How did she get here? What was happening? Why... why... was she suddenly... seeing heaven? Why was every single nerve in her body on fire?

She didn't know. Nothing made sense. What she does know... the only memory she could grab... was seeing this guy. Alex.

He was just... leaning... casually... against her doorframe, that awful, lustful smile on his face... his hands... unbuttoning... his suit coat. And then... the very next moment... BAM! She was on the bed, her legs were by her ears, and she was being pounded. Mercilessly. Endlessly.

"I asked you a question, Lily," Alex repeated, his voice harder this time. He pushed... just the head... back inside her, slowly, stretching her wide, making her gasp and arch her back. "Whose cock is better? Mine... or Marcus's?"

He didn't even let her finish the word. He slammed back into her, a brutal, deep, pounding thrust that stole her breath and drove all coherent thought right out of her mind.

He was a monster, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Ah! Ahhh! FUCK!" she shrieked, her entire body bowing up off the bed, her toes curling in a painful, ecstatic spasm. She was so close, her whole body trembling on the very, very edge of that cliff.

Then he pulled out again, agonizingly slow, letting her whimper and gasp as he slid his entire, massive length wetly out of her. He smirked down at her wrecked, panting, tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I just keep misunderstanding you. You said your husband? You were saying his tiny, little thing is what, exactly? Better? Is that what you were trying to say?"

From the crack in the door, Marcus watched. He watched his wife's beautiful face contort, not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated, agonizing pleasure.

He watched that bastard's massive, dark, unbelievable cock slide wetly out of her. And he heard it. He heard the insult. "Tiny"? "Little"? His hand gripping the bat was shaking with rage.

But his other hand, his shameful, traitorous other hand, was gripping himself tighter and rubbing faster. He hated this! He loved this!

Lily gasped for air, her lungs burning. She was so angry. She was so humiliated. But she was so, so needy.

"You, you bastard!" she panted, glaring up at him with all the defiance she had left. "My, my husband," she panted, "he, he IS a..."

SLAM!

He didn't let her finish. He dove back in, harder than before, burying himself all the way to the hilt and stayed there.

He pinned her flat to the bed, his entire weight on top of her. He leaned down, his hot, sweaty face right next to hers, his lips brushing her ear.

"No, he's not," Alex whispered, his voice dark and terrible and hot. "He's pathetic. And you, you're mine. Say it."

From his hiding spot, Marcus felt a sudden, bizarre, and overwhelming surge of pride. His wife! His beautiful, sweet Lily!

She was supporting him! Even at a time like this, even while that monster was using her, she wasn't choosing him! She wasn't saying Alex's name.

Even when she couldn't think properly, even when she was a dazed, panting, violated mess, he, Marcus, he was the one in her mind! Marcus felt his heart warming, a hot, salty streak of tears threatening to come out of his eyes.

'She loves me,' he thought, his own emotions swelling inside his chest as he watched the brutal, pounding scene.

'She really, truly loves me! Even when that monster... ravages her... she thinks about ME! She LOVES me!'

The thought overwhelmed him with a sick, twisted mix of love and rage and... pure, unadulteraxousal. Marcus rubbed his little brother furiously, his fist a blur under his pants, sniffling as he wiped the snot off his nose with his other sleeve.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Alex laughed. It was a loud, cold, arrogant sound. He heard her defiance, and it only made him more excited. He proclaimed loudly, his voice booming over her panting.

"Each time you don't answer correctly, Lily, I am just gonna ruin your pussy more."

Lily's pupils shook. She heard his threat. But she wasn't afraid. No, she was furious. She looked at him more defiantly, her eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated hate. She tried... once again... to speak.

"No matter what your threat is, I will always choose—NGH!"

BAM! He slammed into her, cutting her off completely, stealing her breath with one punishing, deep thrust that bottomed out inside her. He pulled out... agonizingly slow. She gasped, sucking in air.

"I... I will always choose—MGHM!"

BAM! Again. Harder. A brutal, pounding slam that rattled her to her core and sent a shockwave of pure, agonizing pleasure right through her. He didn't pull all the way out this time. He just started... pounding.

