Novels by D.SAM

Emma’s eyes widened in panic as Mark’s video call rang loudly through the bedroom. Jax’s fresh, thick load was still pouring out of her ruined pussy onto the sheets, and her face was a mess mascara streaks, drool, and swollen lips from the brutal throat fucking.“Answer it,” Jax ordered with a wicked grin, his voice low and commanding. He slapped his heavy cock against her cheek. “Be a good little wife. I’ll be right here.”Emma’s hands shook as she accepted the call, quickly angling the phone so only her face and upper body showed. Mark’s smiling face appeared on the screen.“Hey babe! Just wanted to see your pretty face. How’s everything at home?”Emma forced a smile, her voice hoarse and raspy. “H-hey honey… Everything's fine. Just… relaxing.” Jax didn’t wait. He moved behind her on the bed, out of frame, and shoved two thick fingers straight into her cum-filled cunt, stirring his load noisily. Emma bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, her eyes fluttering.“You sound a little off.

Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs as the delivery guy knocked again. “Hello? Delivery for Mark!” Jax’s thick cock was still buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy, throbbing against her walls. He didn’t pull his cock out. Instead, he clamped a strong hand over her mouth and started grinding slowly, stirring his cock inside her while smirking.“Answer him,” Jax whispered darkly, pinching her nipple hard. “Be a good wife.”Emma’s voice shook as she called out, barely steady. “J-just leave it on the porch! Thank you!”The delivery guy paused, then finally walked away. The second his footsteps faded, Jax slammed into her with renewed brutality, pounding her cunt against the window like a punishment. “Naughty slut almost got caught with another man’s cock inside you,” he growled, slapping her clit. Emma came instantly, squirting down his shaft while biting back screams.Jax carried her upstairs, still impaled on his dick, cum and juices running down her legs with every step. He kicked

Emma spent the rest of the morning in lust and shame. Every step she took made Jax’s thick cum leak further down her thighs, soaking into the tiny shorts she’d thrown on. She tried to do normal things, load the dishwasher, fold laundry but her mind kept drifting back to the way he’d folded her in half on the couch and pumped her full again. Her pussy felt swollen, used, and constantly throbbing. When her phone buzzed around noon with a message from Jax saying he was coming over for “lunch,” her nipples instantly hardened and fresh wetness mixed with his drying cum.She didn’t even bother changing. When the doorbell rang, she answered in just a loose top and those cum-stained shorts. Jax stepped inside, took one look at her flushed cheeks and messy hair, and smirked like he already owned her.“Still leaking my loads, aren’t you?” he growled, kicking the door shut. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her effortlessly, and carried her straight to the kitchen. The same kitchen where she

Emma stirred awake to the warm morning sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. For a moment, everything felt normal until she shifted her legs and felt it. Thick, sticky cum oozing slowly from her stretched pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her. Jax’s load from last night had leaked out all night, painting her inner thighs and leaving a wet spot on the marital bed she shared with her husband.“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice shaky. Guilt slammed into her chest like a hammer. Mark had texted her goodnight, told her he loved her, and she had replied with a heart emoji while another man’s cum was still dripping out of her. But the guilt only made her pussy long harder. She could still feel the ghost of Jax’s massive cock splitting her open, the way he’d fucked her like he owned her.Her hand slid down her body before she could even stop herself. Fingers brushed over her swollen clit, then dipped lower, pushing into her messy cunt. Two fingers sank in easily, scooping out more of

Emma just stood in the doorway waving at her husband’s car as it disappeared down the street. Two whole weeks. Fourteen days of silence in their big and empty house. She closed the door, leaned back against it, and let out a long breath. Her nipples were already hard under her thin top. For the last six months, her marriage had been a desert. Quick pecks on the cheek, polite “I’m tired” excuses, and a husband whose idea of foreplay was two minutes of clumsy rubbing before he pumped a few times and rolled over. Emma’s pussy hadn’t been properly fucked in so long she sometimes felt like she was going to lose her mind. She was just 26, curvy in all the right places with full tits, a tight waist, and ass that used to turn heads. Now she is being neglected. Her phone was in her hand before she even realized she’d picked it up. Emma. Hey… you busy tonight? Mark just left for that two-week trip. The reply came faster than it should have. Jax. On my way. Emma’s heart pounded. Ja