Page 14 of My Dirty Father In Law
“But that’s what I don’t get,” I begin in a plaintive voice. “Why are we having anal sex? I mean, the whole point of this is to get me pregnant, right? And I only have sixty days before my visa expires, so I don’t understand why we’re using my back button. Aren’t we just wasting time?”
Jordan looks unconcerned, popping another cherry into his mouth. The gesture is so sensual that I’m momentarily distracted, watching him savor the fruit.
“No, because I’d never call anal sex a waste of time. Fuck no, because it feels amazing,” he adds with an unconcerned shrug of those big shoulders. “Besides, variety is the spice of life. Who wants to do one thing over and over again, when a woman has a hungry butthole like yours?”
“Jordan!” I gasp, shocked and yet also titillated by his words. “Oh my god, you’re so foul!”
The billionaire shrugs, winking at me.
“It’s the truth. Like I said, your asshole is particularly raw and hungry, baby girl, and I love feeling your butt clench on my dick. You were made to be assfucked, sweetheart, and I’m glad it’s part of our repertoire. Not that I’ve ever gone without,” he remarks after a pause.
I stare at him.
“So you usually demand anal sex from your partners,” I say in a low tone.
He shrugs and then nods.
“Yeah, basically. I consider it mandatory, and let’s be honest because the girls don’t have a choice. But yeah, it’s a requirement if you want to be with me. Fortunately, you fit the bill, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You love getting your butt fucked almost as much as you love getting your pussy fucked by my big dick.”
I shake my head.
“You’re incorrigible,” I snort with laughter. “Totally impossible to talk to.”
Jordan grins, flashing those white teeth.
“When you use big words, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he drawls. “Incorrigible? What’s that?”
“Oh, you know!” I laugh, adoring the easy banter between us. “It means you’re impossible!”
“Ah ha, I see. Incorrigible is a synonym for impossible then.”
“Yes, pretty much,” I laugh while helping myself to another slice of melon. “But seriously Jordan, there’s so much I don’t understand. I thought we were trying to get pregnant, and yet you come in my ass and in my mouth all the time. Not only that, but I told you that I’m probably not in my fertile period right now. Women are only fertile for about three days of the month, and the other days, it’s just nothing.”
Jordan shrugs again.
“No, it’s not nothing, sweetheart. I’d say that women whose ovaries are drying up are only fertile three days a month. But you, baby girl, are twenty-one, ripe, and luscious. I’m sure your fertility window runs much longer than average. You’ll be knocked up in no time,” he winks.
A thrill runs down my spine because could Jordan be right? Does my relative youth give me an advantage? Probably yes, seeing that a woman’s most fertile years are allegedly her early twenties, if not her teens. But still, I’m confused.
“But weren’t you surprised when you discovered I was a virgin?” I press. “I mean, I was engaged to your son, and people don’t wait for marriage to have sex anymore. Surely, that realization threw you for a curve ball.”
The powerful CEO pauses for a moment, his expression pensive.
“It did, and it didn’t,” he acknowledges in a deep voice before looking me straight in the eye. “I suspected that Harry was gay, and kept waiting for him to tell me. But my son never broached the issue, so imagine my surprise when he started bringing you around.”
I pause for a moment, tilting my head.
“But why didn’t you ask him?” I ask. “Being gay isn’t a big deal anymore. People aren’t tortured and imprisoned for being LGBTQ anymore.”
My lover is silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to put pressure on Harry,” Jordan replies. “My son and I have never been especially close, and I wanted him to come forward when he was ready. I figured that he’d leave the closet at some time or other, or maybe he wasn’t in the closet at all. Maybe Harry was still figuring his sexuality out, and it was my job as a parent to be patient, and to listen when the time was right. If he wanted to tell me, then I was all ears. But if he wasn’t ready, I wasn’t going to force the issue either.”
I pause, my pulse pounding as I choose my words carefully.
“I hope you’ll forgive me for saying this, but Harry didn’t tell you because he thought you wouldn’t understand,” I say in a low voice. “He said you were too alpha, and would never accept him for who he was.”
“No, that’s not true,” Jordan immediately counters in a vehement tone. “I’d accept my son the way he is, and it hurts me to know that he went to his grave without knowing that. But I absolutely would take my son in any shape or form.”
