One Night Stand With My Father-In-Law

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6.

Taylor's POV.

He moved closer to me, and my breath hitched. All I wanted to say was for him to move back, to move away. Having him this close to me aroused an overwhelming and uncontrollable response. I watched as he slowly raised his hands to my body, and although I wanted to caution him, to remind him that we shouldn't be doing this, a lump formed in my throat, silencing my thoughts.

Without uttering a word, he leaned down and gently cupped my chin in his hands, then kissed me with such depth and intensity. His tongue explored my mouth in a way that no other man had before. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, he wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the main bedroom. Our lips smacked together loudly, as if we couldn't bear to let go of each other even for a second. We eagerly explored each other's mouths, as if we had been starved for this connection.

I bit his lower lips mistakenly, which forced him to groan seductively before letting out a chuckle,and when we entered the room, it was a dimly dark room—a kind of one I always see in my fantasies with him. He laid me down slowly to his bed. My thighs were trembling for his touch as he fastly removed his clothes. There was just something about his touch. I had expected a less brute force because of his age. I thought he only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me, he slid two of his fingers down my pants, and I realized my assumptions were wrong.

Mr. President kissed and licked my neck as he rubbed my c******l area, letting his fingers get wet with my juice as I moaned into his mouth. He removed it briefly and tasted my juice in his mouths before letting me taste how I tasted, then he returned to touching me and pulling my clothes slowly; however, I stopped him when he slid in three fingers and he smirked before he leaned down to nibble my ear. “I'll take it easy with you.”

I let out a loud moan when he slid those fingers into me. I arched my back, holding onto the sheets, as he slid them in faster and faster while I moaned into his skin.

When he was done pleasing me,he removed his hand from my pants and looked me deeply in the eye while I was still trembling on bed, partially from the pleasure and also the nerves. I watched him remove his clothes—his suit, actually. He was quick to sigh, like I was running away, or perhaps hot, boiling water was getting cold. My instincts told me to strip naked, and I did. I started by removing my top and then went down to my skirt, revealing my things and curves. I could easily see the president's erection straining from his pants as he licked his lips seductively.

When I saw that huge erection, I knew that I wanted him so badly. Souter over the bed, I pushed him over to the bed and down to the mattress. I reached down and began to stroke his c**k over his pants before sliding my hands in and gripping it. I could feel the warmth and girth in my small hands. He let out loud groans as I stroked his c**k. I finally slid down his pants, and my eyes widened by the size. He was equally surprised by my reaction. I had seen it before, but that was ten years ago. He was 48 years old then; his c**k shouldn't have increased, should it? Now he is even older, and it's even bigger.

“Are you scared?" He noticed my hesitation.

I shook my head, wiggling my hair backwards as I licked my lips. ”Can I taste it?” I whispered, to which he nodded, and then I took the whole c**k into my mouth. I was working my lips and tongue all over it and using my hands as a wedge. It was a bit awkward at first because it was my first time, but the sound he was making affirmed that I was doing a great job. Soon enough, we lay naked on the sheets, and he applied some lubricant before sliding it into me.

Wait, he didn't bother using a condom?!

Well, that wasn't my problem for now. I flinched out of his grip, but he held me tight and whispered into my ear,his breath hot on my ear, “Tay, I promise I'll be gentle.”

………..

Afterward, we both lay naked on the bed, facing each other, for a few minutes before he stood up and put on his underwear. I felt a heavy burden of shame and regret weighing me down.

He walked over to the window and pushed it open, allowing the morning sunlight to stream in. It was only then that I realized it was morning already. I had been engaged in passionate intimacy with him all night without even realizing the passing of time. I quickly pulled on my panties, avoiding eye contact with him. However, something had changed about him since we had been intimate. His body language was different, and he exuded a newfound dominance. He smiled at me whenever the opportunity arose.

I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was almost 8:00 in the morning. My mother would be in my room within the next thirty or forty minutes for wedding preparations. I needed to be home before then. Ten years ago, he had offered me his jet, but I had declined. Now, I needed it urgently. However, he didn't seem inclined to move. What if someone caught us and exposed our little secret? Wouldn't the hotel resume its normal operations today, or rather this morning, after we had disrupted their sales yesterday?

I pulled up my skirt, and I felt something warm wrap around my waist.

It was his arms.

"Breakfast before we leave," he said, licking my ear enticingly before walking towards the dining area.

"I can't have breakfast now. I need to..." I trailed off, but as soon as he turned and our gazes met, I swallowed my words.

"Tay, it's not a choice. It's an order from your president.”

The next few minutes passed in silence as we had breakfast together. My mind couldn't help but wander, contemplating the potential consequences if anyone were to notice our affair, and what it meant for my arranged marriage with Mason.

Now dressed in a stunning yellow Burberry ensemble that he had arranged for me, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The outfit exuded elegance, though it wasn't a customized piece. From head to toe, I wore Burberry, and I couldn't help but admire the shimmering diamond pendant gracing my neck. Even in the dimly lit room, the diamonds sparkled with radiant brilliance.

He gently kissed my cheeks and whispered, "See you later." I made my way out, and one of the muscular men pointed towards a sleek Lamborghini Aventador. "This way, miss."

Without hesitation, I entered the vehicle and informed the driver of my destination. However, just as I was about to leave, a message chimed on my phone. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it. The message was from my mum, and it read, "Meet me at Vanguard Boutique for the wedding dress!”