He rolled onto his back again, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his hips.
His thick cock nestled between my soaked folds, the hot length sliding against my clit as I rocked against him.
I positioned the fat head at my entrance and slowly sank down, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me.
The stretch was perfect, filling me so completely I felt him in my belly.
“Fuck—yes,” I moaned, starting to ride him slowly at first, then faster, my hands braced on his muscular chest.
Killian’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me, thrusting up to meet every downward stroke.
His eyes stayed locked on my bouncing breasts, then on my face, watching every expression of pleasure as I fucked myself on his cock.
“That’s it, ride your brother-in-law’s cock like the greedy slut you are,” he growled, one hand moving to rub my clit in tight circles.
“Use me.
Take what you need.”
I rode him harder, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room again, my moans growing louder and more desperate.
Another orgasm was already building, coiling tight and hot in my core.
This time, when I came, I screamed his name so loudly I was sure the neighbors might hear.
My pussy spasmed around his thick shaft, milking him as fresh waves of pleasure tore through me.
Killian followed soon after, gripping my hips bruisingly as he thrust up hard and filled me with rope after thick rope of hot cum, flooding my womb until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock.
We collapsed together, sweaty and panting, his arms wrapped possessively around me as his cock continued to twitch inside me.
I knew then, without a doubt, that I was completely addicted.
That evening, the kitchen smelled of garlic, fresh herbs, and sizzling chicken as I stood at the stove stirring the creamy sauce for dinner.
I had slipped into a simple, soft cotton sundress—the pale yellow one that hugged my breasts and flared gently at my hips, ending just above mid-thigh.
No bra.
No panties.
I moved around the kitchen barefoot, hips swaying slightly as I worked.
Every brush of the soft fabric against my bare ass and swollen folds sent little sparks through me.
I was trying—failing—to focus on cooking, but my mind kept drifting back to the way Killian had devoured me on his bed, the way his thick cock had stretched me open while I rode him until I screamed.
I didn’t hear him enter the kitchen at first.
Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back flush against his hard chest.
Killian’s lips brushed the side of my neck as one large hand splayed possessively over my stomach.
“Smells good,” he murmured, voice low and rough against my ear.
“But I bet you taste better.”
Before I could respond, his other hand slid down, slipping smoothly under the hem of my short dress.
His fingers found my bare pussy immediately, gliding through the slick, swollen folds with ease.
I gasped sharply, nearly dropping the wooden spoon into the pan.
“Killian—dinner—”
“Don’t let me distract you.”
But he was already distracting me completely.
Two thick fingers parted my lips and circled my clit slowly, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until my hips jerked.
I tried to keep stirring the sauce, but my movements became sloppy, breath coming faster as he explored my dripping cunt with practiced ease.
“You’re soaked again,” he growled, voice dark with satisfaction.
“Still full of my cum from this afternoon?
Or is this all fresh cream for me?”
I whimpered, pressing back against the hard bulge of his cock that was already straining against his jeans.
“Both… fuck, Killian…”
He chuckled lowly and pushed two long fingers deep inside me without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot that made my knees weak.
I moaned softly, biting my lip hard to stay quiet as he began to finger-fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes.
His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight, steady circles while his fingers pumped in and out of my tight, greedy pussy.
“Oh God… I’m so close,” I whispered, voice shaky.
My walls clenched rhythmically around his invading fingers, sucking them deeper as my orgasm hovered just out of reach.
Killian’s free hand slid up to cup one of my breasts through the thin dress, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.
“That’s it, baby.
Come on my fingers like a good little slut.
Let me feel this pussy squeeze—”
The front door suddenly opened and closed with a familiar click.
My entire body froze.
“Honey, I’m home!”