Forbidden Lust: My Father-in-law

Bella stared at the ceiling, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Julian had already rolled off her, reaching for his phone. Another disappointing two-minute performance. He spilled inside her, gave her the usual forehead kiss, and that was it.

She waited until he was sound asleep, then slipped out of bed wearing only his white button-up shirt. The big mansion was quiet as she made her way downstairs, guilt already gnawing at her.

*This is so wrong… I shouldn’t…*

But the aching need between her legs won.

Bella curled into the corner of the large leather couch in the living room and pulled the throw blanket over her lap. She parted her thighs and slid her hand down. She was still slick with Julian’s cum and her own frustration. The first touch to her swollen clit made her bite her lip hard.

She closed her eyes and let the forbidden fantasy take over.

Jax.

That tall, powerful body. Those strong hands. That commanding presence. The way he sometimes looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She imagined him standing right there in the dark, watching her touch herself like a desperate slut.

Her fingers moved faster, plunging deep inside her soaked pussy while her thumb rubbed tight, frantic circles on her clit. Soft, needy sounds escaped her lips.

“Oh fuck…” she whimpered, hips rocking against her hand. “Fuck… yes…”

She squeezed her full breast roughly through the shirt, pinching her nipple hard as the fantasy grew hotter. Her fingers thrust deeper, faster. The wet, filthy sounds of her pussy filled the silent room. She added a third finger, stretching herself, fucking herself with shameless need.

“Jax…” she moaned breathlessly, legs spreading wider. “Oh god, Jax…”

The pleasure built fast and intense. She imagined him stepping closer, his deep voice telling her how wet she was for her own father-in-law. She imagined him pulling his thick cock out, stroking it while he watched her fingers disappear inside her dripping cunt. The thought made her moan louder.

“Yes… just like that…” she gasped, hips bucking wildly against her hand. Her fingers thrust harder, making loud, obscene wet sounds that echoed in the quiet living room. She pinched her nipple harder, twisting it between her fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably. The pressure in her belly grew tighter, hotter, almost unbearable. She rubbed her swollen clit faster, desperate and frantic now.

“I’m so close…” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Jax… please… I’m going to cum… oh fuck, Jax…”

She fucked herself harder, three fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy while her thumb worked her clit without mercy. Her moans grew louder, needier, completely lost in the fantasy. Her back arched off the couch. Her legs spread as wide as they could go. The blanket had long since slipped down to her hips, exposing her completely, but she was too far gone to care.

“Jax… I’m cumming… oh god, Jax!”

Her pussy clenched hard around her fingers. Hot waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She kept fucking herself through the orgasm, drawing it out, moaning his name over and over as her juices coated her hand and thighs. Her whole body trembled violently as the orgasm tore through her.

Even after the first orgasm, the ache didn’t go away. If anything, it grew stronger. She kept her fingers buried inside herself, slowly pumping them in and out as she came down from the high. Her breathing was ragged, her skin flushed and sweaty.

*Just one more,* she told herself. *Then I’ll stop. Just one more and I’ll never think about him again.*

She pushed a fourth finger inside her stretched pussy, gasping at the fullness. The slight burn mixed with intense pleasure made her moan loudly. She fucked herself with long, deep strokes, imagining it was Jax’s thick cock stretching her open instead.

“Jax… fuck me…” she moaned, voice hoarse. “Please… I need you so bad…”

She pictured him bending her over the couch, slamming into her from behind while he called her his dirty little whore. The fantasy was so vivid she could almost feel his hips slapping against her ass. Her fingers moved faster, wetter, louder. The obscene squelching sounds filled the entire living room.

Her second orgasm built even faster than the first. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably. She pinched and pulled her nipples, alternating between both breasts as she chased the pleasure.

“Oh god… Jax… I’m going to cum again…” she cried out, no longer trying to be quiet. “Fuck… Jax… yes… yes…”

The second orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her back arched sharply off the couch as she came hard, her pussy gushing around her fingers. She kept thrusting through it, prolonging the pleasure until her legs shook so badly she could barely keep them open.

She lay there panting, fingers still buried inside her, covered in her own juices. The guilt was there, sharp and painful, but the need was stronger. She had never felt this desperate in her life.

She was about to start again when a deep, commanding voice cut through the darkness like a whip.

“Bella… what are you doing?”