Without another word, Selene rolled onto all fours, spreading her knees wide, her back arching like a wanton slut offering herself up. She reached behind, her fingers digging into her plump ass cheeks, spreading herself open for him.
"Take me, James," she begged, her voice raw with lust. "Claim every inch of me."
James's cock twitched violently at the sight. Her asshole was tight, untouched, puckered like it was begging to be filled. As she clenched, it winked at him, mocking his control.
"Fuck…" he muttered, stroking himself as he lined up. "This ass is mine."
He rubbed the slick head of his cock against her hole, smearing pre-cum over the tight ring, teasing her until she whimpered. His free hand traced the curve of her ass before giving it a sharp smack.
SMACK.
The sound cracked through the room, followed by Selene's startled cry.
"Aah—James!" she yelped, jerking forward. Her skin flushed red where his palm landed, the sting making her moan louder.
"Answer me when I talk to you," James growled, pressing his cock harder against her tight entrance. "Are you ready to have this pretty little ass ruined?"
"Yes!" Selene cried, her voice breaking with desperation. "God, yes, James—fuck my ass, make it yours! I want to feel your cock inside me where no one's ever been!"
James grinned, gripping her hips with both hands. "Good girl. Then don't you dare hold back your screams."
James's hand came down again. SMACK.
Selene cried out, her body jerking as another hot sting bloomed across her ass.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice low, rough, commanding. "Say it—or I'll keep you begging all night."
Another SMACK.
"F-fuck—!" Selene whimpered, trembling. Then she turned her head, lips parted, eyes glazed with desperate need. "I… I want your cock… inside me." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "I want you to take my virgin asshole, James. Please… fuck me there."
His cock twitched violently at her words. The thought of splitting her tight hole open made him ache with hunger. He pressed the thick, slick head against her puckered entrance, rubbing it in slow circles until she shuddered.
"You sure?" he taunted, pushing just enough for her to feel the stretch. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping until I've wrecked this ass."
"Yes…" she whispered, almost broken with lust. "Please, James. I'm ready."
He didn't wait.
James pushed—slow, relentless. The broad tip breached her tight ring. Selene gasped, her nails clawing at the sheets as her body stretched around him.
"Oh god—! James, it's… so big!" Her voice cracked, her ass clenching against the intrusion as inch after inch forced its way inside.
"Fuck, you're tight," James growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out. "You feel like you were made for my cock."
Selene moaned, shuddering under him, her eyes rolling back. "Aaaaaaah—yes! Stretch me… fill me… fuck my ass, James!"
He was about to start thrusting when—
Creeeeak.
The bedroom door swung open.
Both froze.
A figure stood in the doorway. Selene's breath hitched as her head snapped up. "B-Ben…"
Her husband.
James's cock was still buried in her ass as she trembled, exposed and helpless.
"It's… it's not what it looks like!" Selene stammered, her voice breaking, even as a moan slipped out from the way James twitched inside her.
Ben's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving as he stared at the obscene sight—his wife on all fours, spread open, another man's cock buried in her ass.
"You fucking bitch…" His voice shook with rage. "You dare bring him into my house… my bed?"
James smirked, still gripping Selene's hips, not pulling out. "Relax, old man. We're just having a little fun. No need to blow this out of proportion."
That mocking tone was the final spark.
Ben snarled, his hand shooting to the wardrobe. The metallic scrape of something being pulled free cut through the air.
Both James and Selene froze as he turned—gun in hand.
James's bravado slipped, panic flashing in his eyes. "Whoa, whoa, sir—put the gun down. We can talk about this."
Ben's eyes were cold, calculating, his gun steady. "I knew something was off at the party," he said, voice low and deadly. "And I saw that note. Don't think I'm blind. I made an excuse to step out, and you… you called him here. You're nothing but a whore and a slut."
James's heart raced. He tried to steady his voice. "Mr. Ben… it's not what it looks like. Please, don't do anything rash…"
Ben let out a dark chuckle. "Rash? You came here, in my house, with your games. You've gone too far this time." He raised the gun, the metallic weight feeling heavier than James had ever imagined.
Helena's hands trembled. Fear held her frozen in place, her eyes wide.
James tried again, desperation creeping into his voice. "Listen, we can fix this. No need for—"
Ben didn't flinch. His expression was deadly serious. "It's already done. You pushed your luck, and now… this is the consequence."
The shots rang out, echoing like thunder. James barely had time to register the pain before his body went limp, collapsing to the floor. His vision blurred, the world fading around him.
Through the haze, he could hear Helena screaming, her voice distant, panicked. The life he had taken for granted—the power, the charm, the conquests—all slipped away in an instant.
Darkness swallowed him.