Kate’s father-in-law’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him harder. She could feel every inch of him, deep and unrelenting, and it made her head spin. Her eyes flickered to James, who stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale, his mouth open but no words coming out. Oh God, James… she thought, guilt twisting in her chest even as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

“James, I—” she started, her voice trembling, but then her father-in-law thrust up into her, cutting off her words with a sharp gasp. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements, forcing her to take him deeper. She couldn’t stop herself—her body betrayed her, grinding down on him instinctively, chasing the electric sensation that was building low in her belly.

“Stop! Kate, please—just stop!” James’ voice broke through the haze of pleasure, raw and desperate. But Kate’s body didn’t obey. She rocked against her father-in-law faster, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by the soft, wet noise of their coupling. It was obscene, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rhythm of their bodies. Her eyes locked with James’, and she saw the pain there, the betrayal. But oh, it feels so good. The guilt gnawed at her, but the pleasure was stronger, overwhelming. She moaned, low and throaty, unable to hold back the sounds any longer. Her father-in-law’s hands moved from her hips to her waist, pulling her closer, deeper, as if he could sense her inner conflict and wanted to push her past it.

“Please…” she gasped, though she wasn’t sure who she was pleading with anymore. “More… I need more.” Her voice was broken, ragged, but her body spoke louder than words. She rode him harder, her thighs burning with the effort, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her hair clung to her damp forehead, her cheeks flushed with heat. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she might shatter.

James stepped forward, his hand reaching out as if he could physically pull her away from this, but he stopped short, his fingers hovering in the air between them. “Kate, don’t do this,” he choked out, his voice cracking. “This isn’t you. This isn’t us.”

She wanted to stop. God, she wanted to stop. But her body wouldn’t listen. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming. She could feel it building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm her completely. Her eyes never left James’, but her hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding down on her father-in-law with increasing urgency. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her father-in-law remained silent, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound, but his body said everything. His hands roamed over her curves, possessive and demanding, urging her on as she lost herself in the sensations. There was something primal about it, something that made her feel wild, untamed, like she was shedding the last remnants of her self-control.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, James.” But her apology was drowned out by her moans as the pleasure reached its peak, crashing over her in a wave of ecstasy that left her trembling, her body convulsing around her father-in-law. She threw her head back, her back arching as she cried out, the sound echoing through the room.

When she finally came down, her body still quivering with aftershocks, her eyes met James’ again. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. She could see the hurt, the anger, the disbelief in his eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her father-in-law’s hands were still on her waist, grounding her, keeping her in place.

“Kate…” James whispered, his voice hoarse, almost a plea. But before she could respond, her father-in-law shifted beneath her, pressing deeper, reigniting the fire that had just begun to fade. She gasped, her body responding instinctively, and the look in James’ eyes turned to something darker, something that made her heart ache even as her body burned.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. All she could do was let out a shaky breath as she began to move again, slow at first, then gradually picking up speed. Her father-in-law’s hands tightened on her hips, and for a moment, she thought he might stop her, might end this madness. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled her closer, his silence more telling than any words could have been.

James turned away, his fists clenched at his sides, his shoulders stiff with tension. Kate watched him for a moment, torn between the man she loved and the undeniable pull of the pleasure coursing through her. But then her father-in-law thrust up into her, hard and unrelenting, and all rational thought fled her mind. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensations, her body moving of its own accord.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper, but the desperation in her tone was unmistakable. “Please… don’t stop...