She has no choice

Adam pulled back and slammed in.

Melissa screamed. The sound was sharp, broken. Her hands clawed at the sheets. Mia’s grip in her hair kept her head up, neck arched, face turned toward the doorway. Adam didn’t slow. He fucked her in long, heavy strokes, hips snapping against her ass, cock driving deep on every thrust. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the room.

“Stop— please— I don’t want—” Melissa’s voice cracked. Another thrust cut her off. She screamed again, higher. Her body jerked under him.

Mia held her hair tighter and leaned in close.

“Listen to you,” she said. Her voice stayed even. “Screaming like you didn’t beg for this cock ten minutes ago. Like you didn’t crawl across the floor and swallow his cum and ask him to fuck you on this bed. You’re a whore. A desperate little slut who can’t stop taking it even while she cries about it.”

Adam’s rhythm stayed brutal. He held Melissa’s hips and pounded into her, balls slapping her clit, the head of his cock punching deep. Melissa’s screams turned into ragged moans she couldn’t swallow. Her cunt clenched around him, wet and tight, gripping on every stroke.

Melissa came the first time without warning. Her whole body locked. A broken, high sound tore out of her. Her cunt spasmed hard around Adam’s cock, fluttering, squeezing. Wetness gushed around him and ran down her thighs. She shook. Mia felt it through the grip in her hair.

“There,” Mia said. She tugged Melissa’s head back a little more. “One. Your pussy just came on my husband’s cock while you were screaming that you didn’t want it. That’s how badly you needed it.”

Adam didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, harder, using the extra wetness to go deeper. Melissa’s arms gave out. Her chest hit the mattress. Only Mia’s hand in her hair kept her head up. She was sobbing now, voice wrecked, still trying to form the word “stop” between thrusts.

The second orgasm hit harder. Melissa’s hips jerked. Her cunt clamped down and stayed there, pulsing. She made a raw, animal sound. More wetness soaked Adam’s cock and the sheet under them. Her thighs trembled. Mia watched her face.

“Two,” Mia said. “You’re cumming on him again. While you’re crying. While you’re telling us you don’t want it. Your pussy doesn’t care what your mouth says. It wants his cock. It wants to be fucked and filled. You’re nothing but a hole that keeps cumming for him.”

Adam’s thrusts got shorter, meaner. He stayed deep, grinding, then pulled back and slammed in again. Melissa’s screams had turned into continuous, broken moans. Her hands fisted uselessly in the sheets. Her cunt kept clenching, involuntary, milking him.

The third one tore through her. Her whole body seized. She came with a hoarse, shattered cry, cunt spasming so hard Adam groaned. Wetness flooded around his cock and dripped onto the bed. She shook for a long time, face slack, eyes unfocused, still held up by Mia’s grip in her hair.

Mia leaned down until her mouth was near Melissa’s ear.

“Three,” she said. “Your pussy came three times on his cock. While you screamed. While you said you didn’t want it. Look at you. Ruined. Soaked. Still full of him. You can lie all you want. Your cunt knows exactly what it needs.”

Adam fucked her for a while longer. Steady. Deep. Melissa stopped forming words. She just made small, wrecked sounds every time he bottomed out. Her body stayed limp under him except for the occasional helpless clench of her cunt.

Finally he pulled out. Slow. His cock slipped free with a wet sound. Melissa’s hole stayed open for a second, stretched, leaking. He slapped her ass once. Hard. Then again. Then a third time. The sound was sharp. Her skin flushed.

“Floor,” he said. His voice was rough. “All fours. Now.”

Melissa didn’t move at first. Mia let go of her hair. Melissa’s head dropped to the mattress. She was breathing hard, face wet, body shaking.

Adam slapped her ass again.

“All fours. On the floor. Don’t make me drag you.”