Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father
READING AGE 18+
Blurb:
“f**k, yes!” I squeal like a little slut while my father-in-law digs two fingers into my moisty hole, f*****g me with a ruthlessness that complements his features and personality so well.
I grab the sheets and bite my lips so I don't scream even louder. But good Lord, he's ruining me with those expert fingers. And I love it. I love the wreck he's making out of me.
“In bed, you're so f*****g sweet and vulnerable, Liv. You scream my name. You even call me Daddy. And I love that. I swear to God, I do.” He says, biting my lower lip.
“f**k…! That felt good, Daddy!” I shriek as his fingers curl inside me, hitting my G-spot.
“See what I'm saying? So effortlessly vulnerable behind closed doors. But outside, you make me beg. You act bratty. You talk back. You walk away while I'm in the middle of saying something. You smile at other men. You shut me out of your life. You drive me insane. And I can't do s**t about it. So I just wait till you're trapped like this.”
His words are juicy and comforting in my ears. But that's all they are. I can't even think of a reply. Until he stopped what he was doing.
I'm heaving while staring deeply into his tormented and yearning gaze. He kissed my boobs.
“But it's killing me, Liv. I can't take it anymore. So tell me. How much longer are you gonna make me beg for you? How much longer before you completely become my woman? How much longer before you completely let me in?
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My name's Olivia Miller. Heiress to one of the American mafia families. I lost my parents in a car crash. Then I got married.
Two years later, my husband introduced his mistress to his mafia family in front of me and everyone. I was hurt and went to cry my eyes out.
But then he came in, my father-in-law, hooked my leg up, and f****d me shitless. And ever since then, my life has never been the same.
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ANTONIO
Late afternoon shadows stretched across the dark mahogany floor of my private study. Sitting behind the heavy desk, I poured two fingers of amber bourbon into a crystal glass.
The estate was quiet, but it was a deceptive, fragile silence. We were still acti……
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