Chapter 3: My Husband’s Boss Filled My Married Pussy While He Listened

“Please, Mr. Kane…” I begged, voice shaking with raw need. I was bent over his expensive mahogany desk like a cheap whore, red dress bunched around my waist, ass up, soaked pussy dripping down my thighs. “Fuck me. Ruin me. I want you to destroy what my husband couldn’t.”

Mr. Kane gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed his massive cock into me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed.

The stretch was violent and perfect. He was so much thicker and longer than Jake. I felt every thick vein as he buried himself balls-deep, the fat...