Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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After my shower, I emerged from the steam-filled bathroom to discover Richard had barricaded himself in his room.
I hovered outside his door, fingers twitching with the urge to knock, but the memory of his icy dismissal in the bathroom froze me in place.
Alone in bed, my body throbbed with hollow longing. That taste of forbidden ecstasy had rewired me - an addiction burning through my veins, making every nerve ending scream for another hit of our illicit connection.
The clock ticked past midnight before exhaustion dragged me into fitful sleep. Then - the unmistakable sensation of covers sliding away, calloused fingers tracing secret patterns across my skin.
I jolted awake. No dream - this was real. Our gated community had 24/7 security. Only two people lived here... which meant those wandering hands could belong to just one man.
Electric anticipation crackled through me. Fighting the pulsing heat between my thighs, I peeked through barely parted lashes.
The nightlight's amber glow confirmed it - Richard crouched between my legs like a man possessed, his hushed whispers dripping with reverence as those skilled fingers explored my damp folds.
I stopped breathing. The house held its breath with me.
My thoughts short-circuited. Earlier, he'd resisted because of Ethan. Yet here he was, stealing touches in the dead of night like some guilty thief.
Maybe the dam had finally broken. If he'd already crossed that line once, why stop now?
I ached for him to claim me, but he just teased - maddening circles that left me trembling. My traitorous body answered, slick with invitation. Playing asleep, I subtly widened my stance.
He froze mid-stroke. For an endless moment, I felt his gaze burning into me.
Then - the hot swipe of his tongue. I nearly arched off the mattress as pleasure detonated through me.
"Victoria..." His voice cracked like dry kindling.
I maintained my sleeping charade, pulse hammering.
When he rose up to shed his boxers, his erection stood thick and angry - more magnificent than my memories.
"Victoria... Christ, I can't-" His groan vibrated through me as he fisted himself, eyes locked on my glistening heat.
Still he hesitated. Frustration coiled tight in my belly. If he wouldn't take what he wanted, I'd take it for us both.
As his strokes grew frantic, I struck - bolting upright so fast he nearly toppled backward.
"V-Victoria! You're—"
I swallowed his shock with a searing kiss, my tongue conquering his mouth before he could protest.
"Dad... fuck me," I demanded between bruising kisses.
When he tried pushing me down, I let myself sprawl across the mattress - breath held, waiting to see if he'd run.
I hovered outside his door, fingers twitching with the urge to knock, but the memory of his icy dismissal in the bathroom froze me in place.
Alone in bed, my body throbbed with hollow longing. That taste of forbidden ecstasy had rewired me - an addiction burning through my veins, making every nerve ending scream for another hit of our illicit connection.
The clock ticked past midnight before exhaustion dragged me into fitful sleep. Then - the unmistakable sensation of covers sliding away, calloused fingers tracing secret patterns across my skin.
I jolted awake. No dream - this was real. Our gated community had 24/7 security. Only two people lived here... which meant those wandering hands could belong to just one man.
Electric anticipation crackled through me. Fighting the pulsing heat between my thighs, I peeked through barely parted lashes.
The nightlight's amber glow confirmed it - Richard crouched between my legs like a man possessed, his hushed whispers dripping with reverence as those skilled fingers explored my damp folds.
I stopped breathing. The house held its breath with me.
My thoughts short-circuited. Earlier, he'd resisted because of Ethan. Yet here he was, stealing touches in the dead of night like some guilty thief.
Maybe the dam had finally broken. If he'd already crossed that line once, why stop now?
I ached for him to claim me, but he just teased - maddening circles that left me trembling. My traitorous body answered, slick with invitation. Playing asleep, I subtly widened my stance.
He froze mid-stroke. For an endless moment, I felt his gaze burning into me.
Then - the hot swipe of his tongue. I nearly arched off the mattress as pleasure detonated through me.
"Victoria..." His voice cracked like dry kindling.
I maintained my sleeping charade, pulse hammering.
When he rose up to shed his boxers, his erection stood thick and angry - more magnificent than my memories.
"Victoria... Christ, I can't-" His groan vibrated through me as he fisted himself, eyes locked on my glistening heat.
Still he hesitated. Frustration coiled tight in my belly. If he wouldn't take what he wanted, I'd take it for us both.
As his strokes grew frantic, I struck - bolting upright so fast he nearly toppled backward.
"V-Victoria! You're—"
I swallowed his shock with a searing kiss, my tongue conquering his mouth before he could protest.
"Dad... fuck me," I demanded between bruising kisses.
When he tried pushing me down, I let myself sprawl across the mattress - breath held, waiting to see if he'd run.
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