Father In Law Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had no recollection of him, just a foggy, disconnected memory of that night. But now, as I looked at him, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It was Jason. My one night stand had been with my Quinn’s adoptive father! My breath caught in my throat as the memory crashed over me, and his face was so clear now. He was the one I’d slept with when I’d been too drunk to know who it was. And the realization made my stomach turn. I gasped, feeling the cold air rush into my lungs. “Oh no,” I whispered, shaking my head.

The other just laughed, still completely spent. “You two’s fuckplay has fired me up,” Father growled, and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter, “though I prefer the front hole.” And he plunged in, rough and bestial. Jon couldn’t tear himself away. It was an erotic car wreck. There was a dark hilarity in watching a parent you despise get hate-fucked. Still, there was something fundamentally wrong about watching family members having sex. Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below.

I mumbled as I ran my tongue over her delicate nape, making her moan in pleasure. "Take me, father. What can I do when my father-in-law has no shame and wants to do dirty things to me?" As Elaira wrapped her fingers around my thickening cock over my pant and started stroking it, I growled in pleasure and couldn’t wait to plunge it inside her hot pussy.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

This man needed professional help and possibly holy water. "It's crazy how I haven’t even fucked you properly yet and now my own father is digging into you every night. Does he make you squirt? Does he drink your milk while he breeds you? I bet you beg him for it, don’t you? My perfect little wife turned into a cock-hungry slut for my dad.” I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to hang up. I couldn’t annoy him that far. Not yet. Not while Valerio’s life was still on the line. I had to keep him calm.

No one would believe that I had met a sexy stranger on the plane and had the most amazing night of my life only to discover that he was my father-in-law. It wouldn't make sense, this was not just a case of infidelity, it was a taboo and I would live with the shame forever. “You will not speak to Sansa with such disrespect, be warned.” Killian scoffed, "You are defending your little whore?” "Shut up Killian before I shut it for you!” "Aren't you ashamed? You even brought her into our home, your own home!” “I said enough!" But Killian didn't listen. “I knew it,” he hissed, his chest rising and falling. “I always knew you never loved me. You just waited. You waited to take what was mine. You co

My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before. Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them. My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence. So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh? Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.

They were all staring at me as if I stank. “Then why does the idea of marrying a man who loves me after my husband cruelly divorced me repulse you? Why do you turn all red whenever you mention my father-in-law? As I already know, people who do this must have an affiliation with the man involved or…” I held my head up as my voice slowly rose. “Or you want to also have my father-in-law all to yourself.” The thought of it alone stirred up anger within me. I knew so many women wanted Xander. He’s mature, incredibly sexy; I could picture his biceps, his beard perfectly carved, he’s rich, he’s kind. What more can a woman ask for?

"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...?!"

Then the low, familiar voice I knew from every Sunday dinner and every proud speech. “Room’s busy. What’s going on in here, Damon?” My stomach dropped so hard I nearly threw up. That voice. My father. Then another man laughed. “Looks like we’re just in time.” “Then we should join in,” my father said, his voice thick with hunger. “This is the kind of feast I like.” ***** I froze completely. Eleven men had already used me. My pussy was sloppy, dripping with their cum, and now my own father in law was standing there with his trousers dropping, his thick, heavy, matured cock bouncing free into the air, already half-hard and veiny.