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First Taste
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2026-06-28 20:21:23Jax pushed me down to my knees right there in the middle of the suite. The thick carpet bit into my skin as I knelt, my tiny black dress riding up, exposing my dripping pussy to both men.
“Time to worship a real cock,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. My hands trembled as I pulled down his zipper. His massive, veiny cock sprang out thick, heavy, and at least nine inches of pure dominance. Much bigger than Jimmy’s. The sight made my mouth water and my core throb with shameful need. I wrapped my lips around the fat head, moaning as I tasted him. Jax groaned and fisted my hair, shoving more of his length down my throat. “That’s it… choke on it, married slut.” Tears streamed down my face as he face-fucked me roughly. His heavy balls slapped my chin. Thick saliva dripped from my mouth onto my heaving tits. I looked like a complete mess — ruined makeup, red lipstick smeared — but I’d never felt more alive. From the corner, Jimmy moaned loudly. “She looks so good sucking you…” The words stung with humiliation, but they also made my pussy clench harder. This was my husband — the man I’d built a life with — getting off on watching a dangerous stranger use me. Jax suddenly pulled out and slapped his wet cock across my face. “Beg for my dick in your pussy, whore.” “Please fuck me,” I gasped, voice hoarse. “Please ruin my married cunt with your big cock.” He laughed darkly, yanked me up, and bent me over the back of the couch. He flipped my dress up and slammed every inch inside me in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuuck!” I screamed. The stretch burned deliciously. He was so deep I felt him in my belly. Jax pounded me like an animal — hips slapping loudly against my ass, one hand choking my throat, the other spanking me red. “Tell your husband how much better I feel!” “So much better!” I cried. “Your cock is ruining me! Jimmy never made me feel like this!” Jimmy whimpered and came pathetically onto his own stomach, eyes glued to us. But Jax didn’t stop. He fucked me through my first explosive orgasm, my pussy squirting all over his thick cock as I screamed. He carried me to the bed, threw me on my back, spread my legs wide, and drove back in with deep, punishing strokes. “Look at your wife,” he taunted Jimmy. “She’s creaming all over my cock like a desperate whore.” I came again, harder, my body shaking uncontrollably. “Beg for my cum,” Jax demanded, tightening his grip on my throat. “Please cum inside me! Fill my married pussy!” With a roar, he buried himself deep and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded me. So much it leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting. But he wasn’t finished. He pulled out and forced my head down. “Clean your mess, whore.” I eagerly sucked his cum-covered cock, tasting our mixed juices while Jimmy watched with devastated, broken eyes. As I licked him clean, a phone buzzed loudly on the floor Jax’s phone. He glanced at it and his expression darkened. “Fuck,” he muttered. He pulled out of my mouth and stood up, still half-hard and glistening. “Change of plans. We’re not leaving this suite tonight.” Jimmy sat up, still messy with his own cum. “What do you mean?” Jax looked at both of us, his face serious for the first time. “My crew’s in some deep shit with a rival gang. They’re looking for me. The hotel’s on lockdown heavy snowstorm outside and now security crawling everywhere because of a threat. We’re stuck here together until morning… at least.” My heart raced. Forced to stay trapped in this suite with my husband and the man who just destroyed me? Jax smirked again, but there was danger in his eyes now. “Looks like your filthy New Year’s gift just became a lot more complicated, cuck. And you…” He pointed at me, cum still dripping down my thighs. “You’re not done being shared tonight.” Jimmy’s face twisted with a mix of lingering arousal and growing regret. “This wasn’t supposed to” “Too late,” Jax cut him off, pulling me possessively against his chest. “She’s already addicted.” I shivered, caught between the two men one I married, and one who just claimed me in the most primal way. Outside, the snow fell harder. Inside, the real storm was only beginning.
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