She tries to escape

Melissa tried to push up. Her hands shoved against the mattress. Her hips twisted. Adam’s weight kept her pinned. His cock stayed buried to the root, thick and unmoving inside her. One of his hands pressed between her shoulder blades. The other stayed locked on her hip. She couldn’t get leverage. Every small movement just made her cunt clench around him.

Mia walked closer. Her bare feet were quiet on the floor. She stopped beside the bed, reached down, and grabbed a fistful of Melissa’s hair. She pulled. Melissa’s head came up off the sheet. Her neck arched. Her eyes were wide.

“You wanted to steal him,” Mia said. Her voice was calm. She held Melissa’s hair tight. “You sent him videos. You moaned his name. You called me an undeserving slut while you fingered yourself on my side of the bed. You thought you were taking something from me.”

Melissa’s mouth opened. No sound came out at first. She tried again to shift her hips. Adam’s cock didn’t move. He stayed deep, holding her in place while Mia talked.

“You’re nothing,” Mia continued. “A whore. A slut for his cock. That’s all you are right now. On your stomach. Legs open. My husband’s cock all the way inside you because you begged for it. And you still don’t understand.”

She tugged Melissa’s hair harder.

“He fucks me every day. Whenever he wants. Morning. Night. Bent over the counter. On my knees with his cock down my throat. He cums in me and I take it. He has never needed another pussy. He has never asked for one. He agreed to put his cock in you because I told him to. Because I wanted to watch. Because I wanted you to feel what it’s like when I decide he gets to use someone else.”

Melissa made a small, broken sound. She pushed against the mattress again. Adam’s hand pressed harder between her shoulders. His cock flexed inside her. She gasped.

“You’re getting fucked because I want it,” Mia said. “Not because you’re prettier. Not because you’re better. Not because he chose you. Because I stood in the hallway and watched you crawl to him, and I decided he could have you. That’s the only reason his cock is in your cunt right now.”

Melissa’s voice finally came out, strained. “I don’t— I don’t want this. Let me up. Please. Let me go.”

Mia smiled. Small. She kept her grip in Melissa’s hair.

“You wanted him to fuck you on this bed,” she said. “You told him you’d let him cum in you. You told him you’d take it. Now you’re going to. You’re going to stay right here, held down, while my husband fucks you. Properly. The way he fucks me. Deep. Rough. Until you’re full of him. And you’re going to feel every second of it knowing I told him he could.”

Melissa tried one more time to twist free. Adam’s hips stayed flush against her ass. His cock didn’t slip. He held her exactly where she was.

Mia leaned closer, still holding her hair.

“You’re going to be held down and fucked by my husband now,” Mia said. “And you’re going to take it like the slut you are.”

Melissa’s breath shook. Her cunt was still stretched tight around Adam’s cock. She couldn’t move.