On My Daddy's Bed
"Can you feel it?" Richard breathed, his thick fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy while his eyes locked on mine. "This greedy cunt clenching around my fingers... begging for more. You're such a desperate little slut for me."
"I hate you," I gasped, even as my back arched and my pussy gushed around his hand.
"No, you don't," he said, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard. "You hate that I am the only one who makes you feel this way. You hate that I am the one who knows exactly how to ruin you."
Shame and pleasure twisted inside me as he continued, his fingers relentless, finding every spot that made me shake.
******
It shouldn't have been him touching me, fucking me and making me scream in ways I never knew I could.
Now, nothing could end this forbidden affair.
He was the wrong man — my father-in-law —- yet the only one whose touch could make me come undone... the only one who knew exactly how to break me and put me back together.
I should walk away. I should end this filthy game.
But a single touch from him and whispered filthy words leave me moaning his name like I'm made for him, and beg for more.