Page 13 of My Dirty Father In Law
“I want you pregnant,” I rasped, possession ringing in the tone of my voice. “Which means I want you to keep your legs elevated for the next ten minutes or so. Here, hold on to the backs of your thighs,” I rasp, as Juliette obeys, her small hands creeping around her legs to grasp onto the smooth flesh. “Keep your legs in the air so that my sperm stays inside, sweetheart. I want all of it inside you.”
Then, I back off and look with satisfaction at the nude girl in my bed, her legs pointed upwards as her pussy tilts to the ceiling. Yes, it’s swollen and wet, and yes, I can even see a bead of cream forming at her little vag hole. Unable to resist, I lean down to press an open-mouthed kiss there, savoring the taste of her nectar mixed with my virility.
“Ooooh,” she moans, her head tilting back as her lashes flutter shut with pleasure. “That feels so good.”
“You taste good, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Now, stay still and I’ll be right back.”
Then, I stride to the bathroom before grabbing a washcloth and running it under some warm tap water. But that’s when I get a glimpse of my dick and the sight turns me on. Not only are there streaks of faint red along the massive length, but there’s a circle of crimson at the base, and it’s the proof of Juliette’s innocence. The sweet virgin let me pop her cherry, and a hot surge of possession runs through my veins as my dick jerks with arousal. Fuck. I already want her again, and I just had her.
But the sight that greets me when I step out of the bathroom has me on my knees in moments. Literally, I sink to a crouch before the sweet girl with her slim pins raised in the air, those big breasts flattened against her chest as she works to keep my jism inside.
“We have to go soon, Mr. Lewis,” the beautiful brunette murmurs, her eyes still dazed. “There are guests downstairs.”
But I want what I want, and nothing’s going to stop me from getting my way. “Let them wait,” I rasp before pressing another open-mouthed kiss to her cunt. “It doesn’t matter.”
Then, washcloth forgotten, I let my tongue do the cleaning. I lick and lap at every inch of her swollen flesh, tasting the cream spilling from her hole before fusing my mouth to her clit once again and bringing her to her third climax.
“Ooooh, Mr. Lewis!” my gorgeous daughter in law screams. “Oh oh oh mmmm!”
This time, I spit onto her asshole, rubbing my finger against those tight pink pleats as she shudders and moans, her pussy snapping hard. “You need it, don’t you?” I rasp. “Here you go, sweetheart. Daddy will give you more.”
Then, I rear up and slide my massive shaft into that clenching pussy once again, loving the feel of her slickly wet twat. We fit so well together that I come almost immediately, hot reams of sperm spraying against her interior and filling Juliette to overflowing. She’s so beautiful as she cries out my name that I can hardly breathe even as my hips pummel forcefully into that slick wetness, her vag milking me of another round of sperm. We spiral together, and I know one thing for certain: this woman was made for me, and now that my son’s gone .... she’s mine.
8
Juliette
“Jordan, what are we doing?” I ask with a coquettish smile at the handsome billionaire. He grins at me, so gorgeous that my heart flutters, and then feeds me a strawberry from his big palm. My lips part obediently, sucking on the sweet fruit as my man’s blue eyes flare.
“Yes, eat from my hand,” he rasps. “I’ll take care of you, baby girl. You belong to me.”
I smile at the CEO because I love the fact that he’s incredibly possessive. I love how he roars when he ejaculates, like a lion claiming his mate. I love how he fills me with seed at every hour of the day, insatiable and hung like a horse.
Yet I’m genuinely unsure about what’s going on. It’s been two weeks since Jordan popped my cherry at his son’s wake, and we haven’t stopped fucking since. In fact, I’ve barely been back to my own apartment in the past fourteen days because the alpha male has me under his spell, touching and kissing me everywhere before claiming me with that huge dick night and day. Jordan’s insanely big too. He didn’t let me see his size the first time because allegedly, it’s given him problems in the past.
“Problems how?” I query. Of course, my pussy aches and it’s tough to sit some mornings, so I already suspect the answer.
The huge alpha male merely shrugs.
“Problems as in when some women see my cock, they get scared. Real scared,” he says while waggling those black brows suggestively at me.
“Oh you!” I giggle. But then my expression goes curious. “But do they still go through with it?” I ask, my thighs clenching a bit with anticipation. “I mean, you’re big and it makes me scared too, but it also makes me horny,” I confess breathlessly. “I love that you’re incredibly hung.”
Jordan’s blue eyes glint as he takes in my flushed cheeks and plush pout.
“That’s what I adore about you sweetheart,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking wet all the time, with a hungry pussy that craves dick. You need Daddy’s filthy fucks to survive, and I have no idea how you even got by before I popped your cherry.”
“Oh, I managed, but barely,” I giggle. “I touched myself at night and it felt good. But yes, you’re right. Touching myself pales in comparison to being with you, Jordan, and I’m so glad I don’t have to do that anymore. But back to the original topic. What did the women do when they saw your massive member? Did they run screaming for the hills?”
“Not exactly,” he winks before popping a cherry in his mouth. “But I could tell they were really nervous. Their fluids dried up a little, and suddenly, they’d offer oral in place of pussy. But I never agreed to it. Don’t get me wrong because I love the way you suck, sweetheart, but I need cunt because there’s nothing like a woman’s swollen twat.”
“It does feel good inside,” I murmur, blushing hotly. Jordan winks at me before popping another cherry in his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll take ass in place of pussy sometimes,” he muses after a thoughtful pause. “But only on occasion, and only because your asshole is particularly tight, baby girl. Otherwise, it’s generally a no go.”
I giggle because oh my god, this man is so foul! And yet his rude words turn me on because maybe I am the slut that he describes. I can’t seem to get enough of Jordan’s dick, and crave it 24/7 now. I often feel empty if I don’t have him inside me, and my pussy will tingle and pulse with hunger, needy awareness consuming my lush curves.
Yet this is part of what has me confused.
