Chapter 3: Kitchen Counter Whore

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 cooked dinner for her husband every night.

He set her on the edge of the heavy wooden dining table and divided her legs wide open. Without a word, Jax dropped to his knees, yanked her shorts to the side, and buried his face in her messy cunt. His tongue dragged roughly through her clit, tasting the mix of their combined juices from earlier.

“Fuck, Daddy!” Emma moaned, her hands flying to his head. He ate her like a starving man, long, hungry licks followed by aggressive sucking on her swollen clit. Then he pushed two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them against her clit while his mouth worked her relentlessly. The wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the kitchen as he devoured her creampied pussy. Emma’s back arched hard, her tits bouncing under the thin tank top as pleasure ripped through her.

“You taste like a properly fucked whore,” Jax muttered, spitting on her clit before diving back in. He sucked hard, fingers pumping faster, until Emma shattered. She cum violently on his tongue, squirting straight into his mouth as her thighs clamped around his head. Jax drank every drop, groaning in satisfaction while she trembled and gasped on the table.

He stood up, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was already out, rock-hard and angry. “Turn over. I’m not done with you.”

Emma slid off the table on shaky legs. Jax spun her around and bent her forward over the table for a moment, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. Then he lifted her again, pressing her back against the cold stainless steel fridge. He hooked her legs over his strong arms, folding her into a standing mating press right there in the middle of her kitchen.

His massive cock speared into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. Emma screamed, the stretch still shocking even after two loads. Jax started fucking her immediately deep, brutal strokes that slammed his heavy balls against her ass with every thrust. The fridge rattled behind her as he destroyed her cunt.

“Take it, you cheating little slut,” he snarled, his face inches from hers. “This is what your pussy was made for.” He slapped her bouncing tit hard, then pinched her nipple while pounding her. Emma’s eyes rolled back, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as another orgasm built fast.

“Harder, Daddy! Please ruin my married pussy!” she begged, her voice breaking. Jax obliged, fucking her with punishing force. The wet slapping of his hips against her soaked flesh echoed loudly. He yanked her top down, freeing her tits so he could slap them again, watching them jiggle with every violent thrust.

Emma cum hard again, her walls squeezing his thick cock like a vice. Her squirt sprayed down his shaft and onto the kitchen floor. Jax kept fucking her through it, growling dirty praises about how much tighter she got when she cum.

He pulled his cock out suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over the counter instead. Grabbing a fist ful of her hair, he slammed back inside from behind, fucking her even deeper in this new position. The angle made her toes curl and her legs shake uncontrollably.

Just as she felt another climax rising, Jax pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He walked them both closer to the large kitchen window overlooking the front yard and driveway. Still buried balls-deep, he started bouncing her on his cock in full view of the glass.

“Ride Daddy’s cock right here,” he ordered, one hand around her throat, the other slapping her clit. Emma moaned desperately and started grinding back on him, her tits pressed against the cool window. Anyone walking by could potentially see her getting fucked like a whore in broad daylight.

She was lost in the rhythm, pussy creaming down his shaft, when a loud knock echoed through the house.

“Delivery for Mark!” a voice called from the front door.

Emma froze, impaled on Jax’s throbbing cock. Her eyes widened in panic as another knock came, louder this time. The delivery guy was right outside. Jax’s cock twitched deep inside her, and a wicked grin spread across his face as he held her hips firmly in place, refusing to pull out.