Father In Law Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

Along with the strong storm happening outside, my father-in-law is also vigorously and forcefully thrusting into me. I have already climaxed several times from his amazing fvcking while he has only come once. That's why I can really feel his size and hardness. He was relentless in taking me, and I loved how rough he was. I am on my knees with my hands on the bed while he is drilling quickly from behind me. One of his hands is on one of my shoulders while he's ramming his enormous c*ck into me. I'm moaning loudly, and my voice is getting hoarse. What he is doing feels so good, and I have never experienced such pleasure before.

Roman groaned, low and filthy, and started to move. “Take it,” he growled, voice dark against her ear. “Take every inch. This is mine. Your body is mine. Say it.” Nessa’s hips rose to meet every thrust. “It’s yours—oh God—” Roman fucked her harder, deeper, the headboard knocking steadily against the wall. Every thrust dragged a broken moan from her throat. He leaned down and bit her shoulder, then sucked a mark right over her pulse point. “You’re dripping down my balls already,” he rasped. “So fucking wet for your husband’s father. Do you like that? Do you like knowing Victor’s right down the hall while I’m ruining you?”

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.

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.

The wet slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room along with the obscene squelch of my dripping cunt taking his cock. “Listen to how wet you are for me,” he growled, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Your pussy is creaming all over daddy’s dick. You like knowing it is wrong? You like knowing your father in law is balls deep in the same hole his son used to fuck?”