CHAPTER 2

I didn't sleep at all after that.

How could I? My father-in-law had just sexted me while my husband snored three feet away, and I'd agreed to meet him. To fuck him.

Jesus Christ, what was I doing?

But even as guilt twisted in my stomach, my pussy was still throbbing, still aching for what David had promised.

I stared at my phone in the darkness, reading his messages over and over.

David: Now touch yourself thinking about Daddy and get some sleep.

My hand had already slipped back between my legs before I'd even finished reading it. I'd come twice more that night, biting my pillow to stay silent, imagining everything he was going to do to me.

By morning, I was a mess. Ethan kissed me goodbye, completely oblivious, and headed to work like it was any other day.

It wasn't any other day.

In six hours, I was going to my father-in-law's house to let him fuck me.

The hours crawled by. I showered, shaved everything, changed outfits four times. What did you wear to cheat on your husband with his father?

I settled on a sundress-easy access-and no underwear, just like in my fantasies.

At 1:50 PM, I stood outside David's house, heart hammering so hard I thought I might pass out.

I could still turn back. Get in my car. Go home. Pretend this never happened.

But I didn't want to.

I knocked.

The door opened immediately, like he'd been waiting right there.

David stood in the doorway, and the look on his face made my knees weak. Dark eyes raking over me, jaw tight, barely restrained hunger radiating off him.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually come," he said, voice rough.

"I almost didn't."

"But you did." He stepped aside. "Come in, Mia."

I walked past him, and the second the door closed, everything changed.

His hand caught my wrist, spinning me around. My back hit the wall. His body pressed against mine, hard and warm and overwhelming.

"I need you to tell me to stop," he growled, mouth inches from mine. "Tell me to stop and I will. But if you don't, I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget you're married to my son."

I couldn't speak. Could barely even breathe.

His hand slid up my thigh, under my dress, and when he found nothing but bare skin, he groaned.

"No panties. Fuck, baby girl. You came here ready for me, didn't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

His fingers found me, sliding through my wetness, and I gasped.

"Soaking wet already." His thumb circled my clit and my hips jerked. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Thinking about Daddy's cock?"

"Yes, God, yes-"

"Say it properly."

"I've been thinking about your cock, Daddy. Please-"

His mouth crashed onto mine, and I'd never been kissed like this. Ethan's kisses were gentle, careful. David kissed me like he was consuming me whole.

His fingers pushed inside me and I moaned into his mouth. Two thick digits stretching me, curling, finding spots that made me see stars.

"So fucking tight," he groaned against my lips. "When's the last time my son actually made you come?"

I couldn't remember. Months, maybe.

"That's what I thought." He pumped his fingers harder, faster. "But Daddy's going to take care of you now. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy, please-"

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was spinning me around, bending me over the entryway table, hiking my dress up over my hips.

I heard his belt buckle. His zipper. The sound made my pussy clench with anticipation.

"Last chance, Mia." His hand smoothed over my ass. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Don't stop," I begged. "Please, Daddy, don't stop-"

Something thick and hard 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 fuck 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 fucked by your father-in-law."

He didn't give me time to adjust. Just started pounding into me, hard and fast and ruthless. The table scraped across the floor with every thrust. My hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth surface.

"Then take this dick like the good girl you are," he growled, hips snapping against my ass.

Oh God. Oh fuck. This was everything I'd imagined and more. His cock hit places inside me I didn't even know existed. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded, hand tightening in my hair.

"You," I gasped. "You, Daddy-"

"Say it again."

"I'm yours! Fuck, I'm yours, Daddy, please don't stop-"

His other hand snaked around, finding my clit, and I nearly sobbed with how good it felt.

"That's my good girl. Come on Daddy's cock. Show me what my son's been missing."

The orgasm built fast and brutal. His cock driving into me, his fingers on my clit, his filthy words in my ear-it was too much.

"Daddy, I'm gonna-fuck, I'm-"

"Come for me, baby girl. Come on Daddy's cock right fucking now."

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me like nothing I'd ever felt. I came so hard my legs gave out, only David's grip on my hips keeping me upright. I was vaguely aware of screaming into his hand, my pussy clenching around him over and over.

"That's it, that's my perfect girl," he groaned. "So fucking tight. You feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock."

His rhythm stuttered, grew erratic.

"Gonna fill this pussy up," he grunted. "Gonna pump you full of my cum. You want that?"

"Yes! Please, Daddy, fill me up-"

He slammed in deep one last time and I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, marking me from the inside out.

"Fuck, Mia. Fuck."

We collapsed together, both panting, his weight pressing me into the table. His cock was still inside me, his cum already starting to leak out.

Reality hit me like a freight train.

I'd just fucked my husband's father.

