Corrupted And Bred In His Bed

Chapter 4: Throat Training on My Marriage Bed

Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape. The delivery guy knocked again, louder this time, his voice carrying through the front door with innocent politeness. “Hello? Delivery for Mark! Signature required, ma’am.”

Jax’s thick c**k remained buried balls-deep in her dripping p***y, throbbing hot and heavy against her clenching walls. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he clamped a large, calloused hand firmly over her mouth, his fingers digging into her flushed cheeks. With a wicked smirk, he began grinding slowly, stirring his massive shaft inside her slick heat, the wet sounds of her arousal obscenely loud in the tense silence.

“Answer him,” Jax whispered darkly into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He pinched her sensitive n****e hard, twisting it until she whimpered into his palm. “Be a good wife, Emma. Don’t make him suspicious.”

Emma’s voice trembled as she fought to steady it, her body betraying her with another involuntary squeeze around his c**k. “J-just leave it on the porch! Thank you!” she called out, the words shaky and breathy.

The delivery guy paused. Footsteps shifted on the porch. “You sure? It’s a bit heavy, and the system needs a signature”

Jax chose that exact moment to thrust up sharply, grinding the thick head of his c**k against her G-spot. Emma’s eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against his hand. She clawed at his wrist, panic and pleasure twisting into a dangerous cocktail.

“I—I’m not dressed! Please, just leave it!” she managed, her voice cracking. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Every second the man lingered outside felt like an eternity, the risk of him peering through the window or knocking again sending icy spikes of terror down her spine. Jax’s low chuckle rumbled against her back as he rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, forcing her to feel every inch while she lied to the stranger.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the delivery guy muttered something and walked away. The moment his footsteps faded down the driveway, Jax unleashed. He slammed into her with brutal force, pounding her cunt against the window like a savage punishment for her hesitation. “Naughty f*****g slut,” he growled, slapping her swollen c**t hard. “Almost got caught with another man’s c**k stretching your married pussy.”

Emma came instantly, her body convulsing as she squirted down his shaft, clear juices spraying onto the floor. She bit back screams, her vision blurring with the intensity.

Jax didn’t give her time to recover. He scooped her up, still impaled on his d**k, her legs dangling as c*m and her own juices ran in sticky trails down her thighs with every step up the stairs. The ascent was torturous each bounce forced his c**k deeper, rubbing her raw and sensitive walls. By the time he kicked open the door to the master bedroom the sacred space she shared with Mark, Emma was a trembling, leaking mess.

He threw her onto the marital bed, the familiar scent of Mark’s cologne still lingering on the pillows. “On your back. Head hanging off the edge,” he commanded, stripping off his shirt to reveal his ripped, tattooed torso glistening with sweat.

Emma obeyed, heart racing with a mix of shame and forbidden excitement. She positioned herself so her head dangled over the side, blood rushing to her face as she stared upside down at their wedding photo on the nightstand. Mark smiled happily in the frame, frozen in a moment of pure love, while she lay there, p***y gaping and leaking another man’s c*m onto the sheets they’d picked out together.

Jax stood over her, stroking his massive, glistening c**k. The heavy shaft slapped against her upside-down face, smearing her own creamy juices across her lips and cheeks. “Time to train that throat, baby. Open wide for Daddy.”

He pushed forward. The thick head stretched her mouth obscenely wide as he sank in. Emma gagged instantly, her throat convulsing around the invasion, eyes watering. Jax didn’t stop. He grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and forced another inch down, then another, bulging her neck visibly.

“That’s it… take it all, you cheating whore.” He thrust deeper, cutting off her air. “Your husband never f****d your face like this, did he? Never made you choke like the desperate slut you are.”

Wet, choking sounds filled the room as drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips, running in thick rivulets down her face and into her hair. Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the mess. Jax started f*****g her throat with long, merciless strokes, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her forehead. Each thrust pushed her limits, her vision spotting from lack of oxygen. She slapped weakly at his thighs, panic rising as her lungs burned, but Jax only groaned in pleasure, holding himself deep until her throat spasmed wildly around him.

He pulled out briefly, strings of thick throat slime connecting her gasping lips to his c**k. Emma coughed violently, sucking in desperate breaths, mascara already running in black streaks down her temples. “Please… Jax… too much,” she whimpered, voice hoarse.

But her p***y was soaked, twitching with need. The degradation, the sheer wrongness of it all on her marriage bed had her aching.

“Look at the photo while I use you,” Jax ordered, roughly turning her head toward the wedding picture. Mark’s smiling face filled her blurred vision. Then Jax drove back in, skull-f*****g her harder, faster. The wet glucking sounds were filthy, pornographic. He pulled out his phone and started recording, the camera capturing every detail: her bulging throat, tear-streaked face, drooling chin, and the wedding photo prominently in the background.

“Smile for the camera, baby. Show Daddy how grateful you are.” He f****d her face with punishing rhythm, using her throat like a fleshlight. “This is what you were made for not playing housewife, but choking on real c**k while your husband’s picture watches.”

Emma’s hand drifted down frantically, rubbing her c**t in desperate circles. The lack of air, the relentless degradation, and the constant visual reminder of her betrayal pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled. Jax noticed and laughed darkly, reaching down to pinch her n*****s again, amplifying every sensation.

After several more minutes of ruthless throat abuse pulling out only to slap his slick c**k across her ruined face and make her beg for more he finally dragged her fully onto the bed. He flipped her onto all fours and slammed his c**k straight into her aching, sopping p***y from behind in one brutal thrust.

“f**k…. Daddy!” Emma screamed, her voice raw and broken from the throat f*****g.

He railed her mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the bed creaking under the force. One hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to stare directly at the wedding photo while he destroyed her cunt. His other hand spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints that burned deliciously.

“Thank me for ruining your marriage,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for ruining my marriage your c**k is so much better!” Emma wailed, another orgasm ripping through her. She squirted violently all over the sheets, soaking the marital bed, her juices mixing with the growing wet spot beneath them.

Jax roared and buried himself to the hilt. His c**k swelled inside her, erupting with thick, hot ropes of c*m pumping straight into her womb. He kept grinding deep, forcing every drop as far as possible while she trembled and moaned, completely broken beneath him.

When he finally pulled out, a river of c*m gushed from her wrecked, gaping hole onto the pristine white sheets. The sight was obscene evidence of total betrayal staining their marriage bed.

Emma’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, body limp and buzzing. But just as Jax was about to grab her hair and make her clean his c**k, her phone lit up on the nightstand. The screen flashed brightly: **Mark - Video Call**.

The cheerful ringtone echoed through the room like a siren of doom. Jax’s fresh load continued dripping out of her in thick globs, pooling between her knees. Her eyes widened in pure panic.

“Answer it,” Jax whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement. He pressed the head of his still-hard, c*m-slick c**k against her sensitive entrance again, teasing. “Be a good wife, Emma. Tell him everything’s fine… while my c*m leaks down your thighs.”

The phone kept ringing. Mark’s smiling face from the contact photo stared back at her the same smile from the wedding picture. Her hand shook as she reached for it, Jax’s fingers tightening in her hair, the tension coiling unbearably tight. One wrong moan, one breathy gasp, and her entire world could shatter.

She swiped to answer, heart hammering wildly as Jax pushed forward again, sinking half his length back into her overflowing p***y.

“Hey honey…” she breathed, forcing a smile as the video connected.