Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father

Episode 2

OLIVIA

What's going on?

I look in the mirror just to be sure that the man who has me wrapped in his arms while breathing harshly on my neck is indeed my father-in-law.

The reflection in the mirror is indeed his face. But his eyes are different. I've known him for two years and there's only one expression he wears. Stoic, cold gaze. Almost like a poker face. I've never seen emotions in his eyes.

But right now, his eyes are twitching with an insane amount of emotional chaos. A weird cloak of vulnerability. He looks like he's holding back some heartfelt confession. And I don't understand. It makes no sense.

I want to say something. I want to scream but my lips are trembling so bad, they can't utter a coherent word.

He nibbles my earlobes. “Say it. Whatever it is you want. Say it.”

I can't say it because I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I'm having a hard time understanding what's happening right now.

An involuntary gasp leaves my lips as he squeezes my boobs. His other hand cups my core through my dress. I jerk and my ass hits something firm that I swear had to be his d**k. He's so f*****g hard and he's rubbing all that hardness around my asscheeks.

“What are you doing?” I gasp out, as he chokes me gently while rubbing my core through my dress.

“I wanna show you something. I NEED to show you something. A bloody secret. I should have shown you this a long time ago. Maybe you'd understand better.”

“What are you talking about?” My words come out shaky and almost inaudible.

But he doesn't say anything else. With a swift motion, he lifts my right leg and hooks it over his hand. The dress is slitted, giving him all the room he needs.

He frees my neck and I watch him fuss with his belt through the mirror. Soon, his grip is back on my neck while his monstrous d**k is firmly sliding into my moist hole.

“What are you doing?!” I shriek unconsciously but he bends my face backwards, swallowing my mouth in an urgent kiss.

It immediately puts me in the mood and when he began thrusting, I was already losing my mind at the pleasure.

His thrusts are firm. Urgent. Ruthless. Has me squirming like a fish trying to escape a net. But his hold is tight. I moan in his mouth and dance in his arms as he f***s me to ecstasy.

Fuck!!

“I've wanted to do this to you for so long,” he breathes in my mouth. “From the first day I saw you, I wanted you this badly.”

“Uh…huh.” I moan in reply as his thrusts get even faster. I rub my c**t at the same pace, quickening my pleasure.

I've never realized how badly I've been s*x starved. Never realized it until right now. Having a d**k tear my insides apart like this is everything I needed.

Fuck!

“Do you know how hard I've f****d you in my mind?” He husks out, as his hand gets into my dress and he grabs my boobs. He pinches my n****e.

“Uh-nuh…” I moan out senselessly. God, I love what he's doing to me.

“Countlessly. Over a hundred times. You've been stuck in my head from the first time I saw you, Liv.”

“They're gonna hear us…” my logical side panics halfway.

He goes even faster, making my eyes roll into my brain.

“Let them hear. I'll put a f*****g show in front of them if they want.”

God, he's crazy. He's crazy but I love it.

Tear me apart, goddammit!!

“Uh…huh…fuck!” I cry out. He slows his pace and finally gives me a few seconds to catch my breath.

He puts down my leg without pulling out.

He bends me over the counter and yanks down my panties. He smacks my cheeks and begins thrusting in and out of me.

Oh, my God. Oh my f*****g world!

His hands are holding my hips firmly while he impales me with his d**k. It gets so f*****g intense that I try to stand but his hand on my head keeps me pinned.

“Head down.” He grunts out, increasing his pace. Every thrust he gives sets my insides on fire.

“f**k! You're killing me!”

“Yeah? Well, I love the sound of that, baby!”

“Stop….” My lips say but my body is saying something entirely different. I want him deeper inside me. For all the wrong reasons. I wanna feel everything he's capable of doing to me.

“No, baby. That's not even possible. I can't f*****g stop.” Thrust. “I waited two f*****g years for this moment.” Harder. “I'll be damned if I stopped halfway!”. Harder.

Fuckkkk!!!

I feel my body vibrating closer to my release. His grunts are louder and more guttural than earlier.

“You're never going back to him…”

“He's my husband.”

“He humiliates you. He makes you cry. He hits you. I hear your quiet sobs from my room and it kills me each time.”

“But he's my husband…” I repeat like a bloody mantra.

“He's a f*****g asshole who doesn't deserve you. And I'm tired of pretending that I don't wanna steal you away from him.”

“Oh my God. Fuckk!!”

“You're mine, Liv. You've always been.”

Fuck!!!

“Be mine.” He bends and places a kiss on my hair. His voice is soft and pleading. “Be mine and I'll make him pay for all the s**t he's done to you.”

Yes, harder! f**k!!!

“Be mine. Because I'll go insane if you don't.”

I squirm harder at his merciless thrusts to my G-spot. One more thrust and I'm convulsing on the counter.

“f**k!!” This time, it's him grunting out in pleasure and satisfaction. “You're as f*****g sweet as I'd imagined you'd be, Liv.”

Jesus! God, that felt f*****g amazing!

He remained inside me until the pleasure washed away and reality crept in.

Slowly, he pulled out and zipped up, while I remained a mess. I can't even look at him. I feel more humiliated, a big contrast to what I felt a few minutes ago when he was f*****g me.

“I don't expect you to have an answer for me now. But you should have one soon. I can't be any more patient than I've been all these years.”

He rakes his fingers through my hair and I feel him staring at me for a little longer. Finally, he leaves and I'm left all alone.

Looking at the reflection in the window, I'm shocked. I don't look a bit sad or humiliated as I felt. There's an unexplainable satisfaction in my eyes. As if I really enjoyed what just happened.

That's insane. I've gone insane.