Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

The dam finally broke. My fingers found Richard's thick length between my legs, guiding him toward my aching heat. My hips lifted instinctively as his swollen tip pressed against my drenched folds.
Even seeing it with my own eyes hadn't prepared me. The moment he pushed inside, words failed me—nothing could capture that overwhelming stretch.
Two months without this. Two months starving. Now tears streamed down my face as pleasure crashed over me in waves.
Ethan had never come close. Just Richard's tip stretching me sent shockwaves through my body—pain and ecstasy twisting together in ways I'd never known.
Before I could catch my breath, he drove forward like a man possessed. His full length buried itself inside me, sending my body into violent tremors. Heat gushed from my core as I took every inch.
My smaller frame struggled to adjust, but soon the pain melted away. Morality, guilt—none of it mattered anymore. I just wanted to feel.
His slow, controlled strokes had me dripping. Hands roamed my body, gripping my breasts with rough urgency as I arched beneath him. Each thrust struck deep, building the pressure again and again.
"Daddy..." The word spilled from my lips as my walls clenched around him.
He slowed, nearly slipping out—but I couldn't let him go. My hips chased his, grinding until a low growl escaped him. Then he was slamming into me again, harder, deeper, wrecking me completely.
I bit my lip to stifle my cries, but my body betrayed me—wave after wave of pleasure leaving me shaking. The bed beneath us was soaked.
When his final thrusts came, I locked around him, refusing to let a single drop escape. As he pulsed inside me, I pressed my panties tight, keeping everything right where it belonged.
Safe period. No regrets.