Forbidden Lust My: Father-in-law

Bella stared at the ceiling, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Julian was already rolling off her, his skin slick with a light sweat. He had barely lasted two minutes again. The familiar disappointment settled heavy in her stomach as he gave one final weak thrust and spilled inside her. No build-up. No teasing. No real pleasure. Just a quick, selfish release that left her body wound tight and aching for so much more. He kissed her forehead like always, the same lazy gesture he had given her for the past two years of their marriage. "f**k, you felt good tonight," he muttered, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up his face as he started checking messages, already miles away from her. Bella forced a soft smile and whispered, "Yeah, it was nice." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. Nice. That was the best word she could come up with for the constant frustration that had become her s*x life. She waited until his breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep before she carefully slipped out of bed. The cool air of the bedroom kissed her naked skin, making her n*****s harden instantly. She grabbed Julian's white button-up shirt from the chair and pulled it on, the hem skimming just below her ass. The fabric felt good against her sensitive breasts, but it did nothing to calm the deep throbbing between her legs. The mansion was completely quiet as she made her way downstairs. Moonlight streamed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in soft silver tones. She knew Jax was supposed to be out of town for business, but she had noticed his car parked in the driveway earlier. Still, the house felt empty enough. Safe enough. She stepped into the spacious living room and paused for a moment, listening. Nothing but silence. Good. Bella curled into the corner of the large leather couch and pulled the thick cashmere throw blanket over her lap. Her heart pounded wildly as she leaned back against the cushions. She parted her thighs slowly under the blanket and let her hand trail down her stomach until her fingers brushed against her p***y. She was absolutely drenched. Julian's c*m mixed with her own wetness made everything slippery and messy. The first stroke over her swollen c**t sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip hard and started rubbing in slow, firm circles. Her mind wandered immediately to the one place it shouldn't. Jax. She pictured him clearly. That tall, commanding body. The way his shirts stretched across his broad chest and thick arms. The deep, authoritative tone of his voice that always seemed to vibrate straight between her legs. She imagined him walking into the living room right now and finding her like this, legs spread under the blanket, fingers buried in her soaked cunt while she thought about her own father-in-law. A soft moan slipped from her lips. She pushed two fingers inside herself, thrusting them slowly at first, then faster. The wet sounds were quiet but so filthy in the silent room. She pushed the blanket down a little more, spreading her legs wider. Her other hand slipped under the shirt to cup one of her full breasts, squeezing it roughly while she pumped her fingers deeper. "Jax..." she whispered into the darkness. The fantasy grew hotter, more vivid. She saw him standing right in front of her, watching with those intense dark eyes as she f****d herself. In her mind, he told her to spread her legs even wider so he could see how desperate she was for him. She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining it was his much thicker c**k forcing its way inside her tight p***y. Her breathing grew heavier. She rubbed her c**t faster with her thumb while her fingers curled inside, hitting that perfect spot again and again. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. She pinched her n****e hard, twisting it between her fingers the way she wished he would with his mouth. "f**k, Jax," she moaned a little louder, hips rocking shamelessly against her hand. In her fantasy, he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, yanked the blanket away completely, and buried his face between her thighs. She could almost feel his strong tongue licking up every drop of her juices before he stood up and slammed into her in one brutal stroke. Her p***y clenched hard around her fingers. She was right there, teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. She rubbed her c**t in fast, desperate circles, chasing that release with everything she had. "Jax... please... I need you," she whimpered, voice breaking with need. Right as the first intense wave began to crash over her, a deep, commanding voice filled the room. "Bella, what are you doing?"