Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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"Come here." Alexander Roland's gaze flicked to me before he sprawled across the sofa, legs arrogantly spread. The thick, heavy length of him twitched against his thigh, a silent demand.
My stomach twisted, but I obeyed, standing stiffly before him.
My full breasts blocked my view of my own feet, and I knew exactly what he saw—the neatly trimmed curls level with his face, my body on display like some prized possession. His dark eyes lingered, studying me with the cold appreciation of a collector examining a new acquisition.
I didn't need orders. Swallowing hard, I sank to my knees, my tongue tracing the hard planes of his chest.
I dragged my mouth lower, tasting salt and musk as I worked my way down his abdomen. His breathing roughened, a deep groan vibrating in his throat.
When I reached his navel, the rigid heat of him nudged my chin, teasing.
I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly, before my tongue dipped lower, tracing through the coarse dark hair at his base. Then, inch by inch, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue, sucking hard.
"Ah—" His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me closer as he thrust deeper, fucking my mouth with rough, relentless strokes.
I could feel him hardening further between my lips, and my own body burned, aching for more. I wanted him to take me, to shove me down and use me until I couldn't think—
But he had no intention of giving me that. His grip tightened, keeping me trapped as he rocked faster, each brutal push hitting the back of my throat until I choked, tears pricking my eyes.
His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing violently—
Then, with a sharp cry, he came, hot and thick down my throat.
He held me there, forcing me to swallow every last drop before finally releasing me. Tossing a tissue at me, he smirked. "Clean up. Then get out."
And just like that, I understood. He'd never wanted me—only the power, the control, the pleasure of watching me debase myself.
Shame burned through me as I stumbled to the bathroom, scrubbing my mouth raw before fleeing like a thief.
The whole drive home, I sobbed. I had a husband who adored me—Ethan, sweet, loyal Ethan—and yet I'd thrown myself at a man who saw me as nothing but a toy.
Alexander hadn't taken my body, but I still felt filthy. Unworthy.
By the time I reached the river near our neighborhood, the tears wouldn't stop. The current roared below, dark and hungry. One step, and it would swallow me whole.
I closed my eyes, swaying forward—
Then a hand clamped around my arm.
I whirled—and froze.
Richard Lowell, my father-in-law, stared back at me.
My stomach twisted, but I obeyed, standing stiffly before him.
My full breasts blocked my view of my own feet, and I knew exactly what he saw—the neatly trimmed curls level with his face, my body on display like some prized possession. His dark eyes lingered, studying me with the cold appreciation of a collector examining a new acquisition.
I didn't need orders. Swallowing hard, I sank to my knees, my tongue tracing the hard planes of his chest.
I dragged my mouth lower, tasting salt and musk as I worked my way down his abdomen. His breathing roughened, a deep groan vibrating in his throat.
When I reached his navel, the rigid heat of him nudged my chin, teasing.
I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly, before my tongue dipped lower, tracing through the coarse dark hair at his base. Then, inch by inch, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue, sucking hard.
"Ah—" His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me closer as he thrust deeper, fucking my mouth with rough, relentless strokes.
I could feel him hardening further between my lips, and my own body burned, aching for more. I wanted him to take me, to shove me down and use me until I couldn't think—
But he had no intention of giving me that. His grip tightened, keeping me trapped as he rocked faster, each brutal push hitting the back of my throat until I choked, tears pricking my eyes.
His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing violently—
Then, with a sharp cry, he came, hot and thick down my throat.
He held me there, forcing me to swallow every last drop before finally releasing me. Tossing a tissue at me, he smirked. "Clean up. Then get out."
And just like that, I understood. He'd never wanted me—only the power, the control, the pleasure of watching me debase myself.
Shame burned through me as I stumbled to the bathroom, scrubbing my mouth raw before fleeing like a thief.
The whole drive home, I sobbed. I had a husband who adored me—Ethan, sweet, loyal Ethan—and yet I'd thrown myself at a man who saw me as nothing but a toy.
Alexander hadn't taken my body, but I still felt filthy. Unworthy.
By the time I reached the river near our neighborhood, the tears wouldn't stop. The current roared below, dark and hungry. One step, and it would swallow me whole.
I closed my eyes, swaying forward—
Then a hand clamped around my arm.
I whirled—and froze.
Richard Lowell, my father-in-law, stared back at me.
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