Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Richard Lowell stumbled backward until the wall stopped him. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto the hypnotic sway of my full breasts. "Victoria, what the hell are you doing?" he choked out.
I closed the distance between us, peeling his hand from where it shielded himself and pressing it firmly against my chest. My breath came in soft, needy gasps as I murmured, "You saved me from the river, Dad. As your daughter-in-law, I owe you... Let me take care of you."
"No! I'm your father-in-law—I can wash myself!" His protest was weak, his fingers twitching against my skin even as he tried to pull away.
I caught his wrist, guiding his palm back to my breast with deliberate pressure. "Tell me the truth," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Haven't you ever imagined this?"
He shook his head, but his touch betrayed him—his fingers curled greedily into my flesh, kneading with a hunger he couldn't deny.
I arched into him, a shudder running through me as my other hand found the thick length of him. A few teasing strokes, and his restraint shattered. Both hands roamed my body now, mapping every curve with desperate urgency.
"Victoria…" His groan was rough, his grip tightening as his breathing turned ragged.
I matched his hunger, stroking him faster, grinding against his hardness until his resolve crumbled.
"Dad, please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need you inside me."
But he stayed silent, lost in the feel of my body, teasing me with his touch but refusing to give me what I craved.
Frustration coiled tight in my stomach. I guided him to the toilet seat and climbed onto his lap, spreading my thighs wide. My fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, guiding him toward my aching heat—
Only for him to grip my hips and lift me away at the last second, denying me.
The emptiness was unbearable.
Tears pricked my eyes as I searched his face. "Don't you want this?"
He shook his head violently. "You're my son's wife. We can't."
"But no one would know," I pressed, my voice desperate.
"Ethan could come back any minute. What if he finds out?"
I laughed, the sound bitter. "He won't—unless you tell him."
Richard went still, conflict warring in his eyes.
I knew he wanted me. Despite his age, his desire burned hotter than any young man's. But then—he pulled away, refusing to look at me as he stood and walked toward the door.
Panic clawed at my chest. "Dad!" I called after him. "We've already crossed that line! Last night—while you were asleep—you took me!"
He froze. For a heartbeat, I thought he might turn back. But then he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him.
Alone under the shower's spray, I let the water wash over me, mixing with the silent tears that fell.
I closed the distance between us, peeling his hand from where it shielded himself and pressing it firmly against my chest. My breath came in soft, needy gasps as I murmured, "You saved me from the river, Dad. As your daughter-in-law, I owe you... Let me take care of you."
"No! I'm your father-in-law—I can wash myself!" His protest was weak, his fingers twitching against my skin even as he tried to pull away.
I caught his wrist, guiding his palm back to my breast with deliberate pressure. "Tell me the truth," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Haven't you ever imagined this?"
He shook his head, but his touch betrayed him—his fingers curled greedily into my flesh, kneading with a hunger he couldn't deny.
I arched into him, a shudder running through me as my other hand found the thick length of him. A few teasing strokes, and his restraint shattered. Both hands roamed my body now, mapping every curve with desperate urgency.
"Victoria…" His groan was rough, his grip tightening as his breathing turned ragged.
I matched his hunger, stroking him faster, grinding against his hardness until his resolve crumbled.
"Dad, please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need you inside me."
But he stayed silent, lost in the feel of my body, teasing me with his touch but refusing to give me what I craved.
Frustration coiled tight in my stomach. I guided him to the toilet seat and climbed onto his lap, spreading my thighs wide. My fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, guiding him toward my aching heat—
Only for him to grip my hips and lift me away at the last second, denying me.
The emptiness was unbearable.
Tears pricked my eyes as I searched his face. "Don't you want this?"
He shook his head violently. "You're my son's wife. We can't."
"But no one would know," I pressed, my voice desperate.
"Ethan could come back any minute. What if he finds out?"
I laughed, the sound bitter. "He won't—unless you tell him."
Richard went still, conflict warring in his eyes.
I knew he wanted me. Despite his age, his desire burned hotter than any young man's. But then—he pulled away, refusing to look at me as he stood and walked toward the door.
Panic clawed at my chest. "Dad!" I called after him. "We've already crossed that line! Last night—while you were asleep—you took me!"
He froze. For a heartbeat, I thought he might turn back. But then he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him.
Alone under the shower's spray, I let the water wash over me, mixing with the silent tears that fell.
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