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“It’s okay,” I murmur. “Trust me, I understand what you’re saying.”
Tess sobs a little more, those big breasts smashed against the hard wall of my chest.
“Do you?” she hiccups. “This is just so crazy, Mr. Barker. I mean, I know those romance novels aren’t real, but it just doesn’t feel like I’m married to a man. It feels like I’m married to a child, and I don’t know what to do about it!”
I press a kiss to her forehead while still stroking her long locks. To be honest, I’m getting aroused as Tess perches in my lap, her womanly form cuddled up against mine. In this position, I can see straight down her halter top, and shit, but those knockers are lush and full. The shadow between them haunts me, and I long to bury my tongue in the valley there, before suckling on a hard pink tip.
But I can’t because this is my daughter in law, and not only that, but she’s currently unburdening herself to me. It would be a total violation if I started touching herin that way, with my son outside too. I’m a total bastard, but I’m notthatmuch of a bastard.
Meanwhile, Tess continues to cry, plastering her curvy form against my hard chest. She shifts a bit in my lap, and hell, but I get a flash of wet pinkness then. It’s not enough to see if it’s her bare pussy, but I have a suspicion that she’s naked beneath this skirt. That’s right. I think my daughter in law left her panties at home today, and suddenly, all of my morals go flying out the window. You know what? Iamthat asshole. Suddenly, I know that I’m going to enjoy the sexy Tess, even if I’m damned to eternity for doing so.
CHAPTER3
Tess
Ican’t believe I’m doing this. I’m perched in my father in law’s lap, crying my heart out as I sob about the state of my marriage. It’s so inappropriate because of course, I’m married to Roland’s son. Yet I can’t help myself and merely cling to his broad shoulders even harder, burying my face in the bronzed column of Mr. Barker’s neck.
After all, this is what I dream of when I lie awake at night. A gorgeous, possessive alpha male who comforts me and solves all my problems. Roland Barker is nothing like his progeny, and being so close to him like this only emphasizes that fact. First, because Mr. Barker and Rolly look nothing alike. The alpha male currently rubbing circles on my back is about six foot three with ebony hair and flashing blue eyes. Not only that, but he’s got the body of a Greek god, judging from the hard pecs beneath my hands, not to mention the long, hard thighs cushioning my bottom. Meanwhile, Rolly’s about five ten and handsome enough, but he’s just a boy. He’s probably only one sixty, which frankly, is less than what I weigh.
But even more, it’s Mr. Barker’s charisma and confident bearing that make me go needy inside. There’s something about this man that screams power and ruthlessness, and I don’t even know what it is. Is it because he’s in jail? Is it because I know he made a fortune in his past life? Whatever it is, I have to get my mind off of it because this man and I are related now, albeit only through marriage.
Still, I cling to his broad shoulders while crying like a baby. I nestle my curvaceous form against that hard male one and shift my weight a bit to get even closer to him. It’s then that I feel it – a hard rod beneath my bottom, pressing up against my ass crease. The air goes about a million degrees suddenly, and I lift my brown eyes in shock to stare into those flinty blue ones.
“That’s right,” the older man rasps, his breath hot against my cheek. “Do you feel how much I want you, sweetheart? I can’t get enough of your sweet form, lush and female, in my lap.”
A good girl would jump away and immediately start for the door before flinging herself outside. But the crying jag’s made me vulnerable, and to be honest, I’m beyond attracted to this man. I need to feel coddled and safe, and I want his hands on me, touching me and making me moan. So I throw caution to the wind and instead lean back a little, lifting my leg.
“I want you too,” I murmur to Mr. Barker. “See what I’ve brought you, Daddy.”
His expression grows thunderous as he looks at me.
“Use that word again, and you better be ready to get your pussy spanked,” he rasps. The threat should terrify me, but the fact is that I’m sick and tired of Rolly’s inept caresses and awkward kisses. Instead, I want to be taken by a real man, and so I merely lift my leg even higher, exposing my moist pink pussy to him.
“This is yours,” I breathe, staring deep into those azure depths. “If you want it, that is.”
Roland is completely still for a moment, like he can’t believe what’s happening at the moment. But then the alpha male lets out a harsh growl before slanting his mouth over mine and plundering my lips with his own. Oh fuck, it feels so good to be taken like this, and my mouth opens beneath his commanding touch even as my nipples harden.
“This is mine, hmm?” he rasps against my lips, as one hand goes down to stroke between my thighs. “Fuck, you’re drenched already.”
Never mind that Roland’s son is outside at this very moment, creeping about the bushes. Never mind that Rolly could burst inside at any moment and catch us in this intimate embrace. Instead, I lean into the handsome man and merely kiss him harder, practically begging for it.
“Touch me,” is my whispered invitation. “I need it, please. No, Iwantit.”
In a flash, Roland has me out of his lap and bent over the kitchen sink. I’m startled, with my hands gripping the counter ledge, but the huge man doesn’t hesitate. He has my skirt scrunched up around my waist within moments, and lets out a throaty moan as he takes in my soaked folds.
“Fuck, no panties, baby?” he rasps. “What were you thinking?”
I let out a breathless gasp as he traces a gentle finger over my swollen pussy lips, stopping to tease my clit out of its hood.
“I wasn’t thinking,” I pant as the air in my lungs evaporates. “I just … ooooh, yes!”
After all, Mr. Barker’s inserting one big finger into my pussy now, and it feels so good. My eyes squinch shut as I focus on the tingling sensations in my cunt, not to mention how he’s stretching me out with that huge digit. Then, to my surprise, he squeezes another one in and I moan headily, already full to the brim.
“Ohh,” I gasp. “Mmmm.”
“Goddamn, this kitty needs to get fucked,” he growls in back of me. “But first, let me stretch you out.”
My eyes flutter shut as he twists his fingers in my cunt, getting them lubed and wet. Then, he scissors his digits, stretching me out for the penetration to come.
