Tears spill down my cheeks as I force myself to take more. I gag wetly, the sound echoing softly in the cellar. Panic spikes — what if someone hears? — but I don’t pull away. I can’t. His silence is the only thing keeping my new life from exploding.
He pulls out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening c**k. He slaps the heavy shaft against my cheek with a wet smack.
“Beg for it,” he growls. “Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s d**k while your husband waits upstairs.”
I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your c**k. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my p***y still remembers how you f****d me raw.”
Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such
