Brian's footsteps fade down the hotel corridor, and I'm left trembling against the doorframe like a junkie three days into withdrawal.
My cock throbs so hard against my zipper I can feel my pulse in it. Four rounds. I watched Brian fuck my wife through four goddamn rounds, each one more brutal than the last. The sounds Emily made still echo in my skull, mixing with the wet slap of skin and his grunts of satisfaction.
Jealousy sits in my stomach like battery acid, burning through my insides until I'm convinced I'm going to vomit right here in the doorway. But underneath it, threading through every nerve ending, is arousal so intense it borders on pain.
The second I hear the elevator ding down the hall, I'm moving.
My hand slams the connecting door open hard enough that it bounces off the wall. I don't care about stealth anymore, don't care about anything except getting to her.
Emily lies sprawled across the hotel bed like a sacrifice on an altar. Her silver hair fans out across the pillows in wild tangles, her chest rising and falling with exhausted breaths. Her thighs are spread wide, and I can see everything, the angry red marks Brian's fingers left on her hips, the way her pussy is absolutely flooded with his cum. It leaks out of her in thick rivulets, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
She looks wrecked. Beautiful and ruined and tired in a way that makes my chest ache even as my cock demands I cross the room and take what's mine.
"Baby," I hear myself say, my voice coming out rough and strained. I take a step toward the bed, then stop. My hands clench into fists at my sides, fighting every instinct screaming at me to touch her. "Maybe we shouldn't."
The words taste wrong coming out, but she looks exhausted. Used up. Like she needs rest more than she needs me pawing at her.
Emily's eyes find mine, and I watch the exhaustion melt from her expression like ice under a blowtorch. Her lips curve into that smile, the one that's equal parts wicked and adoring, the one that makes my brain short-circuit completely.
Her hands slide down her body with deliberate slowness, trailing over her breasts, across her stomach, until her fingers reach her pussy. She spreads herself open with two fingers, and I can see Brian's cum glistening inside her, coating her pink flesh with evidence of what just happened.
"You did so well, Danny," she purrs, and her voice carries satisfaction and pride in equal measure. "Waiting like such a good boy." Her fingers spread wider, showing me everything. "Now take your prize. Show Mommy who she really belongs to."
I'm naked before I consciously register moving. My shirt hits the floor, my pants and boxers following in a tangled heap. My boxers are absolutely soaked with precum, the fabric dark and wet where my cock's been leaking for the past two hours.
My erection juts out from my body, and I glance down at it for just a second. It looks bigger than usual, darker, almost angry with need. The head is flushed deep red, precum still beading at the tip.
I climb over Emily's exhausted body. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider as I position myself between them. The scent of sex hits me like a drug, Brian's cologne mixing with Emily's perfume and the unmistakable musk of what they've been doing.
I line myself up with her entrance, feeling the obscene slickness of another man's cum coating my cock. The rational part of my brain that should be disgusted is completely drowned out by the primal need to reclaim her.
I thrust inside her.
The sensation rips through me like electricity. She's impossibly wet with Brian's cum, and the depravity of it makes my vision white out at the edges. My cock slides through the evidence of what just happened, every nerve ending screaming at the wrongness and the rightness of it simultaneously.
"Fuck," I gasp, the word tearing from somewhere deep and primal. My hips snap forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Emily's back arches off the bed, a moan spilling from her lips that sounds nothing like the ones she was making for Brian. This one's different. Raw. Real. Her pussy clenches around me despite how used she is, gripping my cock with desperate hunger.
Every shred of disgust, every whisper of shame, every rational thought about what this means, all of it burns away in the inferno of need consuming me.
Nothing exists except this. Except her. Except the primal imperative to fuck my wife until she knows, until her body remembers, that she's mine.
I pull back and slam forward again, my hips moving on pure instinct. The wet obscenity of it fills the room, the sound of my cock plunging through Brian's cum, claiming what belongs to me despite everything.
"Danny," Emily gasps beneath me, and the way she says my name makes something feral awaken in my chest.
