Spread For Daddy.. (I Fùcked My Uncle.)

Marina.

The air seemed to thicken, charged with an electricity that was both terrifying and enticing.

It felt like I was on the edge of an irreversible line. My body hummed with need, my mind a whirlwind of filthy fantasies of me on my knees, sucking him off instead of that candy, his hands fisting my hair as he fucked my mouth, me panting “more” while he drove me roughly into the wall.

“Oh, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Uncle. I should go to bed.”

I was lying, and he knew it. His mouth curved into a predatory smirk. “That was an order, Marina.”

I shouldn’t. It was wrong. A taboo! Sinful!

But my feet moved anyway, carrying me forward on shaky legs. Heat exploded across my skin, my breath coming in shallow pants as he didn’t take his eyes off me.

I licked my lips nervously and stopped inches from him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body, and to smell the clean, masculine scent of his soap mixed with something darker, more primal.

“Open up.”

My lips parted obediently, tongue extending. A low, guttural rumble escaped his throat at my willingness.

It rang through me and I immediately wanted to hear it again.

He lifted the lollipop, without unwrapping it and dragged over my tongue, his eyes devouring the sight.

I could see it in those dark depths that he was imagining it was his cock instead, sliding over my wet tongue, pushing past my lips until it hit the back of my throat.

“You’re asking for trouble, little girl,” he growled, pulling back the candy. His voice was rough like gravel, his chest heaving.

“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I whispered. There was something about standing in his room, with the door closed, so late at night that gave me the boldness I needed.

It was like being drunk on lust that was now within reach after so long.

My breasts heaved with a deep breath, my wetness dripping warm and insistent down my shorts, seeking a little friction.

His gaze raked over me slowly, as if he agreed with my words. It lingered on my pebbled nipples straining against my nightshirt, and I saw his throat bob as he swallowed hard.

Then it went lower, to my thighs pressed tightly together, hiding the slick mess between them.

“I want to do the right thing and let you off with a warning,” he said, his eyes snapping back to my face, fixating on my mouth as if he wanted to claim it or destroy it with his dick.

“What if I don’t want you to?” My voice held steady, the sick urge pushing me to dare him, to toe that line and wonder if he’d cross it.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I know what I want.” I was barely breathing, my eyes pleading.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers straight to my core. “Don’t play with fire, Mari.”

I met his gaze head-on, the fire within me sharpening every desire into a razor-edged need. “I like playing with fire. I want to get burned. Marked. Fucked.”

Absently, his free hand dropped to the bulge in his towel, gripping it firmly. He squeezed, a low groan escaping as his cock twitched visibly.

Conflict warred on his face—duty versus desire, right versus this intoxicating wrong.

I waited, my breath held, my pussy throbbing, ready to be stretched, filled, owned.

Was he going to? Or come to his senses and send me away?

After what felt like an eternity, James's expression changed. I could tell from the raw hunger and the hint of regret that he was going to cross that delicate line and drag me to hell with him.

“I’m not going to be gentle and whisper sweet nothings in your ears, little girl. I’ll be your Daddy, using you as I please, breaking and fucking you as I like.”

He pulled back the candy, and held my jaw in his fingers, his dark filled with dark promises. “You’ll have no say, no control. All I want to hear is “Yes, Daddy” and Harder Daddy” like a good fuck doll. You’ll take my sweet cock like candy and you’ll fucking thank me for it.”

His words rushed through me like sin. This was all I wanted. I nodded frantically, testing the words on my tongue. “Yes, Daddy.”

Heat shot my pussy. I liked it. I liked it very fucking much.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, looking pleased with me. “Now take off your clothes and crawl to the bed.”

The command hung in the air, and my body snapped to attention.

With trembling hands, I gripped the hem of my nightshirt and pulled it over my head, baring my breasts to his heated stare.

It suddenly felt real. All my fantasies, all those nights of wishing and aching and begging for James.

My nipples ached for his touch but he didn’t move, my mouth parting in a soft pant. But he simply stood and stared with his hand on his cock.

My shorts came next, sliding down my legs as anticipation drowned all the thoughts out of my head. I stepped out of it, my naked body on full display.

And I hoped he found me sexy enough not to change his mind.

With a jerk of his head toward the bed, I turned and lowered myself on all fours. I moved with a deliberate slowness, tilting my ass high and swaying it in the cool air, hoping to give a good show to my Daddy.

Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath.

I felt his eyes burn holes into my dripping pussy.

“Fuck…Marina…”

The carpet was soft under my palms and knees, but nothing compared to the promise of what awaited. I climbed onto the soft mattress, turned to face him, and waited for him to finally claim me.

James dropped the towel, his cock springing free and I stopped breathing at the magnificent sight now finally in front of me. It was so thick, so fucking perfect, and so ready to be sucked, that a drool slid out of the corner of my mouth.

He stalked toward me, every recognizable feature of him being my uncle vanishing into the night. He had become a man, a hungry man, a powerful man. And I wanted nothing more than to have him break me apart.

“Spread those legs for Daddy.”