CHAPTER 5:BLACKMAIL BREEDING PT 3

Marcus pulled his car into the driveway of Rebecca's house just after 1 PM on a Tuesday. The street was quiet, with most neighbors at work. He walked to the front door and knocked twice. Rebecca opened it quickly, her face pale. She wore a gray tank top and loose shorts, her hair tied back.

"Get inside," she whispered, glancing up and down the street. 

Her heart raced.

 "My husband could come home early any day. This is too risky."

Marcus stepped in and closed the door behind him. He locked it. "That's what makes it better. Take me to your bedroom."

Rebecca hesitated, then led him upstairs. The house smelled like fresh laundry and the lemon cleaner she had used that morning. When they reached the master bedroom, Marcus looked around. The bed was made neatly with white sheets and a blue comforter. A large wedding photo of Rebecca in her white dress smiling next to her husband  sat on the nightstand.

"Perfect, strip." Marcus said. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. 

Rebecca's hands shook as she removed her tank top and shorts. She stood in plain white bra and panties. Marcus walked over and unhooked her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples already stiff from the cool air in the room. He slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them. His fingers brushed her thighs, feeling the smooth skin.

He undressed fully. His cock was already hard, thick and pointing upward. "Get on the bed."

Rebecca climbed onto the sheets she shared with her husband every night. The fabric felt familiar and wrong at the same time. Marcus lay on his back in the middle of the bed, right where her husband slept. 

"Come here. Straddle me and face the photo."

Her cheeks burned with shame. She moved over him, knees on either side of his hips. The wedding photo stared back at her from the nightstand, just two feet away. She could see her own happy smile from the wedding day. Marcus gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Lower yourself on my cock," he ordered.

Rebecca reached down and held his shaft. It felt hot and heavy in her hand. She positioned the thick head at her entrance. She was already wet despite everything. Slowly she sank down. The stretch made her gasp. Inch after inch filled her until her ass rested on his thighs. He was deep inside her pussy.

Marcus groaned. "That's it. Ride me slow. Look at the photo while you fuck me in your marriage bed."

She started moving. Her breasts swayed with each rise and fall. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding along his cock filled the quiet room. Marcus kept his hands on her hips, guiding her pace, making sure it stayed slow and deep. Every time she came down, he pushed up slightly to meet her.

"Feel that?" he said, voice low. "My cock is so much thicker than your husband's. This pussy was made for me."

Rebecca bit her lip. She tried not to look at the photo but Marcus gripped her chin and turned her face toward it. "Eyes open. Watch yourself smiling next to him while you betray him."

The danger hung in the air. Every creak of the bed made her tense. What if her husband forgot something at the office and came home early? The thought sent a rush of fear through her, but it also made her pussy clench tighter around Marcus.

He ran his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The sensations built slowly. Rebecca's breathing grew heavier. Sweat started to form on her lower back. She could smell Marcus's skin mixed with her own arousal.

"Ride me harder now," he said. "But keep looking at that picture."

She increased her pace a little. Her ass slapped softly against his thighs. Each downward thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her core. Marcus's cock hit deep spots her husband never reached. She felt full, stretched, and the friction was intense.

"Look how good you look with my cock inside you," Marcus continued. "Your husband puts his weak load in you and nothing happens. But my seed? It's going to take. I can tell your body wants it."

Rebecca shook her head slightly, but her hips kept moving. Her resistance was cracking. The way his veins rubbed her inner walls, the heat of his skin against hers, the way her clit brushed his body with each grind.

Marcus gripped her hips tighter, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. He pulled her down firmly on every stroke. "That's right. Bounce on the cock that's going to breed you. Imagine your belly swelling with my child while your husband thinks it's his."

The words sent unwanted heat through her. Her pussy got wetter. The slick sounds grew louder. She could feel her juices coating his balls. Marcus reached one hand between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb in slow circles.

"Oh," Rebecca moaned despite herself. The pleasure built steadily. Her thighs trembled from holding the position.

"Keep going," he urged. "Your husband could walk in any minute and see you like this, naked, riding another man in his own bed, your tits bouncing while you leak all over me."

The tension spiked. Rebecca's movements became more urgent. She rose higher and sank deeper. Marcus's cock throbbed inside her. He kept talking, voice steady and commanding.

"You look so much better with my cum inside you. Your skin glows. Your pussy stays wet for hours after I fill it. Your husband can't do that for you."

Rebecca's eyes stayed fixed on the wedding photo. Tears of shame mixed with the building orgasm. But her body betrayed her. She rocked her hips, grinding on him. The pressure on her clit from his thumb combined with the deep penetration pushed her closer.

Marcus sat up slightly, changing the angle. Now her breasts pressed against his chest as she rode him. He kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the skin. One hand stayed on her ass, squeezing the soft cheek while guiding her movements.

"Say it," he whispered against her ear. "Tell me you need my seed more than his."

"I... I need it," she gasped, voice breaking. The words slipped out before she could stop them.

Marcus smiled. He thrust up harder from below, meeting her downward strokes. The bed creaked louder. Rebecca's moans filled the room. She was close now. Her inner muscles tightened around his thick cock.

"Cum for me," he said. "Cum while looking at your wedding photo."

The orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched in strong pulses around him. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She shook, her thighs squeezing his sides. A rush of wetness coated his cock. She cried out, unable to stay quiet.

Marcus held her through it, still moving slowly inside her. When her spasms eased, he flipped her onto her back without pulling out. The sheets were already rumpled beneath them. He positioned her legs wide and started thrusting again, slower than before but deep and deliberate.

The new position let him grind against her clit with every stroke. Rebecca's hands gripped his shoulders. His weight pressed her into the mattress. The smell of sex was strong now mixed with sweat, her arousal, and his skin.

"Going to fill you up," he growled. "Right here where your husband fucks you. My load is going to stay deep."

He picked up speed gradually. His balls slapped against her ass. Rebecca felt another climax building. The danger of discovery made everything sharper. Every sound outside; a car door, distant voices, made her tense, which only made her pussy grip him harder.

Marcus pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he drove into her. "This womb is mine. I'm going to breed you until your belly is round and your tits are full of milk."

Rebecca came again, softer this time but longer. Her body arched. Marcus groaned and buried himself deep. His cock pulsed as he released. Thick spurts of hot cum flooded her pussy. He kept grinding, pushing it as far inside as possible. Pulse after pulse until he was empty.

He stayed inside her for several minutes, catching his breath. Cum leaked out around his cock onto the sheets. Rebecca lay dazed, staring at the ceiling. Her body felt heavy and satisfied in a way she hated. The wedding photo was still there, watching.

Marcus finally pulled out. A large amount of his cum dripped from her open pussy onto the bed. He dressed quickly while she remained on the rumpled sheets, legs still spread, breathing slow.

"Clean up before your husband gets home," he said. "I'll be back soon."

Rebecca didn't answer. She felt sore between her legs, her pussy tender and full of his seed. The danger had passed for now, but the mix of dread and secret anticipation already stirred inside her. She touched her stomach lightly as Marcus left the house.

The bedroom smelled like sex. She would have to wash the sheets quickly. But as she lay there, feeling his cum slowly leaking out, part of her already wondered when he would text her next.