JENETA'S POV
"Beautiful, darling," he murmured, roughly. "Even when you're trying not to fall apart."
I hated how deep down, my body craved this. His touch. His kiss. His relentless control.
While I writhed beneath him, my breath still ragged, he climbed over me. His strong, muscled arms caged me in, pinning me beneath his weight.
He took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him, his face still smeared with the evidence of my orgasm. And then, the unbearable words fell from his lips.
"Your husband was worried you wouldn't get wet," he said, his voice low and taunting. "But we both know just how wet you are, don't we?"
The shame of his words sent heat rushing through me, but I couldn't speak, still catching my breath as he shifted lower.
He raised my legs, spreading them apart effortlessly, and his gaze dropped between.
"So goddamned wet," he muttered, almost to himself, as the head of his cock brushed against my entrance.
"Wait!" I gasped, my hands flying to his abdomen, fingers pressing against the hard ridges of his abs.
"Wait?" he repeated mockingly, his voice raw and dripping with lust. "Oh, baby, I can't wait to fuck this beautiful pussy."
His cock slid against my folds, the friction making my body jolt. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest, and before I could react, he flipped me over.
My stomach pressed against the bed, my ass arched high for him.
Jinhai grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back toward him. His cock pressed against my entrance again, the heat of him making me tremble.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Darling," he whispered, his words laced with mockery. "I thought you loved him. So why are you so wet? So wet one might think you're enjoying this."
"Go to hell," I spat out, my voice trembling with anger and humiliation.
His grip on my hair tightened, and he pushed my head down against the mattress. Before I could move, his hand connected with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that made me gasp.
"Wrong answer," he growled.
His other arm pinned me to the bed, holding me in place as he pressed into me.
The stretch was instant, overwhelming. His cock was so big, and he didn't ease in, he slammed into me, filling me completely in one brutal thrust.
I gasped for air, my body tensing as I clenched around him. He didn't move at first, staying buried deep, letting me feel every inch of him. My pussy fluttered around his cock, struggling to adjust to the sheer size of him, and my legs shook violently.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he growled, "That's it. Feel my cock. It feels so good, doesn't it? The way you're clenching around me so tight, so perfect."
I bit down hard on my lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape, but he wasn't having it.
"No matter how hard you try to bite those moans back," he continued, his voice low and dangerous, "I'll fuck them out of you. And when you scream, it'll be my name. Right in front of him. Sex will never be the same for you two after this."
"Just get it over with," I whispered.
He laughed. God, he laughed. A deep, prideful sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Get it over with?" he repeated mockingly. "Darling, you think this ends when you want it to?"
His hips snapped forward, slamming into me again, and I cried out, unable to hold back the sound.
"You'll never forget this," he growled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Because you'll always want my cock. You'll masturbate to this feeling, crave it. And every time you touch yourself, you'll come so fucking hard for me even when I'm not there."
"You're insane," I hissed through gritted teeth, my body trembling beneath him.
He gripped my hips tighter as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting spots I didn't even know existed.
Then he moved, pulling out of me almost completely, leaving me empty for just a moment before slamming back into me with brutal force. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and I grabbed at the sheets desperately, burying my face into them to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.
But he wasn't having it.
With one hand, he tugged my head back, forcing me to arch my neck.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, "you feel like you've never had a cock before. Why? Your husband didn't touch you? Was he soft? Too shy to fuck this pussy like you belonged to him?"
He laughed then, a low, dark sound that rolled over my skin and made my stomach clench.
"You don't need to answer," he continued, his voice taunting. "Your pussy, darling, does all the answering for you with how tight and tense you are around me." His grip tightened on my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp. "Don't worry," he rasped, "I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
His words alone made my core tighten, a traitorous pulse of desire rippling through me, even as shame burned hot in my chest.
"That's it!" he groaned, thrusting deep into me again, hitting places I didn't even know could feel this good. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I bit down on my lip, struggling to stifle the moan threatening to erupt.
He wasn't slowing down.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, and impossibly deeper, stretching me open with every movement. My body was trembling beneath him, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the unbearable humiliation of it all.
Suddenly, he flipped me over, his hands gripping my hips like I was nothing more than a doll in his grasp. My breath hitched as I realised I was now facing Nonso.
His gaze burned into me dark, unblinking, and filled with something I couldn't quite name.
Panic fluttered in my chest. I tried to turn away, to bury my face into the sheets and escape the weight of his stare, but Jinhai wasn't letting me hide.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair again, pulling me back sharply. Even though I wasn't moaning, my face betrayed me, my flushed cheeks, my parted lips, my glazed-over eyes.
I didn't want Nonso to see me like this, to know how much my body was betraying me.
I turned my head sideways, desperate to escape, but Jinhai yanked me back, forcing me to meet Nonso's gaze.
"Uh-uh," Jinhai growled, his voice sharp as a spank landed hard on my ass, making me gasp.
"No, darling," he continued, his tone mocking but commanding. "Look at your husband. Show him how many times you roll your eyes with my cock buried deep inside you."
A tiny, shuddering breath escaped my lips as Jinhai's thrusts grew even more relentless. Fast. Deep. Unforgiving.
And then, there it was again that feeling.
The pressure built rapidly, overwhelming me. My body betrayed me completely, and my eyes rolled back as pleasure consumed me.
I was coming. My legs instinctively parted wider for him, giving him even more access as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.
Jinhai growled in satisfaction, his voice reverberating through the room as his grip on me tightened.
My toes curled, my body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
God.
Twice.