Chapter 3: I BEG MY BROTHER-IN-LAW TO CREAMPIE ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE

The doorbell rings and my heart leaps. Finally. I’m soaked already, the crotchless lingerie doing nothing to hide how desperate I am. I rush to the door in my sheer black garter set, tits barely contained, makeup sultry, hair up in a messy bun. Mark’s going to see me like this and finally fuck me the way I need.

I swing the door open, a needy smile already forming.

It’s not Mark.

Jake stands there, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, tight shirt stretched over his muscled chest, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. My stomach...