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My fists beat uselessly against him but he was too big, too strong. My hair had completely fallen from its pins, the wild waves sticking to my tear-soaked cheeks and neck.

Richard didn’t answer. He spun me around and forced my back against the wall. His mouth closed over the sensitive skin of my neck, his hot tongue dragging down to my collarbone. He continued lower, licking across the swell of my breasts before circling each hard nipple and sucking one deep into his mouth. I whimpered through my tears as he sank to his knees. His tongue traveled over my stomach and hips, leaving a wet trail across my heated skin. Every stroke sent pleasure racing through my nerves. By the time his mouth reached my dripping pussy, my entire body was shaking.

Only then did he lift me clean off the ground. My legs wrapped instinctively around his head as he buried his face between my thighs right there in the hallway. He shoved the soaked lace crotch of the bodysuit aside and his mouth attacked me. His thick tongue dragged through my dripping cunt before latching onto my clit and sucking hard. I gasped sharply, one hand flying to grip his hair as my back arched violently. Pleasure slammed into my heartbreak, mixing in a filthy confusing rush. His tongue flicked and swirled expertly while he growled against me, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. I was dripping down his chin already soaking him as he devoured me like a starving man.

He carried me that way, licking my pussy with long hungry strokes of his tongue all the way into the bedroom. He dropped me onto the massive king size bed and I bounced once on the soft luxurious sheets. Before I could even catch my breath he pushed my thighs wide apart and dove back in. His mouth sealed over my cunt again, tongue fucking deep inside me then lashing my clit while two thick fingers plunged into my tight hole, curling relentlessly against that sensitive spot inside. He ate my pussy with raw filthy intensity, sucking, licking and biting gently at my folds until my legs shook uncontrollably around his head.

I came hard screaming his name as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My walls clenched and pulsed around his fingers gushing wetness all over his tongue and chin. My eyes rolled back, tears still leaking from the corners as wave after wave of pleasure tore me apart even while my heart felt completely shattered.

Before the aftershocks had even faded he straightened up between my spread legs. His eyes were dark and hungry. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of cocaine. He tapped out a generous line onto the back of his hand and held it out to me.

“Take this,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “It will make you feel better, baby. Trust me.”

I hesitated for half a second, tears still falling but the pain in my chest was so deep and the need to numb it was overwhelming. I leaned forward and snorted the line off his hand. The burn hit my nose immediately followed by a powerful euphoric rush that spread through my veins like fire. Every nerve ending lit up.

He did a thick line himself right after, his eyes glazed with the same intense high. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard and filthy. I could taste my own pussy on his tongue mixed with the cocaine. Our tongues tangled desperately as his hands roamed over my body, peeling the ruined bodysuit completely off until I lay bare and exposed beneath him.

He freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants. He lined up at my dripping entrance gripping my face firmly with one large hand, fingers digging into my jaw forcing my eyes to stay locked on his.

“Look at me,” he demanded as he thrust inside me in one powerful brutal stroke burying every inch deep into me. I cried out loud the stretch so full and perfect especially with the cocaine making every sensation explode. He started fucking me with hard deep possessive strokes that rocked the entire king size bed. His grip on my face never loosened making sure I could not look away.

“You”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine, Maggie.”

He growled with every thrust, his voice dark and commanding.

“This tight little pussy belongs to me. No one else gets to have you. Samantha is my wife but you’re my whore. You stay in my house. You wait for my cock. You take everything I give you like the perfect little slut you are.”

He pounded into me relentlessly, hips slamming against mine, his heavy balls slapping my ass with every deep thrust. The cocaine amplified everything, the pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

My walls fluttered and clenched around his thick shaft milking him as another orgasm built fast and vicious inside me.

I hated him at that moment. I hated him for marrying Samantha, hated him for choosing her for the public life and the wife title while keeping me hidden away as his secret beach house whore.

Yet my body betrayed me completely, legs wrapped tight around his waist pulling him deeper as I moaned and gasped beneath him lost in the filthy ecstasy of his cock stretching me.

Why was I not good enough to be his wife?

The question looped painfully through my drugged pleasure soaked mind even as another shattering orgasm crashed over me.

I had given him everything, my body, my time, my devotion.

What did she have that I didn’t?

The thought hurt worse than anything but I could not stop coming on his dick, my nails dug into his back as wave after wave of unwanted bliss drowned me.

That question settled deep in my chest like a seed that wouldn’t stop growing.

Samantha had taken the life I thought was mine.

And I didn’t know if I could live with that.