Page 12 of My Dirty Father In Law
Then, Jordan shoves forward with force, and something tears inside. I’m so surprised that my eyes pop open as I go stock still. Oh my god, did he really just...? Yes, he did.
“Ow!” I cry out, almost sobbing from the searing pain as my pussy harbors its first dick. “Ohhh!”
Jordan’s so still that he barely breathes.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Juliette?” he grinds out from behind me. “Goddamn it.”
His words rend my heart, and the tears begin to come then.
“I didn’t tell you because what would you think of me?” I whisper plaintively. “I’m twenty-one years old, and I’ve never been touched by a man. Not even by your son!”
Jordan lets out a pained growl as his hips pull back a little before easing gently into my snatch again.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he rasps. “I did not expect this. But sweetheart, there’s no reason to cry,” he says immediately. “Discovering that you’re a virgin is a treasure. I had no idea that I’d be your first, and I want to thank you for that, Juliette. There’s no gift more precious that a woman can give a man. But right now, sweetheart, I need to fuck you. Your pussy’s horny and hungry, and I can tell it needs the deep fucking that only Daddy can provide. Hold still, baby girl.”
Then, Jordan pulls back before pushing all the way in, and I cry out, my big breasts dangling as I’m fucked to within an inch of my life. He slides in again and again, my tight twat squeezing him with each stroke, and Jordan lets out a moan as he watches.
“Did you know you have dog, sweetheart?” he rasps, panting now. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
“Wha--?” I moan, already delirious again. The pain has melted into a type of pleasure, and my pussy’s opening up as it adjusts to the massive cock inside. “Mmmm!”
“You have dog,” he pants. “When I pull out, your cunt sucks me back in like it can’t bear to be empty. I wonder how you got to twenty-one with such an intense case of dog.”
Oh my god, is he insulting me? But the fact is that my pussy loves the taste of his dick, and I cry out again as he reams me hard.
“Oooh!” is my grunt, my cheek pressed against the mattress now. “Oh oh oh!”
“Oh shit,” Jordan growls behind me, his big hands on my waist as he holds me still for his possession. “Oh fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”
Suddenly, it happens. His come shoot pulses, and his balls rise before a giant stream of sticky spunk erupts in my pussy. There’s so much that I can feel the liquid pulsing against my cervix, basting me with the virility that I crave so much.
“Unnnh!” I scream, my pussy snapping and clamping as a second climax strikes. “Ohhhhh!”
I can’t help it. I love the way Jordan feels and my tiny twat does what it was meant to do. I pulse along Jordan’s shaft, milking the huge fuckstick of every ounce of cream he’s got. Reams and reams of sperm splash inside, and I cry out again because I love every single moment of it.
“Mmmm!” is my delighted scream. “Oh!”
“Fuck,” Jordan bites out again as creamy baby batter coats my interior. “FUCK!”
We cry out as our bodies shake, every cell of my being attuned to this man. Oh my god, did we really just do that? Did I just let my dead fiancé’s father fuck me in the hopes of getting me pregnant? But it felt so good!
Jordan hasn’t lost sight of our ultimate goal, either. Instead of pulling out right away, he leans over and presses a kiss to my damp shoulder.
“You were incredible, sweetheart,” he rasps in my ear. “So fucking beautiful, tight, and with a cunt like a vise too. We’re going to stay like this for a few minutes because I want you pregnant,” he murmurs throatily. “My dick’s going to act as a stopper so that the semen doesn’t pour out.”
I merely hum my acquiescence because it feels so good to be with him like this. Yes, I realize I was just bred. Yes, I realize that my fiancé’s father just took my virginity. Yes, I realize that what we did was taboo, filthy, and utterly wrong because the funeral guests are still downstairs, probably wondering where we are. But I don’t care because Jordan Lewis has me tied around his little finger already ... and I want to get pregnant by him now.
7
Jordan
She looks so beautiful in my bed, damp and sated with her chestnut curls waving about her shoulders. Of course, the young woman is totally nude too, and my eyes sweep over those giant breasts before noting with satisfaction the slick on her thighs. We couldn’t keep every drop inside, but I sure as hell tried.
After all, I had to pull out of Juliette at some point. We couldn’t stay locked together forever when there’s a funeral to attend. But I’m dead set on knocking up my daughter in law, and so after I pulled my dick out, I cupped my hand over her swollen cunt to catch any drips of sperm.
“Turn over,” I commanded. By then, Juliette was so drunk with pleasure that she obeyed immediately, spinning so that she lay on her back, her big breasts like giant scoops of ice cream tipped with delightful red cherries. I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth, savoring her taste before backing off and pushing her legs upwards.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she whispered, looking at me from behind the slim length of her legs. With quick hands, I helped her out of her g-string, lifting the sopping fabric to my nose for a deep inhale, before throwing them to the side carelessly. My expression was completely serious as I made eye contact with the beautiful girl.
