I couldn’t take it anymore.

The sight of Damien brutally pounding my wife my wife on our wedding night bed, combined with her cock-drunk screams and the constant whispering of Lexie in my head, finally snapped something inside me.

Rage exploded through my body. I shot up from the chair, fists clenched, and charged at Damien with a broken roar.

“You fucking bastard—!”

Damien didn’t even slow down. While still buried balls-deep in Sylvie’s pussy, he casually reached out with one powerful arm, grabbed me by the throat and shirt, and slammed me down onto the bed right beneath them.

I landed on my back, staring straight up at Sylvie’s stretched, dripping pussy and Damien’s thick black cock slamming into her. My face was only inches away.

“Stay right there, cuck,” Damien growled, still thrusting hard into her. “Watch where you belong.”

Sylvie moaned like a whore, looking down at me with pure contempt and lust. “That’s right, you pathetic little bitch. Stay under me while a real man breeds me.”

Damien’s pace became savage. His heavy balls slapped against Sylvie’s clit right above my face. Her juices and his precum were already dripping onto my cheeks and lips.

Then it happened.

Damien roared and buried himself to the hilt inside her. His massive cock erupted like a firehose. I could see the thick pulses traveling up his shaft as he pumped load after heavy load deep into my wife’s womb.

Sylvie screamed in ecstasy. “Yes Daddy! Fill your pregnant whore! Give me more of your superior black cum!”

When Damien finally pulled out with a wet pop, a massive torrent of thick, warm, white cum immediately gushed out of Sylvie’s ruined pussy huge globs splattering directly onto my face.

It landed in my eyes, my open mouth, across my nose and cheeks. The smell was overwhelming. The taste… salty, musky, masculine.

I should have been disgusted. I should have fought.

But Lexie took over in that moment.

A wave of pure, blissful submission washed through me. My tongue slipped out on its own and I started lapping up the thick globs of Damien’s cum like a **** animal. I moaned pathetically as I swallowed, my caged clit twitching wildly.

“Mmm… good girl,” Lexie purred triumphantly inside my head.

Damien laughed loudly and stepped back, his spent cock still dripping. Sylvie climbed off the bed, cum still leaking down her thighs, and looked down at me with disgust and amusement.

“Pathetic,” she spat.

They both walked out of the room without another word, leaving me lying there on the bed face covered in another man’s cum, body trembling, mind shattered.

The second they were gone, the brief moment of Lexie’s control vanished.

Reality crashed back down.

I scrambled off the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, tears mixing with the cum still streaked across my face. I ran out of the honeymoon suite, half-blinded, broken, and humiliated beyond words.