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"Why not?" she pressed, dropping her shirt again, standing bold with her perky breasts hanging untouched. "Chase doesn’t deserve me. He’s out there with his mistress right now, probably fucking her senseless. But you... you made me feel alive, like a proper woman, made me feel desired. Why dont you just let me drop to my knees and worship you, taste you through those briefs. I bet you’re leaking pre-cum just thinking about my body."

Richard’s jaw clenched, a low groan escaping his lips. "Christ, woman. Yeah, I’m hard as rock, happy now? your words alone have me throbbing. If you weren’t family... I’d have you gagging on my dick, tears streaming as you take it deep. But you are. Chase is my blood. It is forbidden."

"The forbidden never felt this good," she whispered, edging closer, her hand brushing his robe’s edge. "Imagine it—your son’s wife, swallowing your load while he’s clueless self is fucking around. I’d swirl my tongue around your thick head, suck until you bless and fuck my throat like the deserve hole it is."

He backed up against the bookshelf, books rattling. "Stop painting that picture. You are torturing me. That night, you rode me reverse, ass bouncing on my lap. I’ve jerked off to that memory, but knowing it’s you? It’s wrong. It feels so wrong."

"Wrong feels so right, your son and I would be divorced if you had not stopped the divorce proceedings" she countered, voice sultry, cupping her breasts teasingly. "Touch them. Please Daddy, Touch Them. Feel how my nipples pebble for you. Chase never worships me like you do; licking, sucking, making me arch and scream for you."

"Giselle..." His hand twitched, eyes locked on her chest as desire consumed him. "They’re gorgeous—full, begging for my mouth. I wish I could bite just hard enough then soothe with my tongue. But no. I won’t start something I can’t finish."

She stepped into his space, her thigh grazing his bulge accidentally-on-purpose. "Feel that? Your dick is jumping for me. He wants me. He wants to be deep inside of me. Let me grind on it—just a little friction, no penetration. I’m soaked, Daddy. My panties are ruined thinking of you pinning me down, rutting against me."

He gripped the shelf behind him, knuckles white as he tried to balance. "You’re playing with fire. Yeah, I want to—rip those panties off, rub my fat cock along your slit until you’re dripping on the floor. But the betrayal... it’d destroy us all."

"Oh fuck it daddy, It already happened," she insisted, tears mixing with lust in her supplications. "You came inside me that night, flooding my pussy. I want that again, making me yours. Chase can’t compare; his dick’s nothing next to yours."

Richard’s breath hitched, his massive chest rising and falling. "Don’t say that. Please don’t make me hurt my only son. I’ve thought about finding you, bending you over, spanking that ass red before slamming in. But you’re married to my son. We’d be sneaking around, fucking in shadows—thats too much scandal, risky as hell, would it be worth it?"

"Let’s take the risk together daddy, This is what I need," she pleaded, pressing her palm flat against his abs, feeling the heat burn through her as she feathered across his huge body frame, weakly. "Your muscles... so hard, and strong. I want to trace them with my tongue, down to where you’re straining. Let me free it—just look, no touching. See how I stare, hungry for every vein of your manflesh."

"Fuck," he muttered, robe slipping further, exposing the waistband of his briefs, the tip of his dick peeking over, glistening. "You’d drool over it, wouldn’t you? Lick the pre-cum off like cotton candy. I’d let you—guide your head, fuck your face slow. But stop. For Chase’s sake."

"Chase doesn’t care," she sobbed softly, hand inching lower but stopping short. "He’s with Monica, pounding her while I’m here, aching for you. Remember how you ate me out? Tongue deep, fingers curling— I came on your face, these yearnings will never go away, I have tried so hard. Do it again Daddy; taste how wet I am for you."

His eyes darkened, a bead of sweat on his brow. "I do remember—your clit swelling under my lips, juices coating my chin. I’d devour you now, make you squirt if I could. But I can’t cross that line again. We’re too close to the edge."

"Then push me over," she whispered, rising on tiptoes, lips brushing his jaw. "Your scent... musky, and manly filling me up with all that testosterone. I want to bury my face in your crotch, inhale while I stroke you."

Richard turned his head away, but his body betrayed him, hips shifting forward instinctively. "Giselle, you’re relentless. My balls are heavy, full—aching to unload down your throat. LThis tension... it’s killing me, but it’s all we get."

