VALERIE’S POV
The expensive mahogany of his desk groans under my ass, a pathetic little sound compared to the filthy, wet noise of his c**k splitting me open.
Aaron. Tyler’s father. My boyfriend’s father.
His name is a whimper and a prayer on my lips as he rams into me, again and again, each thrust a brutal f*****g reminder that his son’s slender, boyish d**k could never, ever fill me up like this.
“God—f**k—” The words tear out of me, hoarse and desperate. My nails claw at the polished wood, leaving ugly little half-moons. “Your son… his c**k was never… never this f*****g thick.”
A dark, possessive growl comes from his chest.
His hands, big, brutal, businessman’s hands, dig into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me open for him, yanking me back onto his length with a force that s
