F*CKING MY FATHER IN-LAW

CHAPTER 2

I didn't sleep at all after that.

How could I? My father-in-law had just sexted me while my husband snored three feet away, and I'd agreed to meet him. To f*ck him.

Jesus Christ, what was I doing?

But even as guilt twisted in my stomach, my p*ssy was still thr*bbing, still aching for what David had promised.

I stared at my phone in the darkness, reading his messages over and over.

David: Now touch yourself thinking about Daddy and get some sleep.

My hand had already slipped back between my legs before I'd even finished reading it. I'd come twice more that night, biting my pillow to stay silent, imagining everything he was going to do to me.

By morning, I was a mess. Ethan kissed me goodbye, completely oblivious, and headed to work like it was any other day.

It wasn't any other day.

In six hours, I was going to my father-in-law's house to let him f*ck me.

The hours crawled by. I showered, shaved everything, changed outfits four times. What did you wear to cheat on your husband with his father?

I settled on a sundress—easy access—and no underwear, just like in my fantasies.

At 1:50 PM, I stood outside David's house, heart hammering so hard I thought I might pass out.

I could still turn back. Get in my car. Go home. Pretend this never happened.

But I didn't want to.

I knocked.

The door opened immediately, like he'd been waiting right there.

David stood in the doorway, and the look on his face made my knees weak. Dark eyes raking over me, jaw tight, barely restrained hunger radiating off him.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually come," he said, voice rough.

"I almost didn't."

"But you did." He stepped aside. "Come in, Mia."

I walked past him, and the second the door closed, everything changed.

His hand caught my wrist, spinning me around. My back hit the wall. His body pressed against mine, h*rd and warm and overwhelming.

"I need you to tell me to stop," he growled, mouth inches from mine. "Tell me to stop and I will. But if you don't, I'm going to f*ck you so h*rd you forget you're married to my son."

I couldn't speak. Could barely even breathe.

His hand slid up my thigh, under my dress, and when he found nothing but bare skin, he groaned.

"No panties. F*ck, baby girl. You came here ready for me, didn't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

His fingers found me, sliding through my w*tness, and I gasped.

"Soaking w*t already." His thumb circled my cl*t and my hips jerked. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Thinking about Daddy's c*ck?"

"Yes, God, yes—"

"Say it properly."

"I've been thinking about your c*ck, Daddy. Please—"

His mouth crashed onto mine, and I'd never been kissed like this. Ethan's kisses were gentle, careful. David kissed me like he was consuming me whole.

His fingers pushed inside me and I moaned into his mouth. Two thick digits stretching me, curling, finding spots that made me see stars.

"So f*cking tight," he groaned against my lips. "When's the last time my son actually made you come?"

I couldn't remember. Months, maybe.

"That's what I thought." He pumped his fingers harder, faster. "But Daddy's going to take care of you now. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy, please—"

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was spinning me around, bending me over the entryway table, hiking my dress up over my hips.

I heard his belt buckle. His zipper. The sound made my p*ssy clench with anticipation.

"Last chance, Mia." His hand smoothed over my a*s. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Don't stop," I begged. "Please, Daddy, don't stop—"

Something thick and h*rd pressed against my entrance, and I realized this was really happening. I was bent over in my father-in-law's house, about to let him—

"Does my son f*ck you this good?" David asked, voice dark and dangerous. "No?"

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed.

The stretch was insane, overwhelming, perfect. He was so much bigger than Ethan, filling me completely, splitting me open in the best way.

His hand clamped over my mouth. "Quiet, baby girl. Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear you getting f*cked by your father-in-law."

He didn't give me time to adjust. Just started pounding into me, h*rd and fast and ruthless. The table scraped across the floor with every thrust. My hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth surface.

"Then take this d*ck like the good girl you are," he growled, hips snapping against my a*s.

Oh God. Oh f*ck. This was everything I'd imagined and more. His c*ck hit places inside me I didn't even know existed. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded, hand tightening in my hair.

"You," I gasped. "You, Daddy—"

"Say it again."

"I'm yours! F*ck, I'm yours, Daddy, please don't stop—"

His other hand snaked around, finding my cl*t, and I nearly sobbed with how good it felt.

"That's my good girl. Come on Daddy's c*ck. Show me what my son's been missing."

The org*sm built fast and brutal. His c*ck driving into me, his fingers on my cl*t, his filthy words in my ear—it was too much.

"Daddy, I'm gonna—f*ck, I'm—"

"Come for me, baby girl. Come on Daddy's c*ck right f*cking now."

I shattered.

The org*sm ripped through me like nothing I'd ever felt. I came so h*rd my legs gave out, only David's grip on my hips keeping me upright. I was vaguely aware of screaming into his hand, my p*ssy clenching around him over and over.

"That's it, that's my perfect girl," he groaned. "So f*cking tight. You feel so good wrapped around Daddy's c*ck."

His rhythm stuttered, grew erratic.

"Gonna fill this p*ssy up," he grunted. "Gonna pump you full of my c*m. You want that?"

"Yes! Please, Daddy, fill me up—"

He slammed in deep one last time and I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, marking me from the inside out.

"F*ck, Mia. F*ck."

We collapsed together, both panting, his weight pressing me into the table. His c*ck was still inside me, his c*m already starting to leak out.

Reality hit me like a freight train.

I'd just f*cked my husband's father.

David seemed to sense my panic. He pulled out slowly, gently, and turned me around. His hand cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Hey. Look at me." His voice was softer now. "Don't regret this."

"I just cheated on your son."

"I know." He kissed my forehead. "And I'm not sorry. Are you?"

I should be. I should be drowning in guilt.

But all I felt was satisfied.

"No," I whispered. "I'm not sorry."

He smiled, dark and possessive. "Good. Becau

se we're not done. Not even close."

He took my hand and led me toward the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"My bedroom. We're just getting started, baby girl."