Chapter 2

"Logan!" Maria gasped. "I'm your mother-in-law, not your wife…"

I murmured, "Then tonight, you're my wife."

I was terrified that if I hesitated, this perfect chance would slip away. I leaned in again.

She struggled desperately. Just as I tried to pin her to the bed, she drove her knee into my stomach and shoved at my neck with both hands, throwing me off her completely.

At the same time, she wriggled to escape, but her legs buckled, and she nearly tumbled to the floor.

"Careful!" I caught her around the waist, slipping my hand back beneath her dress and pressing her against the bed.

Maria clawed at my back. "Take your hand out."

"No," I said.

I half-closed my eyes, enduring the sting, and let my palm linger over the warm, slick roundness of her ass.

Then I began kneading her soft curves again. The heat of her body seared through the lace, igniting a hunger in me that was nearly unbearable.

"Stop it!" Maria rasped. "Do you really think you can treat me however you want just because I used that?"

Then she bit down hard on my shoulder and pounded her fists against my back.

Panic flickered through me. I panicked and leaned in to kiss her eyes. They were damp with tears.

"Stop touching me!" she said, turning her face away.

She was fully grown, yet she blushed like a timid girl.

I didn't dare push too far. Instead, I pressed my lips to hers, teasing her moist tongue.

Maria blinked, stopping mid-motion. She looked lost.

After a while, she wriggled away, flushing with shame. "Are you done touching me?"

It was only then that I noticed my hands were still beneath her dress, exploring her inside her underwear.

I smirked. "How could I ever get enough of you?"

She didn't answer. She bit me again, but this time it was much softer.

"Stop fooling around," she said.

"I am not fooling around. I just want to touch you a little longer."

She threatened, "Do you want me to bite you again?"

I raised a brow. "Could you bite me somewhere else?"

I pushed my hips forward, pressing against the space between her thighs.

"You filthy bastard! Why did I ever introduce you to my daughter?" she snapped.

Maria stopped resisting entirely. Her limbs went slack, and the strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder. She simply lay there, letting me explore the smooth, yielding curves of her ass.

After a while, even that wasn't enough.

I swallowed hard. "Has anyone ever told you that you two don't look alike at all?"

"What?"

Maria looked a little stunned, unsure why I had said that out of the blue.

"Her chest is tiny. I could barely get a mouthful," I said as I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slid my hand up to cup her exquisite, soft breast.

"Yours is big, round, and full. It would take me at least three mouthfuls to savor you."

Maria smacked my hand away with a sharp crack, then buried her face in her hands and laughed so hard she nearly choked.

It took her a while to calm down. She didn't even scold me for unhooking her bra. "You have no shame at all. No wonder Kayla calls you a horny savage.

My pulse quickened. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Come on. Let me taste you."

"I won't let you…" she said, swatting at me, though her body betrayed her, trembling under my touch.

"I'm going to anyway."

I pushed past her arms, cupped her breast, and bit gently.

A sharp gasp escaped Maria, followed by a startled cry.

She shielded her chest with one hand and tried to push me away with the other, but she didn't dare touch the wound on my shoulder.

Instead, she tugged my hair, kicking her pale legs in a last stand.

I silenced her with a kiss and ran my hands over every sensitive part of her body. After a few rounds, I found the rhythm. I kissed her until she went completely limp, then slid her dress off with ease.

"You'll regret this…" she panted.

"I'd regret it if I didn't bed you," I said.

Her surrender stirred something dark inside me. I grabbed her legs, flipped her over, and pressed her face down onto the bed.

I slapped her left ass cheek hard, making a ripple of flesh roll.

This time, Maria didn't fight back or say a word. She just clenched her cheeks as I pulled down her soaked underwear.