Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Richard's hot breath against my most sensitive spot sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, leaving my body taut and quivering.
"Mmm..." The moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
Even in deep sleep, his instincts took over. That wicked tongue of his parted my folds with slow, deliberate strokes, exploring deeper until I was practically writhing beneath him. He devoured me like a man starved, his tongue working magic against my throbbing core.
"Dad..."
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His breathing grew ragged. Panicked he might wake and see me like this—desperate, shameless—I quickly flipped around, straddling his face instead.
Now his massive erection lay inches from my mouth.
We'd fallen into a tangled 69—the very position Ethan had begged to try before, the one I'd always refused. Just the thought of taking that thick length into my mouth used to make my stomach turn.
But after catching Sophia going wild with Daniel in his office yesterday... curiosity got the better of me.
Richard's mouth was relentless between my thighs, sending me spiraling.
With his thick cock right there, temptation won. My fingers wrapped around his iron-hard shaft, and before I could second-guess myself, I parted my lips and took him in.
At over eight inches, he was too much—my small hand couldn't even close around him, let alone my mouth. But when that broad, swollen tip slid past my lips, Richard bucked upward instinctively, thrusting in shallow, rhythmic pulses like we were actually fucking.
I let him set the pace. At first, my throat clenched with nausea, but then—something shifted. A rush of exhilaration took over. No wonder Sophia had been so eager. This was... intoxicating.
His tongue worked faster between my thighs, his movements growing frantic.
Then—his whole body tensed. The thick intrusion in my mouth pulsed violently, flooding me with scorching heat. My own climax hit me like a freight train, and just like that, we came together—without even being fully joined.
Spent, Richard collapsed beneath me. I wanted to slump down beside him, but my mouth was full of him.
Heart pounding, I wiped him clean with a tissue before bolting to the bathroom to spit out the thick, milky mess.
That night, I slept like the dead—like I'd been reborn.
The next morning, Richard was up before me. When we crossed paths, my face burned with embarrassment, but he acted like nothing had happened—his gaze toward me unchanged.
After breakfast, I headed to work. Still shaken from yesterday's subway scare, I splurged on a cab.
The office was buzzing about Daniel and Sophia. Even though Daniel was the boss's brother, the backlash was so bad Alexander had no choice but to fire him once he was discharged from the hospital.
With Daniel gone, Alexander announced he'd promote one of the five department supervisors—me included.
It had taken me five years to make supervisor. Manager? That was the dream.
Alexander, in his forties, was all sharp edges and quiet intensity—a gym rat with a presence that made my palms sweat in meetings. Half the time, I couldn't even look him in the eye.
As everyone filed out after the conference, his voice stopped me cold. "Victoria, stay behind."
Files clutched to my chest, I froze. The door clicked shut behind the others. He studied me. "I heard you were in Daniel's office when he was caught?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Sir, I was just dropping off a report. When Sophia came in, I hid behind the curtains."
His fingers tipped my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. "Nothing else happened?" He stepped closer, crowding my space.
"Mmm..." The moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
Even in deep sleep, his instincts took over. That wicked tongue of his parted my folds with slow, deliberate strokes, exploring deeper until I was practically writhing beneath him. He devoured me like a man starved, his tongue working magic against my throbbing core.
"Dad..."
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His breathing grew ragged. Panicked he might wake and see me like this—desperate, shameless—I quickly flipped around, straddling his face instead.
Now his massive erection lay inches from my mouth.
We'd fallen into a tangled 69—the very position Ethan had begged to try before, the one I'd always refused. Just the thought of taking that thick length into my mouth used to make my stomach turn.
But after catching Sophia going wild with Daniel in his office yesterday... curiosity got the better of me.
Richard's mouth was relentless between my thighs, sending me spiraling.
With his thick cock right there, temptation won. My fingers wrapped around his iron-hard shaft, and before I could second-guess myself, I parted my lips and took him in.
At over eight inches, he was too much—my small hand couldn't even close around him, let alone my mouth. But when that broad, swollen tip slid past my lips, Richard bucked upward instinctively, thrusting in shallow, rhythmic pulses like we were actually fucking.
I let him set the pace. At first, my throat clenched with nausea, but then—something shifted. A rush of exhilaration took over. No wonder Sophia had been so eager. This was... intoxicating.
His tongue worked faster between my thighs, his movements growing frantic.
Then—his whole body tensed. The thick intrusion in my mouth pulsed violently, flooding me with scorching heat. My own climax hit me like a freight train, and just like that, we came together—without even being fully joined.
Spent, Richard collapsed beneath me. I wanted to slump down beside him, but my mouth was full of him.
Heart pounding, I wiped him clean with a tissue before bolting to the bathroom to spit out the thick, milky mess.
That night, I slept like the dead—like I'd been reborn.
The next morning, Richard was up before me. When we crossed paths, my face burned with embarrassment, but he acted like nothing had happened—his gaze toward me unchanged.
After breakfast, I headed to work. Still shaken from yesterday's subway scare, I splurged on a cab.
The office was buzzing about Daniel and Sophia. Even though Daniel was the boss's brother, the backlash was so bad Alexander had no choice but to fire him once he was discharged from the hospital.
With Daniel gone, Alexander announced he'd promote one of the five department supervisors—me included.
It had taken me five years to make supervisor. Manager? That was the dream.
Alexander, in his forties, was all sharp edges and quiet intensity—a gym rat with a presence that made my palms sweat in meetings. Half the time, I couldn't even look him in the eye.
As everyone filed out after the conference, his voice stopped me cold. "Victoria, stay behind."
Files clutched to my chest, I froze. The door clicked shut behind the others. He studied me. "I heard you were in Daniel's office when he was caught?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Sir, I was just dropping off a report. When Sophia came in, I hid behind the curtains."
His fingers tipped my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. "Nothing else happened?" He stepped closer, crowding my space.
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