"I will—" BAM! "I... I... will—" BAM! "—ARGH!"

Obviously, Alex had already known every single move Marcus was making. This wasn't a surprise; it was a performance.

He knew the exact moment Marcus was stuck downstairs, trapped by those annoying, giggling ladies.

He knew when Marcus finally decided to come upstairs. He knew when he entered the home, and he definitely knew the exact second that pathetic little eye appeared in the crack of the door.

Of course, he had the ultimate cheating tool, a built-in alerting machine inside him called the System.

The whole process was hilariously simple. Each time he got a system notification, a happy little ding in his head telling him NTR points were being credited, all he had to do was look for the pattern.

It was so obvious. The more the NTR points increased, the closer Marcus was getting to them. The points had started at a measly 200 when Marcus was just thinking about it, but then they shot up, climbing all the way towards ten thousand.

That glorious, high score told Alex everything: Marcus was right there, peeking, and watching the entire, filthy scene.

He wasn't afraid of a surprise attack for one single second. He was more than ready for that. And since Marcus was so much weaker than him, so pathetic and frail, it wouldn't be hard to take him down; it would be boring.

But Alex also knew, with absolute, deep-down certainty, that Marcus wasn't going to attack him at all. No, he knew Marcus was going to stay right there.

He was going to watch his juicy, delicious wife getting pounded and ruined by a real man, all while he stood in the hallway, shaking, crying, and rubbing his pathetic, tiny, useless little cock.

'Tsk, pathetic,' Alex thought, an internal, vicious grin spreading across his mind as he slammed into Lily again, just to make her scream. He could feel that peeping eye on him.

'Well, since you are here, Marcus, since you paid for a front-row seat, why don't I give you a good show? Why don't I... as well as... farm some more NTR points?'

"Tell me now, Lily. Whose is it?" Alex growled, his voice low and demanding.

Lily, on the other hand, was still looking furiously at him, her eyes blazing with a wild, hateful, aroused fire. She was not going to give up on him. She wasn't going to give this bastard the smug satisfaction of victory. Not now, not ever!

"You... you think... you can just... force... me?" she panted, her whole body squirming, arched up against his. "You think... this... this... proves... anything?! I will never... EVER... say your—"

BAM! He didn't let her finish. He slammed into her, one final, brutal, deep thrust that bottomed out inside her, hitting her womb with a solid, heavy thud.

A shriek tore from her lungs. And then, just as she was reeling from the impact, he pulled out. He yanked his entire, massive cock all the way out of her, fast, wetly, unplugging her completely.

The sudden, shocking emptiness... combined with the brutal, deep stimulation... it was too much. Her whole body... broke. A wild, high-pitched scream ripped from her throat, louder than all the others. Her back bowed off the bed.

Her entire body clenched and convulsed... and a hot, powerful, unbelievable... fountain... of clear liquid... ERUPTED from her pussy. It sprayed everywhere. All over his stomach, all over her own chest, soaking the sheets, drenching both of them. It wasn't a leak. It was a deluge.

She collapsed, gasping, twitching, her mind completely blank. She was mortified. She was shocked.

"What... what... what was... THAT?!" she cried, her body still spasming.

Alex just laughed. He looked down at his own glistening, soaked chest, then back at her, a wolfish, triumphant grin on his face. He loved it.

He didn't give her one second to recover. He dove right back in. He plunged his cock, still slick with her juices, right back into her drenched, twitching, ruined pussy.

He started pounding her again, hard and fast, the sound... deafeningly WET... slapping... and splashing... in the mess... she had just made.

"No... please... stop..." she begged, crying now, completely and totally wrecked. "I... I can't... I can't anymore!"

He stopped. He pinned her down with his weight, his massive cock still buried deep inside her. The game was over.

"One more time, Lily. I am so close. I am right on the edge. If you say your husband's name one more time... I am gonna cum. I'm going to cum deep inside you. I'm going to fill you up with my seed. Do you understand me?"

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