Say Uncle(7)

I lifted her thighs and wrapped them around my waist. She moaned as I ground my cock into her. I needed to get in her. Moving my mouth from hers, I trailed my lips down to her neck and slid my hands up and down her legs. Fuck me. She was going to get nailed good.

I pushed away from the door and carried her to the bed, pushing my luggage off the side. I pulled off her heels and made my way straight to her panties, yanking them down her legs. I faltered for moment when her pussy juiced, her scent hitting me straight in my nuts.

Vegas and a quick marriage ran through my brain as the blood left it. I was having fucked-up thoughts, so I squashed them and dove face first into her honey pot. With my first lick she was sweet and sticky, and boom—I was hooked. Her lips creamed as I parted them. She cried out, her hands buried in my hair. “Dean!”

Her body was ready to sing. I needed her to come because I knew that once my dick was deep in her, I was done for. I slipped a finger into her hot, sweet, wet pussy. She was tight, so I pushed deeper, and instantly my finger touched something I wasn’t expecting to touch. Before I could react to the discovery, she started shaking, coming hard on my tongue. I started to lick her harder, eager to bury my cock in her unbelievably pure fucking pussy.

The moment her body stopped shaking, I lifted her to the center of the bed and stripped myself. Fuck a condom—she was a fucking virgin. I smiled as I pounced on top of her, took her mouth with mine, and parted her thighs to fit in between them. Vegas/marriage crossed my mind again, and this time the thought held promise.

“Mine,” I roared as I pushed my way through her pussy, breaking her barrier and claiming her. Fuck, I felt the first squirt of my come. There was no stopping the flow of my nut into her, but my dick wasn’t done. He was just marking his territory—now it was time to rule it. I was breeding her.

I started stroking into her slowly, letting her pain ease. “Easy, my Angel.”

She whimpered, “Dean, it hurts.”

“It’ll be all right, sweetheart. Just relax and let me please you,” I whispered, slowly rocking into her.

“Fuck, babe. I’m not letting you go now,” I growled the moment her pussy started juicing, giving my dick a little leeway to push deeper into her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” She sighed while still clinging to me, marking my skin with her nails.

“Yes, we should. You no longer have a boyfriend, and I’m not your uncle. You’re pussy belongs to me.” I pounded my point home, effectively silencing that shit she was spewing.

“Ah,” she panted.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. Scream how much you want it,” I demanded.

She moaned and started crying out my name as she came. Fuck, I couldn’t hold out this orgasm either. Her cries hit my ears, and I was emptying out in her again. I felt her walls squeeze all my come out of my sack. My mouth was on hers, making love to her lips. Fuck. I was in love, or the craziest lust known to man. I didn’t even want to pull out of her, but suddenly, she got shy.

I leaned over her and asked, “Babe, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“No, what?” I want to know if she was all right.

“I’m not okay. Can you please let me up?” she asked without looking at me.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

“What’s wrong is my mother is married to your brother, and I have a boyfriend who I care about.”

“If you really cared about him, you wouldn’t have opened your fucking thighs for me. And I already told you it doesn’t matter that Ted married your mother. We’re not related, and I sure as hell proved I’m not your uncle,” I roared.

I got up off the bed because I was pissed off. It wasn’t about the whole uncle thing. It was the “I care about my boyfriend” shit that got me. She gave me her pussy because I got her riled up, and nothing more.

She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard the shower turn on, and I reached for her cell phone. She didn’t have a lock on it, so I looked at the screensaver and it was her and this guy with his arms wrapped around her. Angel was smiling as he was kissing her cheek. Murderous feelings coursed through me. I couldn’t believe how upset I was that she cared for another motherfucker.

I looked at her text messages, and the kid’s name was Kevin.

“Hey, babe, hope you and your mom work it out. I miss you already. Call me when you land.”

I looked at the call log, and sure enough, she had called him. I was about to smash the phone for no fucking reason. I just had the best sex I’d ever had, and I stole this guy’s virgin pussy. He’s the one who got fucked over, but I felt like I was the one who got the short end of the stick. I walked to the minibar and downed two little bottles. I looked down at my semi-hard cock and saw her blood on it.