Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Richard's lower body was thick with coarse hair, and the sight of his heavy arousal—thick as a ripe cucumber—sent a thrill coursing through me.
For a moment, I froze, overwhelmed by desire. Then, almost instinctively, I leaned down and took the swollen tip between my lips, swirling my tongue in slow, teasing circles. His breathing deepened, each ragged exhale fueling my hunger.
Heat pooled between my thighs, desperate and insistent. My fingers drifted toward my own slick need, but just as I touched myself, Richard's eyes fluttered open.
I jerked back, his arousal slipping from my mouth. The air between us turned electric with tension. If he realized what I'd been doing—how bold I'd been—I didn't know how he'd react.
But after a few agonizing seconds, he only scratched absently at his groin before his breathing steadied again, slipping back into drunken slumber.
Relief washed over me. He hadn't truly woken—just stirred in his haze.
"Dad… are you okay?" I whispered. No response.
He must have been half-asleep. Not daring to push further, I settled beside him, waiting until his breaths grew deep and even before moving again.
As I shifted under the covers, Richard turned toward me, his face pressing against the soft swell of my breasts.
Then, without warning, his lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard.
I gasped. Was he awake? His hunger was raw, desperate—like a man starved. The pressure of his mouth was anything but innocent, as if he wanted to consume me whole.
"Dad…?" I murmured. Still no answer. Maybe this was his dream. Maybe I was part of it.
The thought sent a reckless thrill through me. If this was his fantasy, I'd give him everything.
I arched into him, pressing both breasts against his face. His left hand groped my other mound, kneading roughly, while his right slid between my thighs, fingers plunging deep.
His touch was relentless, fingers working me with rough urgency. My body clenched around him, wet and aching, the air thick with the scent of my need. I spread my legs wider, surrendering completely.
But just as pleasure coiled tight inside me, his movements slowed. His mouth released my nipple, his hands stilled.
The sudden absence left me trembling, desperate for more.
Heart pounding, I reached for him, stroking his length until his hunger reignited. As my moans filled the room, he suddenly pulled his fingers free.
Before I could react, he flipped me onto my stomach. The blunt pressure of him pressed where I wasn't ready—too much, too fast.
A sharp cry escaped me, tears springing to my eyes. But then, just as suddenly, he stilled again.