Chapter 1: The First Brutal Thrust

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. Jax. Her husband’s best friend since college. 42 years old, ex-military, tall, heavily tattooed, built like a goddamn beast with a deep voice that always made her thighs squeeze together. She’d fantasized about him more times than she could count, especially on nights when her own fingers weren’t enough.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.

The second she opened the door, Jax stepped inside without a word, kicked it shut, and grabbed her by the throat. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her pussy flood instantly.

“You’ve been teasing me for years, Emma,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. Are you sure you want this?”

Emma’s voice came out shaky and breathless. “I need it, Jax. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.”

He smirked. “From now on, you call me Daddy when my cock is inside you.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Jax spun her around, and shoved her forward against the marble kitchen counter, and yanked her yoga pants and soaked thong down in one rough motion. Her bare ass and dripping pussy were exposed to the cool air.

“Fuck… look at that married cunt,” he groaned, running two thick fingers up her clit. She was drenched. “Already dripping for another man’s cock. What a dirty little slut.”

Emma moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. Her wedding ring glinted under the kitchen lights.

Jax pulled his massive cock out. Nine inches of thick, veiny meat, rock hard and throbbing. The head swollen and angry,slapped it against her ass cheeks a few times, then rubbed it up and down her soaked pussy, coating himself in her juices.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Daddy… Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad.”

With a deep animal growl, Jax lined up and striked.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Emma screamed as his huge cock speared into her tight married pussy in one brutal, balls-deep stroke. The stretch was insane. Pain and pleasure exploding through her body. He was much thicker and longer than her husband. She felt every vein, every push as he split her open.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Jax groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back slowly, then slammed in again, harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. “This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Daddy! Oh my god your cock is so deep!”

He started pounding her without mercy. Long, powerful strokes that drove his thick cock into her cervix with every thrust. Her tits bouncing wildly inside her tank top. Juices ran down her thighs. The counter dug into her stomach as he fucked her like a cheap whore.

Jax reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while destroying her cunt. “Your husband could never fuck you like this, could he? Say it.”

“No! He can’t.. fuck…. he’s nothing compared to you, Daddy!” Emma wailed. The dirty truth made her pussy clench hard around him.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, arching her body. His heavy balls slapped against her clit. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy getting wrecked echoed through the walls.

Emma cum first. Hard.

Her eyes rolled back, legs shaking violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She squirted around his pounding cock, soaking his balls and the kitchen floor. “I’m cumming…. Daddy…. I’m fucking cumming so hard!”

Jax didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, pounding her spasming cunt even harder. “Good girl. Now take Daddy’s load.”

He roared like a beast and buried himself to the hilt. Emma felt his cock swell and pulse inside her as he unloaded. Thick, hot cum blasted straight into her womb. Jet after jet, more than she’d ever felt in her life. It filled her completely, so much that it started leaking out around his shaft even while he was still buried deep.

They stayed locked together, panting. His cock twitched inside her, pumping the last drops.

Finally, Jax pulled out slowly. A huge gush of his thick white cum poured out of her stretched hole and ran down her trembling thighs. The sight made Emma’s pussy clench again.

He turned her around, pushed her to her knees on the kitchen floor, and shoved his cum-smeared cock into her mouth.

“Clean Daddy’s cock, baby. Taste how a real man fucks.”

Emma moaned around his thickness, sucking greedily. The mix of his cum and her own juices coated her tongue. She looked up at him with watery eyes, wedding ring still on her finger, and felt a rush of filthy guilt.

Jax stroked her hair softly while she licked him clean. “This is just the beginning, Emma. For the next two weeks, that married pussy is going to be used every single day. Understand?”

She pulled off his cock with a wet pop and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

Her phone buzzed on the counter. A text from her husband:

**Mark:** Landed safely. Miss you already

Emma stared at it, cum still leaking down her legs, lips swollen from sucking Jax’s cock, and felt her pussy throb with fresh need.

She was already ruined.

And she couldn’t fucking wait for more