Father In Law Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then he helps me out of the car, his hand a steadying force on my elbow. He holds my hand firmly as he leads me up the walkway to his house. The air between us is thick, tense, like a pot about to boil over. If we don’t do something about this now, I think I might actually shatter. He doesn’t say a word, just leads me through the quiet, darkened living room and down a hall to his bedroom. His eyes never leave mine, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he looks away. I still can’t believe this is happening. Solomon Priest. My best friend’s father. The man I’ve been secretly fixated on for what feels like forever is finally going to touch me. And he’s going to be my first.

A muffled cry falls from my lips, my hips rolling into his hand unashamedly as I ride the wave. My father in law’s eyes blaze with dark possessiveness as he watches me unravel, and I may be his son’s on paper but in our stolen moments, there’s no denying I’m wholly his. His favorite plaything. His forbidden obsession. 01 Lick, toss, gasp. The clink of our glasses connecting with the table top is muffled by the deafening music blasting through the club’s speakers. “Natalia, we’ve done four already. I don’t think we should do any more,” Neomi, ever the voice of reason chokes out, her eyes watering almost as badly as mine.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

She bit her lip hard, hands gripping the sheets, but every thrust forced little broken moans out of her. Her tits bounced with each powerful snap of his hips. My father leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he fucked her harder, whispering more filthy praise against her skin. “You’re such a good little slut for me… creaming all over my cock while my daughter sleeps down the hall.” I couldn’t breathe. But the worst part — the part that made shame burn through me — was that I was getting wet. My pussy throbbed as I watched them. My father’s strong body moving over Lila, the way she was taking him so deep, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

What he saw stopped him cold. Father Elias stood in the center of the small room, black cassock unbuttoned and hanging open like a dark curtain. Beneath it he wore nothing. His thick, veined cock stood fully hard in his fist, the head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum. On the small wooden table in front of him, his laptop played gay p**n on low volume — two muscular men, one bent over an altar-like surface while the other fucked him deep and rough, grunting filthy words that echoed softly in the sacristy. Father Elias stroked himself with slow, deliberate pulls, eyes locked on the screen. His other hand gripped the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles were white. A low, hungry gr

My Reagan took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it pleasurably, this inflicted some feral sensation to run down my body. Hidalgo was spewing hundred of kisses on my shoulder, his other hand grabbing and pressing my butt and he spank me hard. "Ah!" I screamed wildly but Mr. Reagan clashed his lips on my mine, shutting me up from the pain his son had invented on me. Then, he roamed his ragged hand smoothly to my thigh and he was now trying to feel my pussy. "No!" I whimper hesitantly, my father in law lips were still kissing me violently while I wriggled in his son's arms.

My father breathed out, “just like that…just like that. So fucking tight.” I felt my heart pound greatly in my chest and I heard my father moan my wife's name without hesitation. What the actual fuck! I raised my hands to pound on the door, but I stopped mid air. I couldn't even bring myself to do it. Was this her way of making him fall for him? This was definitely not what I asked her to do. The more I remained glued to the front of the door, the more I heard their heavy breathing, their names escaping each other's lips.

She looks up at my face and smiles warmly at me, curling her hand around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. Not one to deny her, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against my body. The taboo aspect of this should make me feel guilty, but it just makes my cock rock hard. I'm her father in law, for fuck's sake, but I don't really care at this point.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

“Been watching you avoid us for years. Knew it was because you’re a dirty little slut deep down. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how bad you need family cock.” My walls clench hard around my fingers. Shame floods my face, but it blends with the heat and pushes me higher. This is so fucked up. He is your father-in-law. Mark’s dad. Yet the taboo makes my clit throb even more. I rub faster, thighs trembling.