MJ just can't help it

Craig's hips slammed against Mary Jane's ass as he pounded into her relentlessly. His massive cock stretched her pussy to its limits, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Mary Jane bit down on Craig's hand to stifle her moans, her fingers scrabbling against the rough brick wall for purchase.

Suddenly, Craig's rhythm faltered. He yanked Mary Jane's head back by her hair, hissing in her ear.

"You let him touch you this morning, didn't you?" Craig accused, his voice low and dangerous. "I can feel it. Your pussy isn't as tight as it should be."

Mary Jane's eyes widened in panic. "N-no, I didn't—"

"Don't lie to me!" Craig snarled, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that made Mary Jane cry out. "I told you that cuck wasn't allowed to touch what's mine anymore. But you couldn't resist, could you?"

"It's not... I didn't..." Mary Jane stammered, her mind reeling. How could he tell?

Craig's hand tightened in her hair, forcing her head back at an uncomfortable angle. His other hand snaked around to grip her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Tell me the truth," he growled. "Did you let Parker fuck you this morning?"

Mary Jane's cheeks burned with shame as she recalled Peter's fingers inside her. She hadn't let him go all the way, but she'd come close.

"He... he touched me," she admitted in a small voice. "But I stopped him before—"

Craig cut her off with a vicious thrust that made her knees buckle. "You fucking whore," he spat. "I thought I made myself clear. Your pussy belongs to me now."

Tears pricked at Mary Jane's eyes, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Craig suddenly pulled out of Mary Jane, leaving her feeling achingly empty. She whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"Please," she begged, reaching back for him. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Just don't stop..."

But Craig stepped away, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants. Mary Jane slumped against the wall, her legs trembling. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs.

"You don't deserve my cock today," Craig said coldly. "Not after letting that pathetic cuck touch what's mine."

Mary Jane turned to face him, her eyes pleading. Her lips were swollen from his rough kisses, her hair mussed from where he'd gripped it. A hickey was already forming on her neck.

"Craig, please," she whimpered. "I need you. I'm so close..."

But Craig just smirked at her, clearly enjoying her desperation. His eyes raked over her disheveled form - her crop top rucked up to expose her heaving breasts, her shorts and panties tangled around her ankles.

"Look at you," he sneered. "The famous Mary Jane Parker, reduced to begging for a 18-year-old’s cock in broad daylight. What would your adoring fans think if they could see you now?"

Mary Jane flushed with shame, but she couldn't deny the thrill his words sent through her. She pressed her thighs together, seeking some kind of friction.

Craig's expression suddenly turned serious. "We need to deal with the Parker situation," he said. "I can't have him pawing at you whenever he wants. It's time to put an end to that."

A chill ran down Mary Jane's spine at his words. "What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," Craig said with a patronizing smile. "I've got a plan. And you're going to help me."

"Craig, I don't know if-"

"You'll do exactly as I say," Craig cut her off sharply. "Unless you want Parker to find out what a dirty little slut his wife really is."

Mary Jane's eyes widened in fear. "You wouldn't..."

"Try me," Craig smirked. "Now clean yourself up. I'll be in touch with instructions soon."

With that, he turned and sauntered away, leaving Mary Jane a quivering mess. She slid down the wall, landing on her knees in the dirt. Her mind was reeling, torn between lingering arousal and growing dread.

What had she gotten herself into? And what was Craig planning to do to Peter?