Novel-novel oleh Kayla

Uncle Samson pushed me down gently, sat up straight, his back ramrod against the couch cushions, and my pussy was still gasping—little aftershock pulses fluttering through my slick folds even though the orgasm had faded to a dull, glowing throb."Marian—" His voice came out rough, scraped raw. "W—what are you doing down here?" his voice cracked. "I mean…""Watching pornography so late at night," she cut in, her tone curling with disgust. "That's disgusting—that's low, Samson. Aria could still be awake in her room."She thought the sounds she'd heard were from porno. She didn't realize it was me, muffled against her husband's mouth, my cunt gushing all over his chin while he tongue-fucked me through the hardest orgasm of my life.I suddenly felt hotter. So impossibly hot down my inner thighs where my slick was still dripping, mixing with his spit, cooling against my flushed skin.She was close, so close. Aunt Marian stood at the foot of the staircase, from her angle, the couch faced aw

My tongue touched the tip first. Just a tentative little flick, tasting the salt-bitter bead of precum there. His whole body jerked. His grip on my hair tightened.Fuck.He was huge. Thicker than I'd imagined during all those nights grinding against my pillow, longer than anything my fingers had ever tried to approximate. If the cap filled my mouth, this much could I even take more. "You don't have to…” he started, but I was already leaning forwardz"Aria," he breathed.I closed my lips around the head and sucked.A sound tore out of him, a strangled "Fuuuck" that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. His hips bucked slightly, just an inch, but it was enough to push more of him into my mouth, and suddenly I was gagging, my throat constricting around the intrusion, eyes watering instantly.I pulled back, coughing, a string of spit connecting my bottom lip to his cock."Easy," he murmured, and his voice had changed, it was needy. His thumb brushed my cheek. "Relax your throa

“Fuck," he breathes.I should've been embarrassed. I should've wanted the floor to swallow me, move even at least to cover up. But I don't. I stay there, presented like an offering, my body still trembling on the edge of the orgasm I didn't get to have."Samson." I whisper. It was the first time I called him by his name, not Uncle Samson.His jaw tightens. His hands fist at his sides. I can see the bulge in his sweatpants, the same one I glimpsed minutes ago in the hallway. The one Aunt Marian refused to take care of."ARIA." His voice is rough. "What are you doing?"What am I doing?"I heard you and your wife fighting," I say, still face-down, still trembling. "I heard what she said. About your… your dick being too big."He exhales sharply. "You shouldn't have heard that.""She doesn't know what she's missing out." I say before I can stop myself. "She's never here. And you… you've been so good to me. You braided my hair when my own parents forgot my birthday. You taught me to drive.

Aria POV“Arh, ughhh, ahh, yeah… fuck— fucking stop.""Shit, hell."Aunt Marian voice cursed bitterly through the slightly ajar door.It’s always about your fucking satisfaction again.”“You just came, and me?” Uncle Samson’s voice cracked somewhere in the middle. “You’re my wife, Marian…”"I said I'm busy," Aunt Marian snapped, shoving at his chest. "Plus, your dick is too big. You know what? I can't do this, I'm not in the mood for sex, your tongue is enough. Good night.""That's what you always say. When was the last time… you know what, I'm out."Footsteps echoed from the bedroom. They were getting closer. I wasn’t supposed to lurk around Uncle Samson’s house—like a thief. Hell I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Wasn’t supposed to press my ear to the bedroom door the moment I heard raised voices.I stopped leaning by the door frame and ducked around the corner.Samson slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing hard, chest heaving.Then he walked straight to the mini ba

“Samuel? Are you in there with her?” Mom’s voice was closer now, suspicious.Time stopped. The water was still running, the only sound covering my loud heartbeat.Sammy’s cock twitched inside me, a reflex, and I nearly sobbed. The sound would give us away. The movement would. His hand clamped over my mouth. Not hard. Desperate. In the mirror, we looked like a crime scene. My skirt around my waist. His pants at his ankles. Red marks on my thighs from his fingers. One of my pigtails had coke undone.Mom was three feet away. If we moved, she'd hear. If we didn't, she might try the handle. I looked up into Sammy's eyes, wide with the same terror, silently pleading for him to fix this.Samuel cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked terrified, but also protective, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Yeah, I'm in here, Linda,” he called out, his voice remarkably steady considering he was balls-deep in her daughter. “Sorry. It’s… it’s a bit of a situation in here.”“Wha

“Fuckk,” he hissed.Samuel gripped his shaft, guiding the blunt head to my entrance. He was incredibly gentle, moving with agonizing slowness. “Relax for me, Nora. Open up.”His fingers never stopped moving inside me, scissoring, stretching something that felt like it might tear. "You know what happens when Daddy fucks you tonight? When I push my fat cock through that tight little hymen?"I shook my head, eyes wide."You're going to bleed, baby girl. Virgin blood all over my cock, all over this sink, running down your thighs. And I'm going to lick it up." He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. "Then I'm going to fill you with my cum."My cunt clenched around nothing. Daddy’s dirty words shocked me but at the same time they excited me. I tried to unclench my muscles, staring into his eyes as he began to push forward. The stretch was intense, a burning pressure that bordered on pain. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders to dig my nails in.“Shh, I've got you,” he soothe