“You don’t know?” His tone is faintly mocking. He smooths his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh, hooking me behind my knee and pulling my leg higher up around his waist. Cool air touches my pussy and I have to fight back a moan.
I don’t mean to kiss him. I don’t think? But I tilt my face up and then his mouth is on mine. Plundering me, forcing my lips wide and slipping his tongue into my mouth, kissing me until I’m writhing against him. Shane barely touches me, one hand on my knee, holding me in place, the other at the small of my back, but it doesn’t matter. I rub against him and my dress slides off my shoulders, shifts up higher on my hips.
I lean back and his gaze snags on my mostly bared breasts. “Lily.” God, I love it when he talks to me like that. Like I’m being bad and he’s not amused.
“I’m sorry.” I shift back a little and try to fix my dress with fumbling hands. “Sorry I kissed you. That was inappropriate.” I go still and then shake my head. “You know what? I’m not sorry. You’re sexy as hell, Shane, and I’d be lying if I said I don’t want you.”
His brows rise. “You were engaged to my son a few short days ago.”
“Yes, I was.” I move to straddle his lap, and he lets me. I lean down and brush my lips to his ear. The rest of what we’re doing is for the camera. These words are just for us. “Wouldn’t a good daughter-in-law want to make her Daddy feel good?” I shift against his chest, letting my dress drop again. “Wouldn’t a caring father-in-law want to kiss his baby girl and make it better?”
“You and that dirty fucking mouth,” he murmurs. His hands land on my hips, urging me back, but it’s like his senses get crisscrossed when he sees my breasts. He freezes and it’s like we’re both holding our breath as he leans in and rubs his face against my sensitive skin, taking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.
“Oh god, that feels good.” I dig my fingers into his hair and arch my back. He slides his hands up the back of my thighs to my ass, massaging there beneath my dress. Again, the plug heightens the sensation, until I’m fighting not to writhe in his lap. I tug his hair. “We should stop. This isn’t why I came here. This is wrong.”
“I know.” He lifts me and turns us around, sitting me on the couch and going to his knees on the floor. “We’ll stop in a minute. Just… Just a minute.” He shoves up my dress and then his mouth is on me.
I moan. “Shane.” I’m lifting my hips to meet his tongue, shamelessly holding my legs wide open as he licks me. “Shane, you’re my father-in-law. You shouldn’t be… We shouldn’t be…” I shudder as he sticks his tongue deep inside me. “It feels so dirty to have your mouth all over me.”
He sucks lightly on my clit. “I’ll stop in a minute. Just a little longer.”
I’m already nodding. “Just a little longer. We can stop in a minute.”
He goes back to eating my pussy in slow, thorough kisses. Need quivers up my legs, made more intense by the picture I know we paint. Him fully clothed and on his knees. Me with my dress bunched around my waist, somehow more naked than if I had nothing else on. “What if he sees?”
He barely lifts his head. “You mean what if Max walked in on us with my mouth all over your pussy?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He pushes two fingers into me. “Then my asshole son would finally see what you look like when you come.”
My jaw drops, but he doesn’t give me a chance to answer. Shane already knows my body, knows the quickest way to wind me up and get me off. He strokes those two wide fingers against my G-spot as he works my clit with this lips and tongue. I let my head fall back against the couch. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good, Shane. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”
He doesn’t stop. He just drives me slowly, inexorably over the edge, until I’m shaking and sobbing out each exhale and coming all over his face. He gives me one last long lick and finally lifts his head. I grab his face and tow him up to me, moaning at the taste of myself on his lips. “Get your cock out. Get it out right now.”
“No.”
He takes advantage of my surprise and hauls me forward over his shoulder. “If I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours, Lily. I’m damn well going to do it right.” My world goes upside down as he stands and walks down the hall and up to his bedroom. He drops me on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees. Spread your thighs and show me how wet I just made that pussy.”