Tears streamed freely now. "Please, Daddy. Just once, hold me—let me feel your madness and your hardness deep in and against my core. Dog hump me like teenagers, fuck until we both break. I need your wild side ruining me right now."

He cupped her face, thumbs wiping tears, his erection brushing her belly. "Calling me Daddy... shit, that stirs something primal. I’m tempted spank you for teasing, then fuck you senseless. But I won’t. Go now, before I lose it.."

She nodded, sniffling, but lingered. "One last thing, promise you’ll think of me in the shower? Stroking that monster cock to memories of my pussy?"

"I will try not to," he admitted hoarsely. "Now go, please go, Please."

But Giselle, like a possessed seductress, hesitated, her fingers trailing his arm—veins bulging under the skin. "Your arms... so big and strong. That night, you held me down with one hand, the other pinching my nipples while you thrust. I want that grip again, cant we just get off with a quick one."

"You this woman will not be the end of me! Fuck," he replied, voice gravelly, pulling her hand away gently. "I know you want me to fuck you, I know you want me to bend you over and do crazy things to you but please can you go now?."

"I know you want me daddy," she suggested salaciously, voice breathy. "From those sneaky touches under the table, then imagine what wonders your fingers teasing my thigh, inching up to feel my wetness could do to me if you just for once forget that I am Chase’s estranged wife. Chase wouldn’t notice."

Richard’s laugh was strained. "You’re wicked. Yeah, I’d finger you right there, slow circles on your clit while everyone chats. Watch you bite your lip to stay quiet. But we’re not starting that game while you are still married to him."

"Why fight it?" she challenged, arching her back to press her breasts closer. "Your cock’s so close—I can see the outline, the way it curves up. Perfect for hitting my g-spot. Let me describe what I’d do: straddle you, sink down inch by inch, moaning as you bottom out."

"Stop," he commanded, but his hand rested on her hip, thumb stroking involuntarily. "That image... you bouncing, tits jiggling, pussy creaming on me. Dont make me grip your waist, slam up to meet you. Fuck, Giselle."

"See? You want it too," she urged, grinding air subtly. "Chase is small, quick—over before I start. You? You’d fuck me for hours, denying orgasms until I beg, what manner of man fucks a woman that way and expect to not desire him any further?."

"I’m sorry I made you feel that way.. and even now I…I’m tempted to…," he confessed, eyes hooded. "Tie your hands, tease your folds with my tip, slap your clit until you’re sobbing for penetration. Why did you have to be my son’s wife. It is that loyalty... it binds me."

Tears pricked again. "Loyalty to a cheater? I can tell you for sure because she came to pick him up this morning. I can tell you for sure that he’s probably balls-deep in Monica now, grunting like an animal. While I’m here, nipples aching for your mouth, pussy clenching empty."

"This thing you want from me is forbidden, Giselle," he said, voice low, testing the waters. "It’s forbidden, can we just circle back to being strangers"

"No we cant. I dont want to," she moaned softly. "Not when I spend nights imagining your girth stretching me wide. Juices dripping down my thighs, begging for your tongue to lap them up."

His grip tightened on her hip. "So what if Chase walks in here while I spread you open, blow cool air on your clit, then suck hard, my fingers plunging deep, curling to make you gush. What kind of father would that make me? Fucking my own son’s wife, how does that sound to you. You’re driving me insane."

"Let go of your sanity and ruin me daddy," she retorted, wiping her eyes. "Maybe I am insane, but my body and heart wants what it wants. I can remember just very clearly how you loved grabbing it that night, pulling me back onto your dick, staying deep in it, you would not even let go of it."

"Fuck Giselle or jezebel! Who the hell are you," he groaned as his restraints failed him. "I cant get over how I buried my face between those cheeks, how I rimmed you while fingering your pussy.”

“So what are you waiting for then? Fuck me Daddy”she pushed further.

“As much as I want to, I can’t. We would have to stop and pretend like nothing happened. Dress up. And Go."

She obeyed slowly, pulling on her shirt, but shot back, "One day, you’ll break. And I’ll be waiting, legs wide spread open, waiting to receive you."

"Maybe," he murmured, watching her. "But not today."