Four thrusts. That's all it takes.
Four brutal, desperate thrusts before my orgasm detonates through me with apocalyptic force.
"Emily!" Her name rips from my throat as my cock erupts inside her, pumping what feels like everything I have, everything I am, deep into her already-flooded pussy. The intensity of it makes me feel like I might die, pleasure so extreme it crosses into pain and then beyond into something transcendent.
Emily's scream harmonizes with mine as her own climax crashes through her simultaneously. Her pussy clamps down on my cock with bruising force, milking every drop from me as her whole body convulses beneath mine. Her nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood, marking me as thoroughly as I'm marking her.
The orgasm goes on forever, pulsing through me in waves that don't seem to end. I pump load after load into her, mixing with Brian's cum in the most depraved way possible, and I don't care. I don't fucking care about anything except this moment, this woman, this claim I'm staking with my body.
When the spasms finally subside enough for me to think again, I realize my cock hasn't softened even slightly. It's still rock hard inside her, throbbing with renewed demand despite having just emptied myself completely.
"What the fuck," I breathe, genuinely confused by my own body's response.
Emily's eyes snap open, and I watch something transform in her expression. The exhaustion that was there moments ago vanishes like smoke, replaced by something wild and hungry and almost frightening in its intensity.
She surges upward with strength that shouldn't be possible after what she just went through. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down as she lifts herself up to meet me. Her mouth crashes against mine with bruising force, kissing me like she's trying to devour me whole, like she owns every atom of my being.
And as far as I can tell, she does.
Her tongue slides past my lips, claiming my mouth with the same possessive hunger I'm feeling.
I taste him on her tongue.
Brian's flavor floods my mouth, cologne and whiskey and the unmistakable salt of another man who's claimed my wife four times tonight. The taste should repulse me, should make me pull away in disgust. Instead, it ignites something even more feral inside my chest.
I thrust deeper, harder, driving myself into Emily's cum-soaked pussy with renewed desperation. Every stroke is meant to erase him, to overwrite every inch of her he touched, to reclaim what's fucking mine.
"Danny," she gasps against my mouth, but I swallow the sound, kissing her harder.
My hips piston faster, harder, driven by something beyond conscious thought. Emily's body writhes beneath me, her pussy spasming around my cock in ways that feel impossible after everything she's been through tonight. But I'm not close. Not even fucking close despite the primal desperation consuming every cell in my body.
"Fuck, Danny!" Her voice cracks, breaks into something raw and animal. "I'm… Oh god, I'm…."
Her entire body goes rigid beneath me, every muscle locking up as her orgasm explodes through her with devastating force. Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with pleasure just seconds ago, suddenly cross and then roll back, whites showing at the edges. I've never seen her like this. Never seen anyone look this consumed by ecstasy.
Then she's screaming, the sound tearing from her throat so loud I'm certain the entire floor can hear. Her pussy locks on my cock and suddenly I feel it, hot liquid gushing around my shaft, soaking my thighs, the sheets, everything.
She's squirting.
The realization hits me the same moment the fluid sprays against my pelvis, coating us both in the evidence of her pleasure. Emily's coming apart so completely that her body can't contain it.
My mouth finds her breast instinctively, latching onto her nipple and sucking hard as I continue driving into her. The taste of her skin, salt and perfume and sweat, floods my senses. I suck harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as my hips maintain their brutal rhythm.
"I love you!" The words explode from her between screams, desperate and raw. "Danny, I love you so much!"
Something in my chest cracks open at the sound of it. "I love you too," I gasp against her breast, my voice muffled but fierce. "So fucking much, Emily. So much."
My cock drives deeper, harder, claiming every inch of her even as she continues convulsing beneath me. More fluid gushes around my shaft with each thrust, her orgasm seeming to go on forever.
I release her nipple only to capture the other one, sucking with the same desperate intensity. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider, opening her up completely to my assault.
