“Daddy, I need your c**k inside me. Right f*****g now,” Sophia hissed, her voice raw and desperate as she shoved Nathan back into his home office chair, straddling his lap before he could protest.
Her full, heavy breasts pressed hard against his chest through her thin blouse, n*****s already rock-hard and poking through the fabric like diamonds. Those piercing, green eyes bored into his, wild with jealousy and hunger.
Nathan Harlan’s breath caught in his throat, his strong hands instinctively gripping her wide hips even as guilt slammed into him.
At fifty two, with salt and pepper hair messy from endless sleepless nights, he was supposed to be the responsible one. Someone Victoria could rely on.
Upstairs Victoria, his wife of thirteen years, the woman who had brought Sophia into his
