Father In Law Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here. Let me guess—you’re trying to use my father to pressure me? Get him to force me to marry you?” I didn’t answer, just watched him quietly as he continued his little performance. “Listen here, you bitch,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “I’d rather die than marry you. That bullshit marriage contract your dead father left behind means nothing to me. I’m the Moretti heir, not your slave!” His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks. “Let go,” I said, my voice soft but cold. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it?”

The only thing I could focus on was the pulsing meat filling my moist cove. Father Gabriel didn’t hold back with his thrusts. The hands he had fondling my breats were the only thing that kept me from crumbling into a mess on the floor. I shuddered when he pressed lips against the sensitive area on the back of my neck. He planted light kisses there, then he took it between his teeth and nibble. Pleasure shot through me, making me cry out. “Father!” “I love driving into your slick pussy,” he groaned. “You’re so damn wet, you little slut.”

I couldn’t spend her whole life wanting my father in law. I greedily drank in the sight of him now up close. He was a man whose presence filled any room he occupied. He wore his black with streaks of grey hair cut short, styled with minimal product. He looked expensive and sophisticated. He always looked very serious and stern but also exuded so much confidence and arrogance. Which are one of the many things that drew me to him. I was helpless and unable to fight my attraction to him. “Elara.” he said in a low voice. “You’re alone again.” His gaze slid lazily over me, making me feel as though he could see right through me.

"You told me it was a mistake. You didn't tell me why you made it. The last time I checked, you weren't drunk." "Because I was upset." "About what?" "That isn't your business." "Evangeline." He said my name gently, which I wasn't prepared for and damnit, it did something to my body but I couldn't tell what. "I'm not asking as Kieran's father. I'm asking as the man you walked up to in a bar and offered to pay. I am asking as a man who your body felt comfortable with for some few hours." I closed my eyes. Of course he remembered that. He remembered everything.

"Please, Daddy, don't stop—" Something thick and h*rd pressed against my entrance, and I realized this was really happening. I was bent over in my father-in-law's house, about to let him— "Does my son f*ck you this good?" David asked, voice dark and dangerous. "No?" He slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed. The stretch was insane, overwhelming, perfect. He was so much bigger than Ethan, filling me completely, splitting me open in the best way. His hand clamped over my mouth. "Quiet, baby girl. Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear you getting f*cked by your father-in-law."

During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

Tessa said, her words sending a strange, nervous flutter straight to my chest. "I mean, setting aside the tiny detail that he's Ethan's father, the man is an absolute god among men. Of course, the fact that he's your father-in-law makes this the most complicated mess imaginable. But..." Tessa paused abruptly, as if a sudden lightbulb had just switched on in her head. "Wait a minute... could it be that he's been harboring feelings for you for a long time?" I swallowed hard. "He... he said something along those lines."

Joan. I have wanted to fuck my father-in-law like a filthy, dirty whore. Yes — like a shameless, cock-starved slut who couldn’t think about anything else. I’ve masturbated to the thought of him so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve fingered my dripping pussy raw imagining his thick cock stretching me open. I’ve cum so hard my legs shook while picturing his face between my thighs, and I’ve tasted him a thousand times behind my closed eyelids—salty, heavy, forbidden.

“Eat your son’s wife’s pussy like the dirty old man you are.” He growled against her folds and doubled his efforts, fingering her harder, sucking her clit until she came hard, thighs shaking around his head as she cried out in pleasure. But he wasn’t done. He climbed up, removing his clothes to reveal a strong, hairy chest and a thick, veined cock that made Emma’s mouth water. He rubbed the fat head along her soaked slit. “Beg for your father-in-law’s cock,” he demanded. “Please, Daddy,” Emma whimpered, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck your daughter-in-law. Stretch my pussy.”

I could feel his rock-hard cock, and I jerked it in my hands. The towel he had wrapped against his lower half had fallen sometime during our passionate kiss, and I glided my hands up and down his shaft. He groaned and moved his head toward me, capturing my lips again in his mouth. I don't know what had contributed to my boldness, but I suddenly felt so bold. I sank on my knees in front of him and ran my tongue against the tip of his penis, gathering the moisture on my tongue. I looked into Alejandro's eyes as I savored it, and he groaned, staring down at me with dark eyes that promised a lot of immoral things. Immoral things that I love.