Chapter 72 Fuck me, Father in-law....
MIA'S POV
I couldn't sleep.
Heat pooled between my thighs as I rolled in bed, fists curling into the sheets.
Each time I shut my eyes, I was plagued with the thoughts of his tongue flat against my pussy, dragging along my clit as he ruined every inch of me for Ethan. Oh god.
I had fucked his father and I was here feeling my pussy get slick at the thought of itㅡ the thought that I had let his father spear his thick cock through me and make me feel things that Ethan never could.
How unlucky could I get?
But I couldn't also ignore the throbbing of my pussy in my soaked panties.
Ethan was snuggled up beside me, curled into himself as he let out tiny puffs of breath. I hesitated for a second before I reached across to him in the dark, wrapping my hand around his lower waist, fingers tracing his pants.
“Ethan…?” I whispered, voice breathy and desperate as I fought the urge to dip my hand in my pants to relieve the ache.
He groaned for a second then went silent.
Fuck.
I tried again, groaning into his shirt as my fingers slipped under the band of his pants, wrapping around his flaccid dick.
Shit, I really needed him right now.
My fingers moved, fisting his dick slowly and Ethan stirred, confused and disoriented. “Oh my fucking gㅡ” he groaned when he finally got back to his senses.
His hand caught mine, pulling it out of his sweatpants. “No. I'm tired.”
Just 3 words and I froze in place. Seriously? He was always fucking tired these days.
A soft, even snore from him told me he was asleep. So, I stood up, climbed out of bed as I padded to the living room.
I needed some water. And some air. Anything to take my mind off how much I needed to be bent over a fucking table and treated like I wanted to. To be called a good girl as they brought me to an orgasm.
Shit.
I was just about to grab a glass when I noticed movement from the side of the room.
Jerking, I spun around to watch Ethan's Dad ㅡ my fucking undoingㅡ stepping out of the shadows.
But that wasn't what caught me off guard. He was naked. Stark naked.
His dick hung in the air, thick and head leaking precum already.
My eyes widened and I unknowingly bit down on my lips, pussy pulsing at the thoughts of that dick.
His gaze darkened as he watched me. “You shouldn't be down here.”
I couldn't tear my gaze away. Not when I could see his dick hardening even more, the head angry and a slight shade of purple, illuminated by the dim light above.
My throat dried and my pussy throbbed, already clenching around nothing as I stared at his cock.
Shame refused to well up in me as I licked my lips. “Surely, you're not gonna let that go to waste, are you?” I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with desire. “I can help you. You know that first hand.”
For a second, he didn't move. Then, he moved. Fast. He crossed the space between us in less than a second, his hand collared around my neck as he slammed me against the wall with a heavy thud.
I gasped, caught off guard by the sudden action as his fingers tightened around my neck, his voice harsh and filling up the space. “Say that one more time and I will punish you, Mia. Say that one more fucking time and I won't hesitate,” he gritted out.
My heart was racing in my chest, my nipples already hardened under my flimsy nightgown. “Punish me…”
His gaze darkened even further. “You're my son's soon to be wife. And youㅡ”
My next words were harsh and desperate. “Yeah? You didn't seem to fucking care when you fucked me and absolutely ruined me. Neither do you care now because I can feel it…” My hips moved, grinding into his and rubbing off on his hard-on.
He groaned, his gaze fixed on me as my fingers reached out to slide the straps of my nightgown down my pale arms. My boobs spilled free, nipples hardened already. “Don't you wanna punish me?” I rasped, grinding further into him as my thigh continued to rub at his cock.
His gaze was intense, fixed on my milky boobs as they came into view. It looked like a silent battle within himself, his self control already on the edge.
My thigh rubbed harder against his cock and that was it for him. “Fuck it,” He groaned, dropping his head to my breasts, wrapping his mouth around one mound.
I threw my head back, a groan clawing up my throat as his tongue lashed at my skin, barely giving time to react before he was slurping on it. “Oh my god…” my voice echoed in the living room.
The thought of Ethan upstairs and the thought of him waking up to this only made my pussy flood even more.
Marcus slipped three fingers into my mouth, forcing me to gag on it as he moved to the other tit. “Shut up.”
A whimper escaped me and my thighs pressed together. “Ugh.”
Suddenly, he flipped me over, my face pressed to the wall as I tried to cushion the pain by pressing my hands on the wall beside my head. “Oh my god …”
He pulled my hips back against his, letting me feel his erection nestled between my thighs. “You want to be punished?” He grit out, breath hot against my neck.
I was already drippingㅡaching for him. “Yes. Oh my fucking god, yes. Fuck me. Please…”
His fingers slid into my hair, tugging at the strands and forcing my back to arch. “That's what I was fucking expecting.”
His dick notched at my pussy, head slipping past my wet folds and I groaned, my knees buckling.
“I'm yours. Only yours. Please. Fucking ruin me.”
Suddenly, he thrust forward, slamming his dick into my tight heat in one stroke.
A yelp found its way out of my lips and he clapped his second hand over my mouth.
“Your boyfriend is upstairs…” he grit out, staying still in me and letting me feel his dick twitching and filling me. “Don't make a fucking sound.”