His Hands Are Better

ANGEL

He was a lunatic, what was I expecting him to even say? His words made my chest palpitate, but no longer with fear. I was angry at myself that for a second, I'd nearly believed him.

To think that I’d been terrified and something real might be going on with daddy’s underworld organization. . . But he was the one I needed protection from?

Laughable.

It was actually.

His crude words gave me an opening. If he thought he could shame me, I might as well return the favour. 

“You want to fuck me? I’m your friend’s daughter!” My lips curled in exaggerated disgust, “You are nearly twice my age, how could you not feel any shame when you’re old enough to even be my father?” 

I was eighteen, and both daddy and Daniel were in their mid-thirties. Daddy was thirty-six and Daniel thirty-five. 

I tilted my chin and his lips twitched with something resembling a smirk. A look that made him look cruel and at the same time primal. 

I attacked again, taking a brave step towards him, until my bréasts just nearly grazed his chest “Is the thought of taking your friend's daughter's virgin pússy getting you hard? You old pervert,”

“You’re a virgin?” His pupils dilated with raw unbridled excitement, his smile was broader now, dangerous and wolfing. 

Damn it, I didn’t mean to blurt that part out, but so what? Yeah, who cares?  “Don’t look so excited, it’s not as if you’ll ever get a taste of me, I don’t particularly like dickheads like you,”

“I would watch that mouth if I were you, princess.” His jaw ticked with a vein, his voice darker. 

I should have heeded the warning in his eyes, but I just wanted to provoke him. 

“Or what?” I challenged. 

Now, I was fully enjoying this, I wanted to see him snap, to lose that control he had always kept bottled inside. I wanted to see what was beneath. 

So I pushed. 

“Have you jerked off to me before, Uncle?” My smile was evil, “Did you cum that day watching my ass in those tight shorts? Did you wish you could fuck my hole and ruin me with your cóck?”

I leaned closer, so my breàsts definitely grazed below his chest. But it was only so I could grab the glass of milk from his hand. Or maybe not. 

My eyes gradually lowered to his grey slacks and I smirked at the tent forming there. “Getting excited, are we? Do my words arouse you, Uncle,”

I took a sip of the warm milk, finishing it with several large gulps, and then I met his cold piercing eyes, stare to stare. 

My blood was burning with excitement now,  I lifted the glass and allowed the last drops of milk to roll on my tongue. I didn’t swallow it, not yet. 

I wanted to tease him more, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing more evident. How much would it take to get him wetter?

I stuck out my tongue which was covered with milk to him, I could see the way his nostrils flared, the way his breath got heavier. And then, I swallowed, a low moan trembling from my throat. I slowly traced my lips clean with my tongue. 

“Do you wish that was your cúm sliding warmly down my throat?” 

Daniel’s eyes were still dark. Now, I could trace the curve of his pénis in those grey sweatpants.

Holy fúck.

He was massive, Daddy might actually have a competitor at this point. 

“You’re a tease Angel, and since your father never trained you, I guess I will have a good time doing that.”

I cocked my head at that, “ You don’t have the ability. So, keep jerking off to me, think about me all you want, about the títs you’ll never touch and the wet pússy you’ll never taste,” 

I couldn’t tell what took over me or where the boldness came from, my index finger slowly reached out to jab at his chest, the rock-solid muscle there warm against the tip of my hand. 

His reaction was instant, like a viper, he struck before I anticipated. 

Harsh fingers groped my hair. I screamed, in shock, surprise and pain firing through me. 

He yanked harder and the next thing, my back slammed against the wall. I barely placed my palm just in time to avoid hitting the wall face-first. 

“You bastar…!”

SLAP!

I froze. My body stilled. My muscles stiffened, the air I had inhaled stopped halfway to my lungs. 

My brain was struggling to process it. 

The bastard had just spanked me!

The pain radiated in my butt cheek the next instant. 

I tried to wiggle from his grip, but he was strong. Too strong. 

