No

Melissa didn’t move. She stayed face-down on the bed, breathing in short, wrecked pulls, body limp, cunt still open and leaking from the pounding. Her hands twitched against the sheets. Nothing else.

Mia grabbed her hair again and pulled. Hard. Melissa made a raw sound as her body slid off the mattress. Her knees hit the floor. Mia kept pulling until Melissa was fully off the bed, collapsed on her side on the carpet, legs tangled, one arm under her. She was shaking. Cum and wetness smeared her inner thighs.

Adam stepped around the bed. He looked down at her. Then he slapped her ass. The crack was loud in the quiet room. Melissa jerked.

“All fours,” he said.

She didn’t move. He slapped her again. Same spot. Harder. The skin flushed red. She whimpered.

“All fours. Now.”

Another slap. Then another. He didn’t rush. He just kept hitting the same cheek, steady, until Melissa’s arms finally pushed under her and she dragged herself up onto her hands and knees. Her head hung. Her hair stuck to her face. Her ass was up because that was the only position that stopped the slaps. Her cunt was still visibly wet, lips swollen, a thin string of her own cum hanging from her.

“Please,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, cracked. “Please don’t. I don’t want it. Please stop. Mia— tell him to stop. Please. I didn’t— I don’t want him to fuck me. Please.”

Mia stood beside them, naked, one hand already between her own thighs. She looked at Melissa on the floor and smiled. Small. Calm.

“It’s his choice,” she said. “If he wants to fuck you or not. I’m not going to tell him what to do with his cock.”

Adam didn’t answer. He dropped to his knees behind Melissa, grabbed her hip with one hand, lined himself up, and thrust.

He sank in to the balls in one stroke.

Melissa screamed. The sound was high and broken. Her arms buckled. Adam’s hand on her hip kept her from collapsing. He pulled back and slammed in again. Then again. Hard. Deep. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room. Her cunt gripped him, still tight, still soaked from the three orgasms on the bed.

“Stop— please— it hurts— I don’t want—” Melissa’s words dissolved into another scream when he bottomed out. Tears ran down her face and dripped onto the carpet. She tried to crawl forward. Adam’s grip on her hip yanked her back onto his cock.

“You said she was beneath you,” he said. His voice was low, steady, even while he fucked her in long, punishing strokes. “You said she didn’t deserve this cock. You said she was nothing. You laid on her side of the bed and moaned my name and told me she was an undeserving slut. So I’m going to fuck some sense into you. I’m going to punish this cunt for every word you said about my wife.”

He slammed in harder. Melissa’s scream turned into a sob. Her arms shook. She stayed on all fours because his hand wouldn’t let her drop.

“Please,” she begged. “Mia, please— tell him— I don’t want it— please stop him— I’m sorry— please—”

Mia’s fingers moved inside herself. Slow. Two fingers, curling, matching the rhythm of Adam’s thrusts. She watched Melissa’s face, watched the way her body jolted forward every time Adam drove into her.

“You hear that?” Mia said. Her voice was soft. Almost gentle. “He’s fucking you because you talked down to me. Because you thought you were better. Because you thought you could take what’s mine and humiliate me while you did it. And now he’s punishing you for it. He’s going to keep fucking you until he decides you’ve learned. And you’re going to take every stroke.”

Melissa sobbed. Her cunt clenched around him involuntarily. Wetness ran down her thighs and onto the carpet.

“Having a husband who does this for you,” Mia continued, fingers working steadily in her own cunt, “who fucks the girl who tried to steal him just because she insulted his wife— that’s something you’ll never have. You’ll never have someone who punishes a slut for talking about you. This is mine. He is mine. And right now he’s using your pussy to remind you of that.”

Adam’s thrusts got heavier. He stayed deep, grinding on every stroke, then pulled back and slammed in again. Melissa’s screams had turned into continuous, broken crying. She kept begging. The words blurred together. “Please stop” and “I don’t want it” and “Mia, please” over and over while his cock drove into her.

She came again.

It hit her hard. Her whole body seized. Her cunt clamped down on him and pulsed, fluttering, squeezing. A fresh rush of wetness soaked his cock and dripped onto the floor. She made a raw, shattered sound, half sob, half moan, and her arms nearly gave out. Adam didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, hips snapping, cock slamming into the spasming cunt while she cried and came at the same time.

“There,” Mia said. She was breathing harder now, fingers moving faster inside herself. “Again. Your pussy just came on him while you were begging us to stop. While you were crying. While you were saying you didn’t want it. It doesn’t matter what you say. Your cunt wants his cock. It keeps cumming for him. It keeps getting wetter. You’re going to keep taking it until he decides he’s done punishing you.”

Adam kept slamming into her. Steady. Deep. Relentless. Melissa’s head hung between her arms. Tears and spit dripped onto the carpet. Her body rocked with every thrust. She was still crying. Still begging in a broken, hoarse voice. And her cunt was still gripping him, still leaking, still reacting every time he buried himself to the balls.

Mia looked at Adam. She could see from his face that he was close to finishing. She smiled at him and nodded.