David seemed to sense my panic. He pulled out slowly, gently, and turned me around. His hand cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Hey. Look at me." His voice was softer now. "Don't regret this."

"I just cheated on your son."

"I know." He kissed my forehead. "And I'm not sorry. Are you?"

I should be. I should be drowning in guilt.

But all I felt was satisfied.

"No," I whispered. "I'm not sorry."

He smiled, dark and possessive. "Good. Beca

use we're not done. Not even close."

He took my hand and led me toward the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"My bedroom. We're just getting started, baby girl."

David's bedroom was exactly what I'd imagined-dark wood furniture, king-sized bed with expensive sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard. The same backyard where we'd had family barbecues. Where Ethan had proposed to me three years ago.

I pushed the thought away.

David closed the door behind us, and the click of the lock made my stomach flip.

"Take off the dress," he commanded, leaning against the door, arms crossed. "Slowly."

My hands trembled as I reached for the hem. I'd never stripped for anyone before, not like this. Ethan had never asked. But something about the way David watched me-like I was the only thing in the world that mattered-made me want to put on a show.

I pulled the dress up slowly, revealing my thighs, my hips, my stomach. His eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin. When I lifted it over my head and let it drop to the floor, I stood completely naked before him.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"You imagined me?"

"Every night for the past six months." He pushed off the door, stalking toward me. "Every time you came to my house in those tight jeans. Every time you bent over to get something from the fridge. Every time you called me 'Dad' at family dinners, all I could think about was bending you over and making you call me Daddy for entirely different reasons."

Six months. He'd wanted me for six months.

"I thought I was crazy," I whispered.

"You're not crazy, baby girl. You just married the wrong man." His fingers traced my collarbone, down between my breasts. "My son doesn't deserve you. Doesn't appreciate what he has."

"And you do?"

His hand wrapped around my throat-not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. "I'm going to worship every inch of you. I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. And then I'm going to ruin you so thoroughly that no other man will ever be enough. Starting now."

He backed me toward the bed and I fell onto it, bouncing slightly on the mattress. David stood at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over my naked body spread before him.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Show me how you do it when you're alone. When you're thinking about me."

My face burned, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed. My hand slid down my stomach, between my legs. I was already soaking wet again, despite just having been fucked against his entryway table.

"That's it. Spread those legs wider. Let Daddy see that pretty pussy."

I obeyed, opening my thighs, circling my clit with my fingers while he watched.

"You do this at night, don't you? While my son sleeps next to you." He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Touch that pussy and think about me."

"Yes," I moaned. "God, yes, all the time-"

"What do you think about?" His shirt hit the floor, revealing a chest more muscular than I'd expected. He was fit for forty-eight, clearly took care of himself.

"I think about you bending me over. Making me beg. Calling me your good girl while you fuck me."

"And does that make you come hard, baby?"

"So hard," I whimpered, fingers moving faster now.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants. "You want to see what you do to me? How hard Daddy gets thinking about his son's wife?"

"Please."

He shoved his pants and boxers down, and his cock sprang free. I'd felt it inside me, but seeing it was different. Thick, long, already hard and leaking at the tip. So much bigger than Ethan's.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly. "Stop touching yourself. That's Daddy's job now."

I pulled my hand away, whimpering at the loss.

David climbed onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to his face.

"Has my son ever eaten this pussy properly?"

Before I could answer, his tongue was on me.

I cried out, back arching off the bed. Ethan had gone down on me maybe five times in three years of marriage, and never with any real enthusiasm. This was different. David devoured me like he was starving for it. His tongue circled my clit, flicked it, sucked it between his lips. His fingers spread me open, giving him better access.

"Oh fuck, oh God-" My hands fisted in his hair.

He looked up at me, eyes dark. "You taste so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat this pussy for hours."

And he nearly did.

He brought me to the edge over and over, backing off just before I could come. His tongue worked me expertly, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made me gasp and moan.

"Please," I begged. "Please, Daddy, let me come-"

"Not yet." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them. "I want you desperate first. Want you so needy you'll do anything I ask."

"I'll do anything! Please, just-"

"Anything?" His thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers pumped. "You'll be Daddy's good little slut? Let me use this tight pussy whenever I want?"

"Yes! God, yes-"

"You'll sneak away from family dinners to let me fuck you? Come to my house every day your husband's at work?"

"Yes, Daddy, anything, please-"

He added a third finger and I nearly screamed. The stretch was intense, preparing me.

"That's my good girl. Now come on Daddy's face."

His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking hard, and I exploded. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my thighs trembling. I actually screamed this time, not caring who heard.

David didn't stop. Just kept licking, kept fingering me through it until I was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Please, it's too much-"

"You can take it." His fingers curled, hitting some spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Come again. Give Daddy another one."

"I can't-"