Emily's hands suddenly shove at my chest with shocking force, flipping our positions with the ease of someone who hasn't just been fucked raw for hours. I land on my back, the sheets soaked beneath me, and she's already climbing on top before I can process what's happening.
Her silver hair cascades around us like a curtain as she straddles my hips, reaching between us to grip my cock. She positions me at her entrance, and the look in her eyes is pure predatory hunger.
"My turn," she growls, and slams herself down onto me.
The sensation punches a gasp from my lungs. She's so fucking wet, and she rides me like she's trying to break me. Her hips roll and grind with practiced expertise, taking me deeper than I thought possible.
"You think you're reclaiming me?" Her voice drips with dark amusement as she bounces on my cock, her breasts swaying with each movement. "Baby, I'm taking what's mine."
Her hands press against my chest, pinning me down as she fucks herself on me with brutal efficiency. The exhaustion from before has vanished completely, replaced by something fierce and commanding. This is her element. Her rightful place.
"Emily, fuck…" My hands scramble for her hips but she catches my wrists, pressing them into the mattress above my head.
"No touching," she commands, her blue eyes blazing. "Just lie there and let Mommy use you."
The degradation of it, being held down and used after everything I just witnessed, makes my cock throb inside her. She feels it and laughs, the sound wicked and knowing.
"That's right," she purrs, grinding her clit against my pelvis. "You're so hard for me. So desperate to prove you're better than him." Her pace increases, her pussy clenching around me rhythmically. "But you already are, baby. You're the only one who matters."
The words combined with the vice grip of her pussy sends me spiraling. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, faster than I've ever felt it before.
"Emily," I manage, my voice coming out steadier than it has any right to, considering my cock is buried in her cum-soaked pussy. "I really love you."
Her face transforms. The predatory hunger softens for just a heartbeat, replaced by something so tender it makes my chest ache. She smiles, small and genuine and almost shy, like I've just given her something precious.
"Isn't this so great?" she breathes, and there's wonder in her voice. Real wonder. "To feel this strongly for each other?"
Her hips don't stop. They keep rolling, grinding, taking me deeper even as she's looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. The contrast between the filthy mechanics of what we're doing and the pure emotion on her face makes my head spin.
Then her expression shifts back, the tenderness melting into raw need. "I love you too, baby."
Her pussy clenches around me and I'm gone.
My hips jerk up involuntarily as my cock starts pulsing inside her, and suddenly I'm cumming again. A whimper tears from my throat, pathetic and needy, as pleasure rips through every nerve ending. My whole body shakes beneath her, trembling like I'm coming apart at the seams.
"Fuck, fuck, Emily…" The words dissolve into another whimper as my cock pumps into her again, filling her already-flooded pussy with even more of my cum.
"Shhhh." Her hands release my wrists immediately, cupping my face with infinite tenderness even as she continues riding me through it. "That's it, baby. Give Mommy everything."
The orgasm keeps going, pulsing through me in ways that blur the line between pleasure and something almost painful. My vision goes hazy at the edges, and I realize there are tears tracking down my temples into my hair. Overwhelmed with all of my emotions and love for this woman.
"I've got you," Emily murmurs, her thumb brushing away the wetness on my cheek. Her hips slow but don't stop, rolling gently now, milking every last drop from my oversensitive cock. "You did so good for me, Danny. So fucking good."
My chest heaves as the intensity finally starts to fade, leaving me wrung out and trembling. My cock is still inside her, still hard somehow despite having just cum twice in the span of minutes.
"How are you still hard?" Emily asks, and there's genuine amazement in her voice. Her hand slides between us, fingers wrapping around the base of my cock where it's still buried inside her. She squeezes experimentally, and I whimper again at the oversensitivity.
"I don't know," I manage, my voice wrecked. "I don't fucking know."
She laughs, the sound warm and delighted. "My poor baby." Her lips find mine in a kiss that's soft and soothing, completely at odds with the depravity of our position. "You're so worked up you can't even go soft. I guess I'll just have to keep draining you till you have nothing left."