Forbidden Lust My: Father-in-law

Caught In The Act

"Bella what are you doing?"

jax asked,

Bella's heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought it might burst. She yanked the blanket up to her chest, but her hands were shaking too badly to do much good. Jax stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that pinned her in place.

She tried to close her legs, but they felt weak. "Jax... I... this isn't..." The words tangled in her throat. There was no explaining away what he had just seen and heard. Her fingers were still slick, her p***y still throbbing from how close she had been.

He stepped inside the living room without saying anything at first. The door clicked shut behind him. Each slow step he took made the couch feel smaller, the air thicker. When he finally sat on the edge right next to her, the cushion dipped under his weight. She could smell him — that warm, expensive cologne mixed with something unmistakably masculine.

"Bella," he said, voice low and rough like gravel. "What the f**k were you doing?"

She clutched the blanket tighter, pulling it all the way up to her neck. "I couldn't sleep. I was just... I don't know. Please, this is so embarrassing."

Jax gave a short, dark chuckle that sent a fresh shiver down her spine. "Embarrassing? I heard you moaning my name while you f****d yourself on my couch. Legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in that p***y. Don't play innocent now."

Her face burned. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. But underneath the shame, her body was reacting in ways that terrified her. Fresh wetness seeped between her thighs at the way he was looking at her.

"I didn't mean for you to hear any of that," she whispered.

"Oh, I heard everything." He leaned closer, his big hand resting on the back of the couch behind her. "You were begging for me. Saying my name like you needed my c**k to survive. How long has this been going on, Bella? How long have you been touching that pretty little p***y while thinking about your father-in-law?"

She couldn't answer. Her throat felt too tight.

Jax reached out and gently but firmly tugged the blanket down until it pooled around her waist. His eyes dropped to the way the shirt had ridden up, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. "Show me," he said quietly.

"What?"

"Spread your legs again. Show me exactly what you were doing when you were moaning for Daddy."

The word hit her like a spark to dry tinder. *Daddy.* Her p***y clenched hard at the sound of it coming from his mouth. She hesitated for only a second before her body took over. Slowly, she parted her thighs under his watchful gaze.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made her even wetter.

He didn't touch her right away. He just watched as she slid her hand back between her legs. Her fingers found her swollen c**t and started circling it again, slower this time, shy under his stare. The wet sounds were unmistakable in the quiet room.

"Look at how f*****g soaked you are," Jax said, voice thick. "All that cream just from thinking about me. Your husband can't make you this wet, can he?"

Bella shook her head, a soft whimper escaping as she pushed two fingers inside herself.

"Louder," he ordered. "Tell me."

"No," she breathed. "He can't. He never makes me feel like this."

Jax's eyes darkened with satisfaction. He placed his large hand over hers, guiding her movements, forcing her fingers deeper. "That's because this p***y was made for me. It's been waiting for a real man to stretch it properly. Keep going. f**k yourself harder while I watch."

Bella obeyed, pumping her fingers faster, her hips starting to rock. Her breath came in short gasps. Jax leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear.

"You've been teasing me for years in those tight little outfits. Bending over in the kitchen. Sitting across from me at dinner with your thighs pressed together like you're hiding how wet you get around me. Now you're going to give me what I've wanted."

He pulled her hand away suddenly and brought her slick fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, groaning at the taste of her. The sound made her thighs tremble.

"Please..." she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for anymore.

Jax stood up and pulled her to her feet. The blanket fell completely away. He towered over her, his hands gripping her waist as he backed her against the wall. One big hand slid down and cupped her p***y possessively, two thick fingers sliding through her folds.

"So f*****g wet for Daddy," he growled against her neck. "This tight little cunt is dripping down your thighs. You want me to f**k you right here, don't you?"

Bella moaned, nodding desperately as his fingers teased her entrance.

He kissed her then — hard, demanding, nothing like the quick pecks Julian gave her. His tongue claimed her mouth while his fingers finally pushed inside her, curling perfectly against that spot that made her knees buckle.

"That's it," he praised between kisses. "Ride my fingers like the needy little w***e you are for me."

Bella came hard within minutes, crying out into his mouth as her p***y clenched around his thick fingers. The orgasm crashed through her stronger than anything she had felt in years.

When she finally stopped shaking, Jax pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips.

"Taste how sweet you are," he said.

She sucked obediently, eyes locked on his.

Jax smiled darkly, running his thumb across her bottom lip. "This changes everything, Bella. You're mine now. And we're just getting started."

She leaned against the wall, chest heaving, trying to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened.

What the hell had she done?