Forbidden Lust My: Father-in-law

Guilty Cravings

Bella woke up with her thighs sticky and her mind spinning. The first light of morning filtered through the curtains, and she lay there staring at the ceiling, heart racing. Every inch of her body remembered last night. Jax’s hands. His voice. The way he had made her come harder than she ever had in her life.

Guilt hit her like a wave. Julian slept peacefully beside her, completely unaware. She slipped out of bed quietly, her legs still a little shaky, and headed to the bathroom. In the mirror, she looked different. Her lips were slightly swollen, and faint marks lingered on her inner thighs where Jax had gripped her. She touched them gently, a fresh pulse of heat blooming between her legs despite everything.

This was wrong. So f*****g wrong. He was her father-in-law.

But God, she already wanted more.

She showered quickly, trying to wash away the evidence, but the memory of his thick fingers inside her refused to fade. By the time she went downstairs, Julian was already in the kitchen drinking coffee and checking his phone. He looked up with a casual smile.

“Morning, babe. You were out cold last night. Must have worn you out, huh?”

Bella forced a laugh and poured herself some juice. “Something like that.”

He came over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the same way he always did. No heat. No hunger. Just habit. “I’ve got a few meetings today, but I should be back by evening. Try not to miss me too much.”

As he grabbed his keys and left, Bella stood at the kitchen island, gripping the edge. The house felt too big, too quiet. She told herself she would stay strong. Last night was a mistake. A one-time slip. It couldn’t happen again.

She was still repeating that lie to herself when strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

Jax’s big body pressed against her back, his hard c**k already thick and ready against her ass. One large hand splayed across her stomach while the other slid straight down into her shorts, cupping her bare p***y.

“Morning, baby,” he growled against her ear, voice still rough from sleep. “Been thinking about this tight little cunt all night.”

Bella gasped, her knees buckling. “Jax… Julian just left. We can’t—”

He cut her off by shoving two thick fingers inside her without warning. She was already wet. Soaking. His low chuckle vibrated against her neck as he started pumping them deep and slow.

“You were saying?” he taunted. “Your p***y is dripping down my hand the second I touch you. Don’t f*****g lie to me, Bella. You’ve been aching for Daddy’s c**k since you came on my fingers last night.”

She moaned, gripping the counter hard as he finger-f****d her faster. His other hand moved up and wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin in the best way.

“Answer me,” he demanded, tightening his grip. “Tell me who this p***y belongs to now.”

“You,” she whimpered, pushing back against his hand. “It belongs to you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He spun her around suddenly and lifted her onto the kitchen island. In one rough motion, he yanked her shorts and panties down her legs and tossed them aside. His eyes burned as he looked at her spread open for him, glistening and ready.

Jax dropped to his knees, threw her legs over his broad shoulders, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue was merciless, licking long stripes up her slit before sucking hard on her c**t. Bella cried out, fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair as he devoured her like a starving man.

“f**k, you taste so sweet,” he groaned against her p***y. “Better than I imagined all these years.”

He ate her like he owned her, tongue f*****g deep while two fingers curled inside her, stroking that spot that made her see stars. Bella’s thighs shook around his head. She came fast and hard, flooding his mouth as she moaned his name loud enough to echo through the kitchen.

Jax stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking feral. He freed his massive c**k from his pants. It was thick, veined, and intimidating. Much bigger than Julian’s. He stroked it slowly, smearing the precum over the swollen head.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please, Jax… I need you inside me.”

He slapped her p***y hard with his heavy c**k. “Wrong name.”

Bella’s voice broke. “Please, Daddy… f**k me. I need your cock.”

With a satisfied growl, he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Bella screamed at the stretch, her walls gripping every inch as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started pounding her hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen.

“Such a tight f*****g w***e for your father-in-law,” he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Taking Daddy’s c**k so greedily while your husband is out working.”

He f****d her like an animal, each thrust powerful and possessive. Bella’s breasts bounced wildly under her thin top until he ripped it open, exposing them. His mouth latched onto one n****e, sucking hard while he continued destroying her p***y.

Without warning, he pulled out, flipped her over, and bent her across the island. His hand came down hard on her ass with a loud smack.

“f**k!” she cried out.

Another hard spank. Then another. Her skin burned deliciously as he rained slaps across both cheeks until they glowed red.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, rubbing his c**k along her soaked slit. “Getting spanked like a naughty little slut in my kitchen.”

He slammed back inside her from behind, even deeper this time. One hand wrapped around her throat again, choking her lightly as he railed her. The other reached around to rub her c**t in fast circles.

Bella came again, screaming, her p***y spasming violently around his thick shaft. But Jax didn’t stop. He kept f*****g her through it, harder, faster, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.

“Gonna fill this married p***y up,” he snarled. “You’re going to walk around all day with Daddy’s c*m leaking out of you.”

“Yes… please… fill me up,” she begged, completely lost in the pleasure.

Jax’s grip on her throat tightened as he buried himself as deep as possible and roared. Hot, thick ropes of c*m flooded her p***y, pulse after pulse, until it was overflowing and dripping down her thighs.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his c*m leak from her well-f****d hole with dark satisfaction.

Bella’s legs trembled as she tried to stand. Reality started creeping back in. What had she done? Again.

Jax pulled her into a rough kiss, claiming her mouth like he had claimed her body. “This is only the beginning,” he said against her lips. “You belong to me now, Bella. Every f*****g inch of you.”

She nodded weakly, still dazed.

Later that afternoon, after Jax left for a meeting, Bella finally went back upstairs to their bedroom. She needed to change the sheets, to erase some of the evidence of her betrayal. While straightening Julian’s side of the bed, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was unlocked.

She shouldn’t look. She knew she shouldn’t.

But she did.

A notification from his email app caught her eye. She tapped it open.

It was a receipt. From an exclusive lingerie boutique downtown. Yesterday’s date. Over twelve hundred dollars spent on a sheer black lace bodysuit with crotchless panties and matching garter belt. The kind of expensive, filthy set designed purely to get f****d in.

Her stomach dropped.

Julian had never bought her lingerie like that. Not once in their entire marriage.

But he didn’t buy me lingerie… right?

then who did he buy it for?