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I ripped her underwear off in one brutal yank, the soaked lace tearing loudly. The fabric was drenched with her cum and juices. I shoved the panties deep into her mouth, stuffing them in until her cheeks bulged slightly.

“Keep it there. Taste how much that slutty cunt wants this.”

She nodded weakly, eyes glassy with overwhelming lust, moaning muffled around her own soaked gag. I loosened my tie with deliberate slowness, then bound her wrists tight behind her back, the silk digging sharply into her skin, ensuring she had no control left.

“Don’t move.”

She stayed perfectly still on her knees, chest heaving, drool and tears mixing on her face, every inch of her body screaming her submission while her pussy clenched with need.

I pulled her to her feet, forced her down the hall into the bedroom, and pushed her forward onto the bed roughly, forcing her face down into the sheets, her ass up high and her back arched deep like the perfect fucktoy she was. Her pussy was exposed, dripping wet, glistening with arousal. The sight of her bound, gagged, and presenting her cunt so shamelessly filled me with contempt and raw, undeniable hunger.

I slammed into her. Electric pleasure surged through every inch of my cock.

One vicious thrust buried me to the hilt, stretching her walls wide around my thick shaft as her soaked heat engulfed me. Her muffled scream ripped through the gag, body jolting forward from the force. I gripped her hips with bruising strength, fingers digging deep into her flesh, and started pounding her without a shred of mercy. Long, brutal strokes that made me drive deeper each time until I was battering against her cervix. The wet, filthy sounds of her dripping cunt getting wrecked echoed through the room.

I hated how fucking good she felt, how her greedy walls milked and rippled around my cock with every savage thrust. Sweat dripped down my chest as I railed her relentlessly, using her bound body like a disposable toy, slamming into that perfect, dripping heat over and over again with punishing force.

She pushed back desperately despite her wrists tied tight behind her, meeting every brutal thrust like the desperate slut she was. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around my shaft, trying to pull me even deeper. I reached forward, yanked the soaked gag down just enough to hear her raw, broken moans spill out, then shoved the fabric back between her lips as I angled my hips and hammered that sensitive spot inside her that made her entire body shake uncontrollably.

I kept the pace for several long, relentless minutes, pulling out almost completely until just the swollen head of my cock stretched her entrance, then slamming back in with full force, stretching her wide and owning every single inch of her. Her juices coated my shaft and dripped down my balls with every withdrawal.

“You don’t get soft and sweet with me,” I snarled, slamming harder, my hips snapping forward with savage intensity. “You don’t get the polite, civilized version I give her. You get this, my dick ruining your tight little cunt because that’s the only thing you’re fucking good for.”

Her tits bounced beneath her with every stroke. I reached under, pinching and tugging her nipples while I railed her. Then I spit on her tight little asshole and pressed my thumb against it, pushing it inside.

Her body trembled violently beneath me, her pussy spasming wildly as she came hard, squirting forcefully around my cock. Her inner walls clamped down like a vise, pulsing and milking me in powerful waves. I didn’t slow down for a second, fucking her straight through the orgasm with deep, punishing strokes, drawing it out until she was a whimpering, shaking, drooling mess, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her face.

Finally I yanked her up by her bound arms, flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion, and lifted her like she weighed nothing. I slammed her back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs and thrust back inside her in one brutal motion, pinning her there completely. Her legs wrapped desperately around my waist as I fucked her even harder then. Deep, grinding, animalistic strokes that made her full tits bounce wildly against my chest. The new angle let me drive even deeper, battering her cunt with every powerful upward thrust while her bound wrists stayed trapped behind her.

Her control shattered completely. Her pussy locked down around me again, pulsing and squeezing with rhythmic intensity as she came again, shaking uncontrollably in my arms. Her muffled screams vibrated around the gag, her nails digging painfully into her own palms while her entire body convulsed and her cunt squeezed around my cock.

“Come on my cock again Maggie,” I murmured through gritted teeth, driving through her orgasm with relentless force. I was lost in the addictive squeeze of her wet pussy even as pure loathing for the woman it belonged to burned in my chest.

I followed right after, thrusting deep one final time and flooding her with thick, hot spurts of cum. I held her impaled against the wall, grinding through every heavy pulse as I emptied every last drop deep inside her, while her walls continued to milk me dry. The overwhelming pleasure dragged on, wave after wave, until we were both left panting and spent.

I pulled out of her as she slid down the wall. I took my time straightening my shirt, buttoning it and tucking it back into my slacks. I adjusted my belt, smoothed the fabric of my slacks, and ran a hand through my hair until everything was back in its proper place. I pulled the panties from her mouth and untied her wrists. I gently brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into the touch like she was starving for it.

“Listen carefully because I’m not repeating myself. You stay away from Samantha.”

Her jaw tightened.

“You don’t call her. You don’t approach her. You do not show up at my house. You don’t attend another event uninvited. You don’t tell her you’re pregnant, and you don’t tell anyone who might decide she deserves to know.”

“You can’t hide this forever.”

“I can hide you.”

Her entire body seemed to go still. I watched her understand exactly what I meant. Maggie shook her head.

“You’re going to make me raise your baby in secret while you go home and play perfect husband with Samantha?”

I turned away from her and walked back into the living room. Maggie followed me. I reached for my jacket where I had left it draped over the back of the chair. Behind me I heard Maggie sniff. She bent down and picked up the pregnancy test from where she had dropped it.

“You’re leaving?”

I glanced toward her as I pulled the jacket over my shoulders.

“Yes.”