Powerful fingers grasped my neck, holding me steady, where he wanted me. 

“Son of a bítch, if you don’t let me g…!”

SLAP! 

“Argh!” 

A lick of fire travelled through my other cheek, and then it didn’t stop. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 

Each hit wrenched a cry from my lips, I was sobbing, but it wasn’t only my eyes that were leaking. In between my legs too, my lower lips were shedding tears.

No, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

I wasn’t growing wet by being humiliated by this man who wasn’t Daddy. A hot pool of lava settled in my stomach, and when the spank came again, a whimper quivered from my throat.

“This is one effective way to shut sluts up, I don’t hear your voice, princess,” He growled mockingly, his breath hot against my nape. 

Another slap came, my eyes rolled backwards, and instead of a pained cry, a moan trembled from my lips, I could feel myself soaking my panties. 

No!

I was betraying Daddy. Snap out of it! I couldn’t cúm from mere spanking, I was better than this. 

“Let go you fúcker!” I swore, but his body pressed in on me from behind, I could feel all of him, I meant all of him. 

The rigidity of his massive member pressed against my ass. 

He was rocking me slowly, his erection poking into my ass.

My body stiffened again, god, I was soaking wet, my eyes clenched shut as I tried to calm my breathing, gods, I was a few thrusts away from cúmming. 

“You fúcking enjoyed that, do you want me to confirm how red your ass looks? Just see  you sticking your ass out for me,”

And indeed I was. My hips were grinding against his erection. Shamelessly. I wanted this badly. Desperately. 

“Call me daddy right now, and I’ll throw you on that fúcking bed and do all the things you want Vincent to do to you!” His growl was sharp, hot against my ears. “I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours”

I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on

No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. 

“You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features.  A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb. 

“You know what else daddy would do?” I slipped my hands below my dress, “He would fuck you with your blown dick while you’re lying there bleeding. That’s what you’ll get for fucking his little girl.” My fingers pushed my panties to the side. I was so wet. 

Daniel saw what I was doing, he yanked my dress up completely, bunching the fabric around my waist, and then his bare fingers grazed my thigh, his touch was confident, like he owned me. My fingers parted my slit, until a harsh slap to my wrist forced my hand to my side. 

Daniel’s lips curved wickedly, “Then, go ahead, princess,  call for your daddy.” His finger slid into my panties, and then my folds were being parted. 

He touched my clit, my lips shaped into an “O”

Then he stroked, once. Twice. His finger, just one of them. . . Just one, it was more pleasurable than mine could ever be. 

“How long will it take you to cúm? Call me daddy, and I’ll let you,”

I hated him. 

So much. 

He added another finger, I choked on a breath. 

He curled inside of me, I detested him so much that I could feel myself clench around his two fingers. An intense hatred for this man so sharp that it made my pussy throb. 

For a moment, I thought he would do it, make me cum while I call him daddy too. But then, he withdrew his fingers, he stepped backwards, his face was grim with satisfaction. And then, he lifted those glistening fingers to his lips. And sucked. His tongue wiped them clean. 

He was no longer touching me, but my body still felt devoured by his gaze. 

I knew what I must look like, my dress riding to my waist, my panties shoved to the side, my hair scattered and my eyes frantic from a failed orgasm. 

“Get out! Get out!” I screamed, my fingers shoving into my tragic mess of hair. 

He didn’t leave, not instantly. His eyes were burning with a promise,  “Sooner or later, I'm going to have you… And you’ll be on your knees, craving for my cock. I’ll have you begging, but I’ll ruin you anyway,”

“Go to hell! And close the door as you leave!” I spat, my tongue tasting like venom, bitter and thick. 

If only I’d known that every filthy threat he had spoken, every nasty thing he promised would come true. Maybe… just maybe I would have tried my hardest to run from him. 

Daddy wanted to protect me, but Uncle Daniel… Uncle Daniel wanted to ruin me