Corrupted And Bred In His Bed

Chapter 3: Kitchen Counter

Emma froze, impaled on Jax’s throbbing c**k, her slick walls still fluttering around his thick shaft from the last orgasm. The knock came again, sharper this time. “Delivery for Mark! Got a signature needed!”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. The large kitchen window overlooked the front yard, and the delivery guy’s voice sounded mere feet away from the door, which was only steps from where they stood. She was pressed against the glass, t**s flattened on the cool surface, her flushed face and messy hair visible to anyone who glanced toward the house. Jax’s c**k twitched deep inside her, stretching her married p***y obscenely, his hips still making tiny, filthy circles that ground his pubic bone against her ass.

“Jax—f**k—stop,” she whispered frantically, her voice a broken whimper. Panic flooded her chest, but her body betrayed her. Another involuntary clench rippled around him, milking his length as fresh cream dripped down his balls.

He chuckled darkly against her ear, one hand tightening around her throat while the other slapped her swollen c**t lightly, making her jolt. “Why would I stop, w***e? You’re dripping down my c**k like a faucet. Tell him to wait.”

The knock sounded a third time, louder, more impatient. “Hello? Anyone home?”

Emma’s mind spun. Mark’s name. Her husband’s name. The man who paid for this house, this kitchen, this life. And here she was—bent over like a cheap slut, stuffed full of another man’s d**k in broad daylight. Shame burned her cheeks, but it only made her p***y throb harder.

Jax didn’t pull out. Instead, he slowly rolled his hips, dragging his massive c**k along her sensitive walls in long, deliberate strokes. The wet, squelching sound of her creampied cunt was obscenely loud in the quiet house. “Answer him, baby. Or I’ll carry you to the door like this.”

She shook her head wildly, but Jax’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make stars dance in her vision. He thrust up hard once, forcing a moan out of her before she could clamp her lips shut.

“J-just a minute!” Emma called out, her voice shaky and far too breathy. She prayed the delivery guy couldn’t hear the way her t**s were squeaking against the glass with every tiny thrust Jax gave her.

Jax grinned like a predator. He pulled her back slightly from the window, just enough that her n*****s were no longer pressed to the glass, but kept her fully impaled. Then he started f*****g her again—slow, deep, punishing strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple. Each thrust pushed a fresh mix of their juices down her thighs.

The delivery guy sighed audibly from outside. “Ma’am, I’ve got a package here from… looks like electronics? Signature required. Can you come out?”

Jax spun her around without pulling out, keeping her legs hooked over his arms in a standing full nelson. Her back was to his chest, his c**k buried to the hilt as he walked them quietly toward the front hallway. Every step bounced her on his d**k, the head kissing her cervix brutally. Emma bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting back moans.

“Be a good little wife and sign for your husband’s package,” Jax whispered, nipping her earlobe. “While I fill this cheating cunt again.”

He stopped just out of sight of the door’s side window, but close enough that if the delivery man leaned in, he might see movement. Jax lowered her feet to the floor but kept her bent forward at the waist, one hand fisted in her hair. He slammed back into her from behind with a wet slap, forcing her to brace her hands on the hallway table right next to the door.

Emma’s legs trembled violently. “I-I’m coming!” she yelled toward the door, the double meaning not lost on Jax, who chuckled and started pounding her harder. The table creaked under her grip. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her c**t, loud enough that she was terrified the man outside could hear.

The delivery guy shifted on the porch. “Everything okay in there? You sound… winded.”

Jax reached around and rubbed her c**t in fast, brutal circles while jackhammering into her soaked p***y. Emma’s eyes rolled back. She was so close again, shame and terror twisting into the hottest pleasure she’d ever felt.

“Y-yes! Just… just got out of the shower!” she lied, voice cracking as another orgasm threatened to rip through her. Jax yanked her head back by the hair and growled low in her ear, “c*m on my c**k while you talk to him, slut.”

She fumbled for the doorknob, cracking the door open just a few inches, keeping her lower body hidden behind it. The delivery guy—a young man in his twenties—stood there holding a tablet and a large box. His eyes widened slightly at her flushed face, messy hair, and the loose tank top barely covering her hard n*****s.

“Sign here, please,” he said, extending the tablet.

Emma reached out with a trembling hand, trying to steady the stylus. Behind the door, Jax never stopped. He f****d her in short, vicious thrusts, grinding deep every time she tried to focus. Her p***y gushed around him, a fresh squirt threatening to run down her legs and pool on the floor where the delivery guy might see if he looked down.

She scribbled something illegible on the screen, biting back a moan as Jax’s c**k hit that perfect spot over and over. “Th-thank you,” she gasped.

The guy hesitated, glancing at her face again. “You sure you’re alright? You look kinda… feverish.”

Jax chose that exact moment to reach around and pinch her c**t hard while slamming balls-deep. Emma came violently, her knees buckling. She gripped the doorframe, a choked moan escaping as her walls spasmed and squirted around Jax’s c**k. The delivery guy’s eyes widened further, but he couldn’t see below her waist.

“I’m fine—really!” she squeaked, voice wrecked. “Just… allergies. Thank you!”

She slammed the door shut before he could respond, collapsing forward as Jax roared and flooded her p***y with a third massive load. Thick ropes of hot c*m painted her insides while he growled filthy praises against her neck. “Good girl. Taking Daddy’s c*m while your husband’s package sits right there.”

Emma sobbed with pleasure, her body shaking through aftershocks as c*m leaked heavily down her thighs, joining the mess already there. Jax kept her pinned against the hallway table, c**k still twitching inside her as he ground out the last drops.

But he wasn’t done increasing the tension.

He pulled out with a wet pop, spun her around, and lifted her onto the hallway table. Her legs spread wide automatically as he shoved back inside her overflowing cunt in one brutal thrust. “We’re not moving from here until you’ve c*m again,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And this time, you’re going to scream my name loud enough that if that delivery kid is still walking to his truck, he’ll hear exactly what a cheating kitchen w***e you are.”

Emma’s eyes widened in fresh panic, but her hips were already rolling to meet his thrusts. The risk, the shame, the constant leaking of his c*m—it all blended into overwhelming lust. Jax f****d her relentlessly on the table, the front door only inches away, the afternoon light streaming in and illuminating every filthy detail: her bouncing t**s, her cream-covered thighs, the way her married p***y stretched obscenely around his thick c**k.

Another knock—lighter this time—sounded on the door. “Ma’am? Forgot to give you the tracking number!”

Jax laughed darkly and slammed into her harder, slapping her t**s as he did. “Answer it again, baby. This time, I want him to hear you moan.”

The tension coiled tighter in her belly, sharper than ever. Emma was trapped between terror and ecstasy, her body completely owned, her mind fracturing under the weight of how much she craved every second of it.