Chapter 16: Forced Breeding
Marie’s world had dissolved into a single, raw point of sensation—the deep, reaming stretch of Malik burying himself inside her over and over. He had flipped her onto her hands and knees again, his grip on her hips bruising, his thrusts a relentless, pounding metronome that shook the bedframe. Her earlier cries had softened into a continuous, breathy moan, a desperate hymn to her own ruination.
“H-how?” she managed to gasp, the word breaking apart as he slammed particularly deep. “Malik… God… how can you… keep going?”
He didn’t answer with words. His answer was the slick, wet sound of their coupling, the sharp slap of his balls against her clit, the animalistic grunt that punctuated each drive into her core. She wouldn’t last much longer; her body was a live wire of overstimulation, every nerve ending screaming. She had never been fucked like this. Never for so long.It felt eternal.
Five minutes into this latest assault, the first vibration cut through the haze. A low buzz from the nightstand. Malik’s rhythm hitched for a single stroke.
“The fuck?” he growled, his voice gravelly with exertion. “Who the hell is it?”
The buzzing stopped. Then, less than a minute later, as Marie watched her own debauched reflection—eyes glazed, mouth slack, a giant moving behind her—it started again. Brrrrt.Brrrrt.
With a snarl of irritation, Malik reached out one long arm, his other hand still pinning her hip, and snatched the phone. He never stopped moving inside her. The smooth, deep pulls continued, drawing choked whimpers from her throat. He glanced at the screen, then at the digital alarm clock glowing red in the dark: 12:45 AM.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Hubby’s gettin’ worried,” he murmured, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He thumbed the answer button and put it on speaker. “Answer him, baby. Get it over with.”
“No, please, don’t—” Marie begged, but he shoved the phone against her ear.
“Marie?” Her husband’s voice, tinny and concerned, filled the space between Malik’s grunts. “Everything okay? It’s getting late.”
Malik chose that moment to change his angle, tilting her hips up. The head of his cock ground directly into a spot that made her see stars. “Uh-hhh—!” she choked out, biting down hard on her lip to trap the scream.“Marie? You there?”
“Y-yes,” she forced out, her voice trembling. “I’m… I’m here. Everything’s… fine.”
Malik began a slow, torturous withdrawal, then a sudden, brutal slam. Out. A deliberate, teasing rhythm. She could feel every ridge, every vein.
“You sure?” her husband pressed. “You sound… breathless.”
“I was… just… climbing the stairs,” she lied, her mind scrambling as Malik’s pace subtly increased. A high-pitched whine escaped her nose. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Well, hurry home. The kids have been asking.”
Oh God. The mention of her children sent a bolt of shame through her, instantly incinerated by the next deep plunge. Malik was fucking her with purpose now, a steady, deep drilling that pushed air from her lungs in little uhn-uhn-uhn pants.
“I… I will… soon…” she managed.
“Are you crying?” her husband asked, his voice tightening with alarm.
That was the final thread. The combination of the question and Malik’s hand snaking around to rub her clit in tight circles shattered her control. “Ah! Ah, fuck! Yes—!” she cried out, the words a mixture of agony and ecstasy, utterly ambiguous and completely damning.
The line went silent for a beat.“Marie? What was that? What’s happening?”
Malik had heard enough. He pulled the phone back, his thrusts never faltering. He ended the call with a stab of his thumb, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. Without a word, he switched the phone to video mode, the screen casting a pale glow on his intent face.
He aimed the camera down. The image was obscene, hyper-real. The screen filled with the joining of their bodies—the dark, glistening thickness of him disappearing into the soaked, pink furl of her, stretched impossibly wide. He panned up slowly, capturing the red marks on her hips, the sweat-slicked curve of her back, the tangled mess of her dark hair. Finally, he held the shot on the mirror, capturing it all: Marie’s wrecked expression, her bouncing breasts, and behind her, his own powerful form, a conqueror in the shadows.
He stopped recording and tossed the phone onto the bed. His hands returned to her hips, his grip turning vise-like. “Now,” he rasped, and began to fuck her in earnest.
The pace was no longer rhythmic; it was a punishing, jackhammer onslaught. The bed protested with each impact. Slap-slap-slap-slap.
“Gonna think about whether to send that to him,” Malik grunted, his words punctuating his thrusts. “Let him see what his wife really is. You think he’d be surprised?Huh? To see you like this? To see you gettin’ this black dick so deep in your married cunt?”
“Nnngh! Ah!Ah! Please!” Marie’s words were nonsense, fragments of plea and praise lost in the sensory storm.
“This pussy,” he snarled, driving into her with a force that lifted her knees off the mattress, “is mine. You understand? This used-up, librarian cunt belongs to me now. I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.”
His thrusts became impossibly powerful, each one a claim. Marie felt the coil snap. Her orgasm hit her like a truck, blinding and violent, wrenching a ragged scream from her throat. “MALIK!GOD, YES! FUCK! FUCK ME!”
He didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through the convulsions, using her clamping muscles to push himself closer. “Yeah… take it… take all of it…”
Just as her waves began to subside, he roared, a raw, guttural sound. He slammed home and held, his body rigid against hers. She felt the hot, pulsating flood as he came, jet after jet filling her, a seemingly endless abundance marking her from the inside. It was a second, devastating peak for her, triggered by the feel of him emptying himself so deeply. Her body milked him through both their orgasms, a frantic, involuntary rhythm.
Finally, he collapsed over her, his weight driving her into the mattress, both of them slick with sweat and spent. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, lewd trickle of their union leaking from her.