CHAPTER 50: LOST

They stayed locked like that, panting, his body draped over hers, until he pulled out, a trickle of his seed dripping down her leg. He smirked as he admired his handiwork, Sophie slumped over the table, naked and spent, beside her oblivious husband.

But Devon wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices, twitched at the sight of her, her ass cheeks red from his spanks, her pussy lips swollen and leaking his cum, her body trembling with aftershocks. Lust roared back through him, raw and insatiable, his eyes devouring her like she was his personal fucktoy. "We’re not done yet, Sophie," he growled, his voice a guttural command that sent fresh heat pooling between her thighs. "That was just the appetizer. Now, turn around, I want to see your face when you cum again."

Sophie pushed herself up on shaky arms, her breasts heaving, nipples brushing the tablecloth as she turned to face him. She should have been horrified, Mark’s sleeping head just inches away, his soft snores a mocking backdrop to this depravity but Devon’s cock, that thick, veined monster that had just wrecked her, called to her like a drug. Her pussy clenched at the emptiness, craving more, her hatred dissolving into a haze of need. "You son of a bitch," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes dropping to his crotch, hungry despite herself.

Devon grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the table’s edge, her ass perched right next to Mark’s elbow. He spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping cunt, the lips puffy and pink, cum smeared across her inner thighs. "Look at you, fucking soaked, even after I filled you up. You love this, don’t you? My cock turning you into a whore right under your husband’s nose."

She shook her head, but her hands betrayed her, reaching for him, pulling him closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Shut up and fuck me," she hissed, the words shocking even her, Sophie, the devoted wife, the plotter against him, now begging for his dick like a desperate slut. Devon’s eyes flashed with triumph as he unzipped again, his cock springing free, rock hard and ready. He slammed into her without warning, burying himself balls deep in one brutal thrust, her pussy stretching around him like a glove, juices squelching obscenely.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Sophie cried out, her head tipping back, curls cascading over her shoulders as pleasure exploded through her. She forgot Mark, forgot the plot, forgot everything but the way Devon’s massive cock pistoned into her, hitting her cervix with each savage plunge, the ridges dragging against her G-spot until she saw stars. Her hands clawed at his shirt, ripping buttons free to expose his chiseled chest, her nails raking down his abs as she pulled him deeper.

Devon laughed, a dark, filthy sound, his hips snapping forward with relentless force, the table creaking under them. "That’s it, ride me like the cock-hungry bitch you are." He flipped her onto her side, one leg hooked over his shoulder, pounding into her at a new angle that made her scream, her tits bouncing wildly. Sophie reached down, rubbing her clit furiously, her fingers slipping in their mixed cum, chasing another orgasm as if possessed. She’d never been this wild, this uninhibited, not with Mark, not with anyone but Devon’s cock was a revelation, thick cock filling her in ways that shattered her inhibitions.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her again, this time onto her hands and knees on the table, her face hovering perilously close to Mark’s sleeping one. "Ass up," Devon ordered, slapping her cheeks hard, leaving red handprints that burned deliciously. Sophie arched her back, presenting her dripping pussy like an offering, her juices trailing down her thighs. Devon thrust in from behind, doggy style, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal stroke. "Fuck, your cunt’s gripping me so tight milking my cock like it never wants to let go."

Sophie moaned louder, pushing back against him, her ass jiggling with the impact, her body on fire. "Harder, fuck me harder, Devon!" she demanded, the words tumbling out unbidden, her hand snaking between her legs to finger her clit again, circling it frantically as waves of pleasure built. Mark’s breath fanned her face, but she didn’t care, her world narrowed to Devon’s pounding cock, the way it stretched her walls, the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy taking every inch.

Amid the frenzy, Devon leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear as he slowed his thrusts just enough to speak. "Where’s Helena hiding, Sophie? Tell me, where’s your little partner in crime?"

She gasped, her hips grinding back against him, lost in the rhythm. "She’s... fuck... she’s at downtown, Tranquil touch, God, don’t stop!" The confession spilled out as she rode him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock, the betrayal secondary to the ecstasy ripping through her.

"Good girl," Devon growled, rewarding her with deeper thrusts, his hand wrapping around to pinch her nipple, twisting it until she whimpered. He pulled out, spinning her around to face him, lifting her off the table and onto his lap as he sat back in the chair. "Now ride bounce on this cock like your life depends on it."

Sophie straddled him eagerly, her hands on his shoulders as she sank down, impaling herself on his shaft, her pussy swallowing him whole. She rode him wildly, her tits bouncing in his face, her ass slapping against his thighs with wet, rhythmic smacks. "Yes, fuck, your cock’s so big," she moaned, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, her juices coating his balls. She’d never imagined herself like this fucking her enemy with abandon, her husband’s snores a forgotten soundtrack but Devon’s dick was addictive, stretching her, filling her, driving her mad with pleasure.

Devon sucked on her nipple, biting down as he thrust up into her, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks to finger her tight hole teasingly. "Cum for me again, squirt all over my cock, you filthy slut."

She did. her orgasm crashing like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming, juices gushing out in hot spurts, soaking his lap and the chair beneath. "I’m cumming... oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her body convulsing, nails digging into his skin.

Devon flipped her once more, bending her over the table edge, her tits pressed flat as he reentered her from behind, fucking her with feral intensity. "Take it, all of it," he grunted, his balls tightening. He pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock furiously as he came, first in her mouth, shoving the head past her lips so she swallowed thick spurts of hot cum, choking but gulping it down; then flipping her to spray ropes across her tits and stomach, painting her skin white; finally, thrusting back into her pussy for the last pulses, filling her womb again until cum overflowed, dripping down her legs.

Sophie collapsed, every inch of her covered in his seed mouth salty with his taste, pussy overflowing, body marked like a claimed territory. She lost herself completely, panting in bliss, her hatred drowned in waves of pleasure, Devon’s cock having rewritten her world in raw, filthy ecstasy.