007. Cum Leaking For Daddy

My heart slammed against my ribs as Liam held up the tie, studying it with that slight frown.

“This tie isn’t mine,” he said again, glancing at me.

I froze, my mind scrambling.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What do I say??

“It… it must be your dad’s,” I stammered, forcing my voice to stay steady. “ He probably left it in the living room or something and I… brought it up here by mistake when I was cleaning.”

Liam stared at it for another second, then shrugged and dropped it back on the dresser.

“Dad’s always leaving his shit everywhere. Make sure you give it back to him tomorrow.” He didn’t question it further. Just got into bed like the world was perfectly normal.

I lay beside him in the dark, stiff as a board, my body still buzzing from what Kael had done to me on this very bed hours earlier and the damn messages waiting on my reply.

Every time I shifted, I felt the sticky reminder between my thighs.

Shame burned in my chest… but my clit throbbed harder.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Liam’s breathing slowly deepened into sleep. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever, trying to fight it.

Trying to be a good wife. Trying to ignore the way my nipples ached and my pussy kept clenching, remembering how Kael had stretched and ruined me.

My phone buzzed under the pillow. Once. Twice.

I knew I shouldn’t look but God I did.

Kael: You still taste like sin on my tongue, princess.

Kael: Daddy’s cock is hard thinking about how you squirted for me like a desperate little whore in your husband's house.

I pressed my thighs together, biting my lip until it hurt. Heat flooded my core. I was getting wetter.

Then another message came in.

Kael: Come to the study in twenty minutes. Don’t make me wait, baby girl. Or I’ll come upstairs and remind you who this married pussy really belongs to.

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the wave of filthy need crashing over me.

This was insane. Liam was right next to me. But my body didn’t care. My mind kept replaying Kael’s thick cock pounding me, his hand around my throat, his voice calling me his good girl.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could.

My hands shook as I put on the silk robe with nothing underneath.

Every step down the stairs felt like walking a tightrope. My heart was in my throat. My pussy was dripping down my inner thighs.

The study door was cracked open.

The second I stepped inside, Kael pulled me in, locked the door, and shoved me against it. His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss while his hand yanked the robe open and plunged two thick fingers deep into my soaked cunt.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my lips. “Liam sleeping upstairs and his wife’s cunt is soaked for Daddy’s cock. Such a filthy cheating slut.”

“Daddy… please…” I whimpered, grinding desperately on his fingers. “We shouldn’t… he’s right there…”

But even as I said it, I was spreading my legs wider.

He spun me around, bent me over the desk, and kicked my feet apart. I heard his zipper, then the blunt, massive head of his cock rubbed against my entrance.

“Beg properly,” he demanded, teasing my clit with the tip.

“Please, Daddy… ruin your daughter-in-law’s married pussy again. I need it. I need you to fuck me harder than Liam ever could—”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch. I had to bite my arm to stop from screaming.

The desk creaked violently as he fucked me hard and deep, one hand fisted in my hair, the other choking my throat just enough to make my vision blur with pleasure.

“That’s it. Take Daddy’s cock like the desperate whore you are,” he grunted, pounding me mercilessly. “This tight little cunt belongs to me now.”

I came hard within minutes, squirting around his thick shaft, juices running down my legs as my walls spasmed wildly.

He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, growling filthy praise in my ear until he buried himself deep and flooded me with another hot load of cum.

I was still shaking, cum leaking down my thighs, when we both heard it.

The creak of footsteps on the stairs.

Liam’s sleepy voice calling out softly.

“Selena…? Babe, you okay? I woke up and you weren’t in bed…”