SARAH'S POV

My knees were still shaking from the first orgasm when David pulled me up from the floor. His face and chest was shining with my release, the front of his sweatpants dark and wet where I’d soaked him. The living room smelled like sex and my own cum, sharp and sweet. I could barely stand on my feet, but the hunger in his eyes told me we were nowhere near done.

“Upstairs,” he said, his voice rough. “To your bedroom. I want you on the bed you share with my son.”

The words sent a fresh rush of heat through my core. I was depraved for this—my father-in-law,...