Chapter 498 Father-In-Law Temptation
Delia’s POV
I told Noah I had errands. He kissed my cheek and went back to his laptop, completely oblivious, buried in his work, entirely trusting of the woman who shared his name but not his soul. I drove to my father-in-law’s house with my hands tight on the wheel and my cunt already wet, the mere thought of what awaited me inside those walls sending electric shivers straight down between my thighs. Noah was my husband on paper, a safety net, a comfortable illusion of domesticity, but Elliot was the fire that consumed me, the raw, unapologetic addiction that pulsed through my veins.
He opened the door before I could even finish knocking, like he had been standing right behind it waiting for the precise second of my arrival. His gaze was dark, intense, and predatory.
“Again,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly command that scraped against my nerve endings.
“Again,” I breathed, the word a confession and a plea.
He pulled me inside by the lapel of my jacket and shut the door with a sharp click. There was no smile, no polite small talk, and no offer of a drink to settle the nerves. His hand went straight to my throat, not hard enough to choke, but just enough to hold me completely still while his eyes swept over my mouth, assessing, consuming, and demanding.
“You came back because you want it,” he said, his fingers tightening slightly against my skin.
“Yes,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling rapidly under his touch.
“Say what you want.”
“I want you to use me,” I whispered, the filthy words spilling out of my mouth because they were the only truth that mattered in this house. “I want your cock. I want to suck you until I’m choking on you. I want you to eat me until I scream and then fuck me until I cannot think, until my mind is completely wiped clean of everything else.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, a dark, approving smirk touching the corner of his mouth.
He walked me down the hall to the bedroom and shoved me down to my knees on the hardwood floor. I didn’t hesitate. My trembling hands went straight to his belt, fumbling with the buckle and zipper until I pulled him free. His cock was already hard, thick, and impossibly heavy, the head dark, glistening with pre-cum, pulsing with a life of its own. I leaned forward, parted my lips, and licked the slit, tasting the salty, musky flavor of him before taking the thick head into my mouth.
He groaned, a deep, resonant sound of pure masculine appreciation, and put his hand in my hair, gripping the strands tightly.
“Deeper,” he commanded.
I tilted my head back and took more of him, my throat stretching around his thick shaft, my lips sliding up and down the length of him in a rhythmic, desperate slide. I sucked him slow, milking him with my mouth, then faster, my other hand working the base and his heavy balls because my mouth simply couldn’t encompass all of him at once. He thrust once, shallow and testing, catching the back of my throat. I did not pull off. I took it, gagging slightly, my eyes watering with pleasure as I swallowed around him, letting him feel how completely I surrendered to his size.
“Look at me,” he rasped, his grip on my hair tightening.
I forced my tear-filled eyes up. He watched my mouth working frantically on his length, his chest heaving, and he swore under his breath.
“You were made for this,” he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Noah does not know what to do with a mouth like yours. He probably thinks kissing is a sin.”
I should have hated that comparison. I should have felt a flicker of guilt about mocking my husband in the middle of getting serviced by his own father. Instead, I moaned around his shaft, the taboo of it sending a searing flash of heat straight to my core, making my hips twitch against the cold floor.
He pulled out before he could spill himself inside my mouth, hauling me up by my arms and spinning me around to strip the rest of my clothes away. Dress, bra, panties—he tore them off me in a frantic rush until I was standing completely naked before him, exposed and shivering with anticipation. He shoved me backward onto the bed, crawling over me instantly and spreading my legs wide apart.
“My turn,” he growled.
His mouth went straight to my cunt with zero hesitation, no teasing caresses, and no gentle build-up. His hot tongue lashed across my swollen clit, then swept lower, parting my dripping folds and licking me wide open. He sucked on my inner lips, drawing me into his mouth, then suddenly pushed two fingers deep inside me while his tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit. I cried out, my hands flying up to fist into the bedsheets as his tongue and fingers worked in a ruthless, punishing rhythm. He fucked me with his hand, curling his fingers upward inside my wet heat, hitting that spot over and over until my hips jerked uncontrollably and I shattered, screaming his name as I came hard all over his face.
He did not stop. He licked every drop of my release, drinking me in, and kept right on going with his tongue and fingers until I was shaking, tears of overstimulation leaking from my eyes, desperately trying to close my trembling legs against the onslaught.
“Again,” he demanded, his voice muffled against my damp flesh.
“Elliot, please—” I sobbed, my body too sensitive to bear another touch.
“Again,” he repeated, ignoring my plea.
He made me come a second time, a smaller, sharper, more violent orgasm that left my toes curling and my back arching off the mattress. Before I could even catch my breath, he shifted up my body, aligning his thick, throbbing length against my entrance, and pushed his cock deep inside me to the very base in one single, brutal stroke.