Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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The moment we left the office, the air in the car turned suffocating. Alexander sat stiffly behind the wheel, his face an unreadable mask. I curled into the passenger seat, barely daring to breathe.
This was my first time seeing his home. The three-story mansion rose before us, its manicured grounds sprawling in every direction. My hands shook as I followed him inside, up to the third floor.
The entire level was one vast, minimalist space. A pristine white bed dominated the center, while floor-to-ceiling windows framed a stunning view. A full-length mirror caught my reflection—wide-eyed, nervous.
I stole a glance at Alexander, my stomach twisting. The memory of his thick length driving into me earlier sent a jolt of heat between my thighs.
He stripped off his tailored suit, then bent to pull a suitcase from under the bed. "Shower first," he ordered, nodding toward the ensuite. "Then put this on."
With a shaky breath, I dragged the case into the bathroom.
After scrubbing away the lingering traces of our earlier encounter, I stood naked before the mirror and unzipped the suitcase. Inside lay a skintight leather lingerie set—the top cupped my breasts with strategic cutouts, while the bottoms left nothing to the imagination.
Beneath it, a black lace thong waited, its fabric stiff in certain places. The musky scent clinging to it told me exactly how many women had worn it before me. Tonight, it would soak up my own desire.
The leather clung to me like a second skin, every seam pressing in as if marking me as his.
When I stepped out, Alexander stood naked by the bed. Even soft, his cock was impressive—thick, dusky, and already half the length of my hand. My breath caught. If that was him at rest, I wasn't sure I could take him fully hard.
His mouth closed over my nipple while his fingers plunged into me without warning. Pleasure crackled through me, pulling moans from my lips. One hand splayed across his chest, the other stroking his hardening length.
When he withdrew his glistening fingers, he pushed me onto the bed. I spread my legs eagerly, aching for him to fill me.
Instead, he dragged his now fully erect cock against my slick folds. The friction against my swollen clit made me writhe, desperate for more.
Then something thick and vibrating pressed against my entrance, stretching me open with relentless pulses. My eyes flew open—Alexander knelt between my thighs, working a lifelike vibrator in and out of me. Beneath us, a glass collected the evidence of my arousal.
I didn't question it. My thoughts dissolved into white-hot pleasure as the device pushed me toward the edge. Just as another climax built, the phone on the nightstand shattered the moment with its shrill ring.
This was my first time seeing his home. The three-story mansion rose before us, its manicured grounds sprawling in every direction. My hands shook as I followed him inside, up to the third floor.
The entire level was one vast, minimalist space. A pristine white bed dominated the center, while floor-to-ceiling windows framed a stunning view. A full-length mirror caught my reflection—wide-eyed, nervous.
I stole a glance at Alexander, my stomach twisting. The memory of his thick length driving into me earlier sent a jolt of heat between my thighs.
He stripped off his tailored suit, then bent to pull a suitcase from under the bed. "Shower first," he ordered, nodding toward the ensuite. "Then put this on."
With a shaky breath, I dragged the case into the bathroom.
After scrubbing away the lingering traces of our earlier encounter, I stood naked before the mirror and unzipped the suitcase. Inside lay a skintight leather lingerie set—the top cupped my breasts with strategic cutouts, while the bottoms left nothing to the imagination.
Beneath it, a black lace thong waited, its fabric stiff in certain places. The musky scent clinging to it told me exactly how many women had worn it before me. Tonight, it would soak up my own desire.
The leather clung to me like a second skin, every seam pressing in as if marking me as his.
When I stepped out, Alexander stood naked by the bed. Even soft, his cock was impressive—thick, dusky, and already half the length of my hand. My breath caught. If that was him at rest, I wasn't sure I could take him fully hard.
His mouth closed over my nipple while his fingers plunged into me without warning. Pleasure crackled through me, pulling moans from my lips. One hand splayed across his chest, the other stroking his hardening length.
When he withdrew his glistening fingers, he pushed me onto the bed. I spread my legs eagerly, aching for him to fill me.
Instead, he dragged his now fully erect cock against my slick folds. The friction against my swollen clit made me writhe, desperate for more.
Then something thick and vibrating pressed against my entrance, stretching me open with relentless pulses. My eyes flew open—Alexander knelt between my thighs, working a lifelike vibrator in and out of me. Beneath us, a glass collected the evidence of my arousal.
I didn't question it. My thoughts dissolved into white-hot pleasure as the device pushed me toward the edge. Just as another climax built, the phone on the nightstand shattered the moment with its shrill ring.
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