Claimed by my Ex Husband's Dad

Chapter 12- Pleasure

Sophie

He looked at me like a hunter who had already spotted his prey.

But tonight, I was willing prey. Ready for the sinful night.

"Are you sure, baby girl? Because I don't make love — I f**k. You have no idea what I have stored for you."

Those words should have scared me enough to run. Instead they made me more wetter, my body leaning toward whatever sinful thing he had planned.

"I'm not looking for love, give me what I want and take what you want."

I couldn't believe my own ears, I said this and I was damn sure it wasn't the alcohol talking…It was this delicious man standing before me.

"Turn around." His voice was cold and rough.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself."

Ohh God. He ordered me well.. I obeyed anyway. Don't be scared, Sophie. I turned around, and despite the fear threading through me, a deep thrill was building low in my belly.

His cold hands roamed over my naked back, this dress was backless. I bit my lip hard when his hands were replaced by his warm mouth. He kissed, licked, bit down my spine.

A scream tore from my throat when he slapped my ass hard. Then he soothed the sting with his palm, slow and deliberate, before doing it two more times. Somehow it made me wetter each time.

Then he peeled my dress down to my stomach and a cold rush of air hit my skin. He turned me to face him and I realized my torso was completely bare. I slapped both palms over my chest on instinct.

His eyes darkened the moment he saw what I did.

He didn't tell me to move my hands. Instead he leaned in and kissed the side of my boobs, soft, slow, unbearably gentle. It was enough to lose my brain. Slowly he removed my hands himself, then pulled back, stared at my naked chest. I blushed and about to cover myself again but in that exact moment he grabbed both my wrists in one hand.

"Don't you dare," he growled.

Something in his tone made me go completely still. I expected him to touch me but instead he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, then shrugged it off. I swallowed hard. His chest was hard and sculpted muscle now full on display.

Damn, this man could not be forty-five, I refused to believe.

His finger grazed my n****e.

My breath stuck in my throat, body trembled.

He watched my face like he was reading every reaction, and then without warning he pulled me into his arms. On instinct my legs wrapped around his torso. We both moaned softly as our bare chests pressed together, heat against heat.

In my whole life I had never been this excited for s*x.

He lowered me onto the bed.

I watched him, as he unzipped his pants and slowly pushed them down, his eyes never leaving me.

He kicked them away without bothering to see where they landed. He stood there in just his boxers and I tried my best not to stare at the obvious bulge straining the fabric. But God, he was hard and ready. The sheer size of him outlined through the silk made my p***y clench. I wanted it right now.

Another shock when he knelt and wrapped both hands around my foot, removing my heels one by one.We stared at each other the entire time.

When my heels were off he lifted my dress up to my waist slowly… every movement a promise of what was coming…and then hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down.

I gripped the bedsheet tightly.

He threw my underwear, god knows where. Then he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped and sucked and worked me open and I threw my head back. Ohh my God. This man. Please don't stop. He was absolutely devouring me and I was helpless against it, with a loud moan I came hard on his tongue. Wow, My first orgasm just from his mouth alone.

He lifted his head. A naughty, satisfied smile plastered on his lips as he licked them slowly, eyes roaming over my entire body.

"Ready, baby girl?"

"Yes." My voice came out hoarse and desperate.

He stood and stripped off his boxers and my eyes went wide. He was huge. Thick and long and already so hard it curved slightly upward.

"I think you like what you see," he said, catching me staring.

I blushed, stupid me.

"Remove your dress and lay down."

Another order. And somehow it didn't bother me at all.

I lay back and confidently pulled the dress over my head. Completely bare now.

"Spread your legs."

With a trembling body I did. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, with a complete stranger.

He walked to the drawer and took out the condoms. Well… I completely forgot about this, thank God, he was careful unlike me. I wasn't even surprised when he tore open the extra-large packet.

How did he know that the condoms were kept there? Whatever. He rolled it on slowly, stroking himself base to tip a few times, and my mouth went dry watching him.

"Last chance," he said, climbing onto the bed. "From here there's no turning back, baby girl."

"I know and… and I want this."

He leaned down and kissed me again, this time deep and hungry. His fingers found my n*****s, teasing and pinching until I whimpered into his mouth.

When we broke apart he dropped his head and took one n****e between his lips and sucked. My body arched off the bed completely, moving with him like it already knew his rhythm.

This pleasure existed all along and my useless husband never gave it to me. f**k you, James.

"I'm going in."

My eyes snapped to his face. He looked feral, jaw tight, like patience already left his body.

"Yes. Please."

The moment those words left my mouth, without waiting for any moment he picked his d**k and positioned himself between my thighs, spread my legs as wide as he could, and pushed inside… slow, deliberate pressure. My hands flew to his shoulders. He thrust deeper, inch by inch, and our breathing turned ragged together.

"Ahh — f**k!" I screamed when he finally buried himself fully inside me. He groaned low and rough against my temple.

"Damn, baby girl. You're so f*****g tight."

He stilled until my pain eased. Something about this gesture made my chest warm unexpectedly, he considered my feelings. I shifted my hips to urge him on. That broke whatever restraint he had left. He pulled back and thrust deep again. This time we both groaned in pure pleasure.

Fuck.. f**k f**k. he keep cursing while f*****g me hard and fast, hips snapping, the sound of our skin colliding filling the whole room alongside my screams and his low hungry grunts. I was lost in the passion which I never get, this is called s*x a real one.

I couldn't even look at him, my eyes were fixed on the sight of his massive torso flexing with every thrust, the raw power rolling through his body. I was vaguely aware his eyes were locked on my face the entire time.

"You're so goddamn sexy," he rasped. "I could f**k you all night."

His dirty talk made my p***y clenched around him, he let out a sharp breath.

"Keep doing that and I'll c*m," he warned.

His warning barely registered because my orgasm was already building up before I could stop it, my body arched, I clenched him tight, and I writhed beneath him with a sound I didn't recognize from myself as I cummed.

He drove through it — a few more brutal thrusts, a string of filthy words under his breath… and then his whole body shuddered as his climax hit.

He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, my breasts flattened against his hard chest.

A lone tear slipped from the corner of my eye.

I had never felt anything like that, never witnessed this pleasure. Without thinking about what it meant I pressed my lips to the side of his head, a silent thank you for this. For making me feel like this.

He raised his head and looked at me like he was searching for something.

"Ummm…That was... amazing," I said, trying to break this stillness between us.

I thought he would pull out, get dressed, and walk out the door.

That was how these things were supposed to go. But what he said next stopped my heart completely.

"I'm not done with you. We just got started, baby girl.”