A Night With My Father in Law

Chapter five

LIYA

I expected him to jump on me, to rip off my clothes, f**k me until I beg for his mercy, and treat me like the w***e I was trying to project, but I guess we're still getting there.

He bends over, with his hands, he nudges my legs over his shoulders. I feel as his tongue meets my throbbing p***y, his tongue, cold onto my warm p***y, licking and sucking, and f*****g hell, that feels good. I barely get a chance to start enjoying it before I begin to have another round of orgasm, a different kind. I can feel a sense of heat hurling through my insides. My toes are curling, and my back bowing. He's tasting and eating me like he hasn't eaten all day. Gosh! Is this what heaven is like?

He continues to f**k me with his tongue. Gosh! How is he so good at that? “f**k…yes,” I breathe. I don't mean to grab his hair and grind my p***y against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue. I'm brushing my right hand through his hair. “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, pushing his head deeper into my p***y.

He begins to suck hard. He's so good, I can't even feel his teeth. “Oh fucccckkkk” I scream, in something seeming like a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He moves his hands up, to my breasts, and begins to squeeze them hard. A crazy combo. I am more than ready to f**k Russell, but he's giving my p***y soft and thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world.

Little by little, I relax, my mind unraveling beneath his skillful tongue, and the pressure of his fingers squeezing and massaging my breasts in circles.

He drags the flat of his tongue, licking my p***y clean. “Come here again tomorrow night, little Lili, let me worship your body and p***y. Let me make you come so many times you lose count”. Another long lick.

I can't think, with him sucking me like this. I don't know what I want, and this is me wanting to live my fantasy for at least once, not compromising my happiness for people who care less about me. Being the little w***e that I was born to be. But if Nic catches us, I don't know what happens. If I play this game, I better play right by the cards.

I slowly sift my fingers through Russell's silvering hair. I lift my hips, drawing his mouth back to my p***y. “Okay, Daddy, I'll come again tomorrow.”

His answering grin makes me shiver. “Good." And his mouth is on me again, he begins to lick from my c**t up to my belly, continues licking up, then pauses at my breasts. He cups my right tit with his mouth, sucking, and groaning while at it. I arch my back, as he moves to the left, sucking, and groaning again, and he begins to take turns sucking them like they're his babies. “That feels good, Daddy,” I cry, softly. I feel my p***y getting wet over again. Has my body been this sensitive, or everything Russell does just fuckin turns me on?

He finally drags his gaze up to my face. My wetness is still all over his mouth and chin. He looks like a f*****g savage, he leans forward, locks his lips with mine, making me taste myself while he explores my mouth with his clever tongue. “Hmm” I moan, slowly. “Hmm” he groans back at me, his voice dark and thick, making my p***y throb.

I'm still trying to get my thoughts together, and enjoying the adventures he's putting me onto. I feel his hand move down, thinking he wants to finger f**k me while kissing me— so hot. But what I feel against my p***y is bigger than a finger, hard as a rock —It’s his c**k.

He begins to tease me with his c**k. f**k he's huge. I can tell that his c**k is way bigger than Nics. He's moving back and forth, exploring my wet entrance, and then. He thrusts. So suddenly, I make a muffled moan into his mouth, he continues to thrust, slowly, as he explores my mouth with his tongue. I moan with every thrust, I think he likes it when I moan into his mouth. He keeps responding with a thicker and darker moan, making me lift my hips. I spread my legs wider to take him deeper.

He continues to thrust, f**k! This literally feels like heaven. This is what that bastard, Nic, has been depriving me of. Making me finger f**k myself just to get nowhere. Russell is exploring me slowly, with so much care, thrusting slowly. He doesn't take his lips off mine, making me cry in his mouth, as he increases his pace, thrusting faster. Yh! This is what I'm talking about.

He keeps at it, pouncing onto me fast. He lifts his head, releasing my mouth. I leave a loud scream, I quickly cover my mouth. He brings my hand away from my mouth. “This room is sound-proof, you have nothing to worry about.” With permission, now I am screaming with every thrust. The woman I was two days ago, would never have thought that she would be f****d raw by her own father-in-law’s huge c**k.

Russell exhales harshly against my face. He's out. He proceeds to lie on his back against a pillow. The towel wrapped around his waist is off. I can see him. ALL of him. His c**k is bigger than I thought. Did that really just enter me?

Russell gives me his predatory grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy's c**k like the good little w***e that you are." Hearing him order me like this makes my p***y want more of him, my body is betraying me, controlling me, I can't even think. I can't catch my breath, can't do anything but move to straddle him, and shiver as I notch his c**k at my entrance. “Ahh,” I scream, as I sink into him.

I'm left panting and writhing, as I try to take him deeper. “God that feels good.”

“Yes, take it all,” he groans back at me. His hand on my hip, slowly dragging me down onto his length, until I'm sure I can feel him in the back of my throat.

I continue to pound him, screaming shamelessly. “f**k! I'm going to c*m” I breathe hard, riding him harder. I am sooo close fuccckkk.

I suddenly hear footsteps approaching.

The door barges open…