Richard’s face paled, then flushed, his massive frame tensing. "Jesus Christ. It was you? I knew I’d seen you somewhere—your eyes, that fire. But... under my roof as my son’s wife?"
"Yes," she said, voice laced with indifference. "You’ve seen me, touched me, been inside me. Very very deep inside me, Daddy—stretching me until I couldn’t take it no more. And I want you inside me again. Right now. Please Daddy."
She lunged forward, kissing him fiercely, small tongue darting against his lips, hands tugging at his robe.
The belt loosened, fabric parting to reveal more of his chiseled abs, the trail of hair leading to that enormous bulge pressing insistently against her stomach.
He caught her wrists mid-pull, holding her at bay, trying to stabilize himself as his breath dragged. "Stop. Gise
