Chapter 688: Emily... Is That You?

Victor’s eyes were locked onto Emily’s spread asshole, his breath hitching as he took in the sight—her glistening pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs, the way her ass cheeks quivered with every thrust. His face was a mask of shock and betrayal, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

SMACK!

I brought my hand down hard on Emily’s ass, the sound echoing through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin. "Aaaaaah—!" she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure and shame, her pussy clenching around my cock.

Victor’s voice cracked, his eyes locked onto that small, black mole on Emily’s left ass cheek—the one he’d kissed, the one he’d traced with his fingers in the dark. "This voice... and—" His breath hitched, his voice breaking.

"Emily... is that you?"

I didn’t stop. My hand cracked across Emily’s ass again, the sound sharp, the red handprint blooming against her pale skin. "Oh?" I said, my voice dripping with mock surprise, my cock still buried balls-deep in her tight, dripping pussy. "So you know this slut, too?"

Emily’s pussy clenched around me, her walls pulsing as she realized Victor was right there, his eyes burning into her. "Aaaaaah—!Jack—!" she whimpered, her voice thick with shame and lust, her juices dripping down my cock, her tits swaying with every thrust.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lifted her up, turning her to face him—my cock still buried deep inside her, her pussy lips stretched obscenely around my cock, her juices glistening as they dripped down my cock.

"Emily... your pussy’s choking my cock..." I growled, my voice rough with dominance. "Don’t tell me this pathetic piece of shit is the husband you’ve been whining about?"

Before she could answer, I froze Victor in place with my Telekinesis, his body locked, his eyes wide with horror and rage as I held Emily up, her pussy still clenching around my cock, her tits bouncing with every movement.

"H-Hello, Victor," Emily purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, her pussy tightening around me as she met his gaze. "Miss me?"

Victor’s face twisted in agony, his fists shaking, his wife—his wife—impaired on another man’s cock, her pussy glistening, her juices dripping, her tits heaving as she took me deep.

"You fucking—!" Victor snarled, his voice breaking, his pride shattered, his wife moaning for another man.

I slammed into her harder, my cock pounding her soaked pussy, her moans filling the air. "That’s right, baby," I growled, my voice dark and possessive. "Let him see you. Let him hear you scream."

Emily’s pussy clenched around my cock like a starving whore’s, her juices gushing down my cock as I slammed into her with brutal, relentless strokes. Her tits bounced violently, her nipples so hard they looked like they could cut glass, her ass jiggling with every thrust.

"Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!YES—!I’M YOUR FUCKING WHORE—!ONLY YOURS—!" she screamed, her voice raw and broken, her pussy milking my cock like it was made for it. "Oh god, Jack—!FUCK ME HARDER—!MAKE HIM WATCH—!"

Victor’s face was a twisted mask of rage and humiliation, his wife—his fucking wife—cumming on my cock, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in his ears like a knife twisting in his gut. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, his body frozen in place by my

Telekinesis

, unable to move, unable to do a fucking thing but watch.

I gripped Emily’s hips harder, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I pounded her soaked cunt, my voice a dark, mocking growl. "Oh, Victor," I taunted, my voice dripping with amusement and cruelty, my cock burying itself to the hilt inside her.

"You hear that? Your wife is a fucking whore for my cock." I slammed into her again, making her scream, her pussy clenching around me, her juices dripping down my balls. "She told me you were nothing in bed. That you couldn’t even make her cum."

Emily’s moans turned wilder, her pussy tightening around me as she joined in, her voice dripping with venom and pleasure. "Ohhh—!YES, Jack—!HE COULDN’T EVEN LAST FIVE MINUTES—!" she cried, her voice raw with lust and spite, her tits bouncing as I fucked her harder. "His tiny cock couldn’t fill me like yours—!FUCK—!I NEEDED A REAL MAN—!"

Victor’s face burned crimson, his eyes bulging with rage and shock, his body locked in place by my Telekinesis, unable to move, unable to stop what he was seeing. "Y-you fucking whore..." he snarled, his voice breaking, his pride shattered as his wife—his fucking wife—moaned for me, her pussy dripping, her body trembling with pleasure and shame. "Bitch, I’ll kill you—!"

But his body wouldn’t obey.

"Why... can’t... I move my body...?" Victor yelled, his voice panicked, his muscles straining as he tried to lunge forward—only to freeze again, his face twisting in horror and fury. "What is happening—? Aaaaaaaaaaaa—!"

I gripped Emily’s hair, yanking her head back as I slammed into her, my cock pounding her tight cunt, my voice a dark, taunting growl. "You hear that, Victor?" I snarled, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock burying itself balls-deep inside her. "She needs a real man. She needs my cock."

"Aaaaaah—!YES—!FUCK—!I DO—!" Emily sobbed, her pussy clenching around me, her juices gushing as she came again, her body trembling, her moans raw and desperate. "Oh god, Jack—!YOUR COCK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD—!"

She arched her back, her tits bouncing, her nipples rock-hard, her voice dripping with lust and spite. "He could never fuck me like this—!HE COULDN’T EVEN MAKE ME CUM—!"

Victor’s face twisted in agony, his fists shaking, his wife—his fucking wife—screaming for me, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in his ears, her body trembling as I ruined her. "Y-you fucking—!EMILY—!" he roared, his voice breaking, his body frozen, his rage boiling inside him.

I gripped her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pounded her soaked pussy, my cock burying itself inside her. "Look at her, Victor," I growled, my voice cold and cruel, my hips slamming into her ass, her juices dripping down my cock.

"Look at how wet she is for me. How tight her pussy is around my cock." I slammed into her again, making her scream, her pussy milking me. "She loves it. She needs it."

"Aaaaaah—!I DO—!I LOVE IT—!" Emily cried, her pussy clenching around me, her juices gushing as she came again, her body trembling, her moans raw and desperate. *"Oh fuck, Jack—!I’M YOURS—!ONLY YOURS—!" She rocked her hips back, her ass slapping against me, her pussy dripping, her voice breaking with pleasure and shame.