Riding My Father-in-law (English)

Hot Night with you

Adeline

I couldn't stop myself anymore. I moved along with his every suck and bite, trying hard to make him feel how good I was so he would keep craving me!

His kisses quickly moved down from my lips to my jaw, until he pressed wet kisses against my neck. With every suck he made there, I gasped, while his one hand crawled down to my waist to lock me tightly on top of him. That was when I felt how intense his d**k was—rock-hard, hot, and throbbing under my panties, rubbing directly against my c**t.

The feeling was so intense!

Because it was so hard and big, I felt my panties quickly get hot and wet. I was consumed by an intense lust that I had never felt with Marky.

"Matthew... ahh..." I moaned as his kisses went further down to my chest.

He roughly pulled down the hem of my T-shirt, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts were exposed to him. But the cold didn't last long because the burning heat of his palm and mouth immediately covered them. He held one of my breasts and roughly massaged it, while his fingers forcedly squeezed and twisted my blooming n****e.

“Ohhh, daddy! You feel so good, motherf*cker!” I moaned very flirtatiously while playing with his hair and rubbing my groin against his, making our privates crash into each other.

"s**t, Adeline... you drive me f*cking crazy," he moaned in a hoarse, deep voice as his mouth devoured my other n****e, sucking it with so much intensity and passion as if he wanted to mark me forever.

My back arched from the intense sensation. I felt like I was going to melt on top of him. Because I could no longer bear the intense ache and pleasure, I couldn't stop myself from grinding on top of him. I rubbed my soaking wet gem against his burning d**k, roughly and submissively clashing with him even though a layer of cloth was still blocking our center.

Every time I ground my hips, he matched it by lifting his waist, as if helping me find the right angle. The sound of our deep breathing and fast moans echoed through the quiet night of the mansion.

"You want it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice completely ignoring all morality. His eyes remained fixed on me—filled with anger but overflowing with lust.

I didn't answer anymore. Instead, I took off my own barrier myself.

Matthew seemed so starved for me. His kiss was full of violence, anger, and burning desire, as if he wanted to suck out my whole being. I no longer cared about the bitterness of whiskey in his breath; instead, I pressed my body even harder against his. His palms quickly moved down from my hair to my waist, holding on tightly.

As soon as I took off my panties, I grabbed Matthew's d**k and pushed it into my hole.

“Arghhh, it hurts!” I groaned because of the pain. I felt like I had become a virgin again because Matthew's thick d**k really stretched my womanhood, so I could really feel the sting.

“Ohhhh, yeahhh!” Matthew moaned while I was in pain, but he didn't seem to care and immediately thrust into me, making me tremble as he pushed his full length inside me.

“Ahhh! Fck you, Adeline! Your p***y is so fcking tight!”

A few moments later, the pain I felt was replaced by extreme pleasure.

"Damn you, Adeline," he whispered between kisses on my neck, his voice full of intense passion.

“F*ck me, daddy!” I flirtatiously fired back instead.

“Damn you for doing this to me."

I laughed softly, a seductive and victorious laugh. I knew he had already lost this game. I knew he would never forget me. I made my movements even more intense, trying to push him to the peak of pleasure, making sure I was the only one who could give it to him.

Every violent move I made up and down on his lap was matched by his large palms digging into my waist, pushing me down to make his d**k sink even deeper. Our kisses became even messier and more aggressive. I bit his lower lip until I tasted a bit of salty blood, but instead of crying out in pain, he became even more.

"F*ck, Adeline... s-slow down..." he said in a hoarse, restrained voice. His muscular chest was rapidly rising and falling, his neck already soaking wet with sweat.

But I didn't listen. I went even faster, feeling the intense passion and the electricity running through the core of my body. The glass railings of the rooftop seemed to shake with every hit of our bodies. The sound of our skin slapping together in the middle of the quiet night was driving me crazy.

"Matthew... ahh! Matthew!" I repeatedly moaned his name, no longer caring if Marky heard me, as long as I was enjoying his father so much!

"You're driving me crazy, you witch..." he whispered tightly before lifting me up slightly and roughly pinning me against the cold glass railing while our unity never broke.

The coldness of the glass on my back and the burning heat of his body in front of me brought a unique sensation. I could see his face in the reflection of the glass—eyes closed, jaw clenched, and completely surrendered to my poison. I could already feel his d**k rapidly throbbing inside me, a sign that he was about to give in.

He held me by my waist and thrust harder and harder, making me arch my back from the extreme pleasure of his thick and very long d**k. It wasn't even half of Marky's, so I was really enjoying it. I held my own breasts and massaged them while staring at the very handsome face of Dr. Matthew. I could feel that I was about to come, and he kept hammering into me even more.

“Agghhh, cumming! Ahhh, Ohhh, Matthe—“

“Argh!”

I grimaced in pain when I hit the ground hard and the solid floor caught me. My butt and back hurt. When I opened my eyes, I was in the bedroom, and there was no trace of Matthew. I looked around, but there was only the white curtain gently dancing with the wind from the open window, and the moonlight shining in.

Bullshit! It was just a dream!