping out of her well-f****d hole. The shame burned hot, yet it only made her c**t throb harder. She could still feel the ghost of Jax’s massive c**k splitting her open, the way he’d claimed her like he owned her, the brutal stretch that made her scream “Daddy” until her voice cracked.

Her hand slid down her body before her mind could stop it. Fingers brushed over her swollen, sensitive c**t, then dipped lower, pushing into her messy cunt. Two fingers sank in easily, stirring the remnants of last night’s creampie. She scooped out more of Jax’s thick seed and brought it to her mouth, sucking them clean with a filthy moan. The salty, musky taste made her p***y clench.

“I’m such a dirty cheating slut,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. She pushed three fingers deeper, f*****g herself slowly while memories flooded her: Jax’s heavy balls slapping against her, his growl calling her his “married cumdump,” the way her wedding ring had flashed as she gripped the counter and came harder than Mark had ever made her.

Emma grabbed her phone with her free hand. Her p***y was still leaking steadily. She spread her legs wide, angled the camera down between her thighs, and hit record. Her fingers plunged in and out, creamy white c*m coating them, long strings stretching obscenely as she pulled them free. Her c**t was puffy and shiny with arousal. She made sure the diamond wedding ring on her left hand was clearly visible in every frame, glinting as she fingered another man’s load out of her married hole.

**Emma:** [Video sent]

**Emma:** Look what Daddy did to your friend’s wife… I woke up like this. Still leaking you everywhere. Come fill me again before I lose my mind.

She hit send, heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy. The risk made her even wetter. Less than five minutes later, her phone buzzed.

**Jax:** On my way. Don’t you dare clean that p***y. I want it to be sloppy.

Emma’s n*****s hardened into tight peaks. She stayed in bed for the next twenty minutes, lazily playing with her creampied hole, edging herself but never letting herself c*m. The doorbell finally rang.

She answered wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered the curve of her ass. Jax stepped inside, already rock-hard in his jeans. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in for a rough, possessive kiss that stole her breath, then walked her backward toward the living room.

“Show me,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Emma’s cheeks burned as she opened her robe and bent over the arm of the big couch the same couch where she and Mark cuddled watching movies and shared innocent kisses. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks wide, and displayed her messy, leaking p***y to him.

Jax groaned in deep approval. “Good f*****g girl. Still full of my c*m like a proper married whore.” He dropped his jeans, freeing his massive nine-inch c**k. It looked even thicker in the daylight, veins pulsing angrily, the head already glistening with pre-c*m.

He didn’t rush this time. The tension built unbearably as he rubbed the fat head up and down her c*m-slick folds, teasing her entrance, slapping it against her swollen c**t. Emma whimpered and pushed back desperately, but he held her hips firm, making her wait.

“Beg properly,” he growled.

“Please, Daddy… I’ve been leaking your c*m for hours. I need you to f**k it deeper. Please ruin me again.”

Jax finally pushed in inch by slow, deliberate inch until his heavy balls rested against her c**t. “Fuuuuck, Daddy…” Emma moaned, gripping the couch cushion. Even after last night, the stretch was intense, almost too much. “You’re so much bigger than him. I feel so full.”

Jax chuckled darkly and started f*****g her with long, possessive strokes. Deep. Grinding. Each thrust bottomed out against her cervix before dragging slowly back out, making her feel every thick vein. “Tell me, baby. Tell Daddy how my c**k compares to your husband’s pathetic little dick.”

Emma’s face burned with shame and raw lust. The words tumbled out between moans. “It’s so much better… Mark’s is small and thin. He never fills me. Never reach where you do. Your c**k ruins me, Daddy. It owns this married p***y now. I’m sorry—f**k—I’m so sorry but I can’t stop.”

Jax’s hand wrapped around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her lightheaded and dripping. He kept the slow, grinding rhythm, stirring his old c*m and her fresh juices into a creamy, obscene mess that dripped down her thighs and onto the couch.

“That’s right. This cunt belongs to me now.” He tightened his grip and thrust harder. “Your husband is out there working his ass off while I’m balls-deep in his wife’s sloppy, cheating hole. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy… thank you for f*****g me better than my husband ever could!” Emma cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt pricking her eyes. Her p***y clenched violently around him.

Jax reached down and rubbed her c**t in firm, relentless circles while lightly choking her. The dual sensation pushed her over the edge fast. She came with a guttural moan, squirting hard around his thick c**k. Clear fluid sprayed onto the couch cushions as her walls spasmed violently.

But Jax didn’t stop. He f****d her straight through it, slow and deep, drawing out every pulse until her legs shook uncontrollably and she was babbling incoherently.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and pushed her knees to her chest, folding her in half. He slid back inside her soaked p***y in one smooth thrust. The new angle let him grind perfectly against her c**t with every stroke.

“Look at me while I f**k you,” he growled, one hand still loosely around her throat. “Tell me again whose p***y this is.”

“Yours, Daddy! It’s your cheating slut p***y!” Emma’s eyes were glassy, lost in pleasure. Another orgasm built rapidly. She could feel a bigger squirt coming.

Jax leaned down, spitting into her open mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, moaning. His pace picked up still deep but getting rougher. The wet, squelching sounds of her creampied cunt filled the living room like the filthiest soundtrack.

“Gonna give you another load,” he warned, voice strained. “Gonna mix it with the first one so you’re leaking me all f*****g day. Walking around with my c*m inside you while you text your husband.”

“Yeeeeeess… please c*m inside me again!” Emma begged, voice breaking. “Breed your married w***e! Please, Daddy!”

Jax buried himself to the hilt and roared. His c**k pulsed powerfully as he pumped thick ropes of c*m deep into her womb. The sheer volume forced the previous load out around his shaft, creating an even bigger, messier flood.

Emma came again at the feeling of being flooded. She squirted hard, soaking the couch and Jax’s abs. Her whole body convulsed in his powerful grip.

They stayed locked together, panting. When he finally pulled free, a huge rush of mixed c*m gushed from her gaping hole onto the cushions. Jax scooped some up on two fingers and pushed them into her mouth. Emma sucked them clean without hesitation, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl.” He stroked her hair almost tenderly, then let his fingers drift lower, sliding between her ass cheeks. He circled her tight little asshole, pressing the tip of one thick finger inside.

Emma gasped sharply. “Daddy…”

“Just teasing for now,” he murmured, pushing the finger deeper while his thumb rubbed her oversensitive c**t. “Soon I’m going to train this tight ass. Stretch it open until you can take my c**k and still beg for more. Maybe one day I’ll even have you take both of us me in your ass while your husband watches what a real man can do.”

The filthy promise sent another spasm through her p***y, pushing out more c*m. She moaned loudly around his fingers, already aching for more despite two shattering orgasms.

Jax pulled his finger free and slapped her p***y lightly, making her jolt. “Keep my loads inside you today. No cleaning. I want you thinking about me every time it drips down your legs.”

Emma nodded weakly, body spent yet buzzing on the c*m-stained marital couch. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table.

**Mark:** Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well Miss you more than you know.

She stared at the message, thighs sticky with another man’s c*m, p***y still pulsing and leaking, lips swollen from being used so thoroughly. Fresh guilt twisted deep inside her, but it was drowned out by dark, addictive hunger.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

Jax smirked down at her, already half-hard again. “This is only day two, baby. By the end of these two weeks, you’re not going to remember what your husband’s d**k even feels like. And you’re going to love every second of it.”