CHAPTER 49: IN HIS PRESENCE

Sophie knelt slowly on the dining room floor, her knees sinking into the soft rug that cushioned the hardwood beneath. The room felt oppressively intimate, the chandelier’s warm light bathing her naked body in a golden hue, highlighting the curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips. Mark’s sleeping form loomed just feet away, his head lolled on the table, breaths deep and even, oblivious to the depravity unfolding in his own home. Sophie’s heart raced, a cocktail of shame, anger, and that treacherous spark of arousal igniting despite herself, her pussy already slick from the humiliation, her nipples aching in the cool air.

Devon watched her with hooded eyes, his smirk a wicked curve as he spread his legs wider in the chair, inviting her closer. "That’s it, Sophie," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, thick with lust. "On your knees like the good little slut you are."

Her hands trembled as she reached for his belt, the leather cool under her fingers. She unbuckled it with deliberate slowness, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room like a gunshot. Zipping down his fly, she tugged his trousers open, her breath catching at the bulge straining against his boxers. Devon’s cock was already hard, throbbing with anticipation, the outline thick and imposing. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, pulling them down just enough to free him his shaft springing out, veined and heavy, the head glistening with a bead of precum.

"Ahhh," Sophie whispered, her voice a mix of dread and unwilling fascination, her eyes widening at the sight. Regardless of how many times she saw it, the grith and length of his dick always astounded her.

Devon chuckled darkly, his hand threading through her curls, guiding her forward. "You know what to do. Suck it, Sophie."

She glared up at him, her emerald eyes flashing with defiance, but her body betrayed her, her mouth watering, her thighs clenching as a fresh wave of heat pooled between her legs. Leaning in, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her fingers barely meeting around its girth. She stroked him tentatively at first, feeling the skin slide over the steel-hard core, then parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. The taste of him salty, musky flooded her senses, and she swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping at the precum as if compelled.

Devon groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his grip tightening in her hair. "Yes, just like that. Deeper, baby. Show me how much you love sucking your boss’s cock while your husband’s right there."

Sophie’s cheeks hollowed as she took more of him in, her lips stretching around his thickness, her head bobbing slowly at first, then with building rhythm. She hated him, hated the power he held over her, but the act stirred something dark and primal, her pussy throbbing with need as she worked him, saliva dripping down his shaft.

She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting gently, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them with reluctant expertise. Devon’s breaths grew ragged, his free hand gripping the armrest as he watched her, transfixed by the sight of her naked form on her knees, her tits bouncing with each movement.

"Fuck, you’re good at this," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Look at you, my little thief, gagging on my dick in your perfect family home. Does it turn you on, Sophie? Knowing he could wake up any second and see you like this?"

She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt through him, her denial muffled but her body’s response undeniable, her nipples rock-hard, her thighs slick with arousal. She picked up the pace, sucking harder, her tongue flicking the underside of his shaft as she deepthroated him, gagging slightly but pushing through, tears pricking her eyes from the effort.

Devon thrust shallowly into her mouth, his control fraying. "That’s it, take it all. You’re mine tonight, Sophie. Every inch."

But he wasn’t done with just her mouth. Pulling her off with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva, he stood abruptly, yanking her to her feet by her hair. She gasped, her body pressed against his clothed form, his hardness grinding against her belly. "Bend over the table," he commanded, spinning her around and shoving her forward, her breasts pressing against the cool wood beside Mark’s sleeping head.

"Devon, no, please," she whimpered, but her protest was weak, her ass arching instinctively as he kicked her legs apart.

He didn’t respond with words, instead, he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and positioned his cock at her entrance. She was dripping wet, her pussy lips swollen and ready, betraying her completely. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her walls to their limit, the sensation overwhelming, a burn of pain mixed with explosive pleasure.

Sophie cried out, biting her lip to stifle the sound, her hands clutching the tablecloth as he filled her completely. "Oh God... fuck," she gasped, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face.

Devon groaned, pulling back almost entirely before slamming in again, setting a relentless rhythm. "So tight... so fucking wet for me," he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass with lewd, echoing smacks. "You hate me, but your cunt loves this cock, doesn’t it? Clenching like a vice."

She couldn’t deny it each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, her body rocking forward, her breasts dragging against the table. Mark’s face was inches from hers, his breaths undisturbed, adding a twisted layer of taboo that only heightened her arousal. Devon’s hand snaked around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in firm circles as he pounded into her, his other hand spanking her ass cheek hard, the crack resounding in the room.

"Yes... harder," she moaned despite herself, her resolve shattering as orgasm built, coiling tight in her core.

He laughed breathlessly, leaning over her, his chest against her back as he fucked her deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. "Beg for it, Sophie. Beg me to cum inside you while your husband’s right here."

"Please... Devon... make me cum," she sobbed, her hips bucking back against him, chasing the release.

He obliged, his thrusts turning savage, his fingers pinching her clit until she shattered, her pussy spasming around him, juices squirting down her thighs as she screamed into her arm, muffling the sound. Devon followed moments later, growling as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing hot spurts of cum inside her, filling her to the brim.

They stayed locked like that, panting, his body draped over hers, until he pulled out, a trickle of his seed dripping down her leg. He zipped up, his smirk returning as he admired his handiwork, Sophie slumped over the table, naked and spent, beside her oblivious husband.