Joan.
I should turn around right now.
I should say sorry and tell him it would never happen again.
But what the f**k was “sorry” supposed to mean when this was the second time I had walked in on my father-in-law with his c**k out?
What was sorry when my p***y was throbbing so violently I could feel my heartbeat between my legs?
The only rational thing my body wanted to do was drop to my knees, pull that thick monster into my mouth, and worship it like my entire life depended on it.
I wanted to choke on it.
I wanted to drool all over it.
I wanted to look up at him with teary eyes while he f****d my throat and
called me his dirty little daughter-in-law.
My legs were trembling so badly I was two seconds away from falling to my knees anyway.
“Joan…!” Noah called again, his dee
