BRIENNA’S POV
I squirm and moan blindly under him.
A fresh release of dripping wetness floods my p***y, the warmth spreading from my core to every single inch of my shivering body.
A feverish heat entirely overcomes my senses the more he bites and sucks, his rough tongue lashing and kneading across my breasts so mercilessly that actual tears leak from my eyes.
“f**k. I could die happy tasting you,” he growls against my wet flesh.
He shifts his focus to my face, meeting my eyes for a split second.
There is so much dark, primal hunger burning in those silver eyes. So much filthy, undeniable desire to completely ruin his pathetic son’s wife.
Goddess. My husband’s dad is going to f**k me.
It is so wrong, so twisted and taboo, completely crossing every single line a respectable woman sh
