Novel & Cerita Father In Law Erotica

He leaned over me, chest against my back, and growled filthy things right against my ear. “Take it. Take every inch of this cock. Been too long since I fucked you like this. Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna make you leak my cum all night.” I almost came right then. The words were so raw, so wrong. My father-in-law’s cock was stretching my cunt open while he thought he was breeding his wife, and I was secretly soaking the sheets because of it.

“Pathetic little slut. You love how I dominate you, right?” She tried to nod, but he shoved himself back into her mouth before she could answer. Her throat convulsed, gagging hard as he pressed deeper. Her eyes watered more, her nails biting into his thighs as she fought for balance. Daniels groaned. “And your father. Do you know what he thinks? He thinks his sweet daughter is working hard. That she’s focused. That she’s catching up on lessons.” He rammed deeper, balls slapping against her chin. “But if he could see you now? If he could see you drooling, choking, and crying with my dick halfway down your throat. I'm sure he would lose his fucking mind.”

I nibbled on my lower lip. “It was too new and too soon,” I told her. “And then you stopped talking to me because of the whole Ethan thing. Plus, I had no idea how to bring up the fact that I’ve been sleeping with your father. It was awkward for me, but I never meant to make you feel disincluded in anyway, Irene.” She was quiet for a long while, processing my words. “My father hasn’t had a serious girlfriend in years,” she murmured. “After my mom died, there was this one woman that I thought he was going to marry.”

“Please, daddy, fuck me. I need it so bad.” His free hand came up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. The pain shot straight to my core, mixing with the pleasure in a way that made my knees weak. “Beg for it properly,” he demanded. “Tell me how bad you want your father-in-law’s cock stretching that sweet pussy.” My face burned with shame and arousal. This was wrong... soo fucking wrong. He was my husband’s father, for christ’s sake. But that only made it hotter.

"You like being dirty. Being mine in secret. Being Daddy's little whore." "Yes—oh God—yes." "Then come again," he commanded, his fingers working my clit. "Come on my cock again. Show me how much you love being fucked by your father-in-law." I shattered for the second time, my whole body convulsing and my pussy clenching so hard around him that Richard groaned. "Fuck—Isadora—I'm going to…" His rhythm became erratic and desperate. "Where do you want it?" he asked, his voice strained.

I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

"You were so wild, so full of fight... I enjoyed every second of it." "You are... you are a monster!" I breathed out, horrified. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly. "I am a man who takes what he wants. And you... you were there, crying, vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Did you think your little boyfriend was the only Moretti who could have you?" "You are his father... How could you...?!"

I told myself this was the last time. The last time I was crawling to my father-in-law like this, the last time I will be kneeling and sucking him, I don't even remember the last time I did that with my husband. Honestly, I don't even remember the last time we had sex, because whenever we did, since I started letting my father-in-law fuck me, I've not been feeling my husband anymore; he would even go for an hour, foreplay and good sex, but I still wouldn't cum. I always found myself thinking and imagining my father-in-law instead.

Myra's POV: His touch for some odd reason burned my skin in ways I never expected. I immediately pulled my hand away from him and made my way out of the huge hall to the restroom, my heart pounding harshly in my chest. What was going on? He was supposed to be my father-in-law yet here I was, feeling hot and bothered because of him. I had seen him just once in the past and from a distance. Even though I found him handsome, I just never thought of him as someone to be so attracted to.