Chapter 2: More of you!

My eyes widened in shock as he shoved his boxers down his muscular thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward. It was massive;longer and girthier than anything I’d ever imagined. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, and the swollen head glistened with a bead of pre-cum in the dim moonlight slicing through the curtains.

My mouth went dry. A rush of heat flooded my cheeks, but my body betrayed me completely. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, scraping against the lace of my bra. Between my thighs, a slick, aching warmth gathered fast, soaking my panties. My clit throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.

This was insane but my feet stayed rooted. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the intimidating length of him.

“Like what you see, slut?” he growled, voice low and rough. His big hand wrapped around the base and stroked once, slowly, showing off every inch. The word 'slut' hit me like a slap across the face. I wasn’t that. I was Jessy—the quiet, frigid girl who couldn’t even feel desire for her own boyfriend. The Virgin Mary.

Yet the way he said it, dark and commanding, sent a forbidden spark straight to my core. My pussy clenched hard.

“I… I’m not a slut,” I whispered, shaking my head even as my thighs pressed together.

He stood up slowly, towering over me. The scent of warm skin, musk, and expensive cologne wrapped around me like smoke. His cock bobbed heavily with the movement, inches from my stomach.

“Don’t lie to me, naïve little thing.” He grabbed my wrist with surprising gentleness and pulled me closer. “You walked in here looking lost and broken, but those pretty eyes are hungry. You’re dripping for it, aren’t you?”

Before I could protest, he guided my trembling hand to his cock. “Hold it. Wrap those soft fingers around me.”

The moment my palm closed around his thick shaft, a low groan rumbled from his chest. He was burning hot, velvet-soft skin stretched tight over rigid steel. I felt every vein, every throb. My fingers barely met around his girth. Curiosity and lust overpowered the fear, and I stroked him tentatively, sliding my hand up and down.

“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. “But don’t fool yourself. You’re still my little slut tonight.”

The degrading words should have made me angry. Instead, they made me wetter. I stroked him faster, firmer, watching in fascination as more pre-cum leaked from the tip and slicked my fingers. His hips rocked gently into my grip, fucking my hand with controlled power.

“On your knees.”

The command sent a shiver down my spine. I sank to the soft carpet, my sundress pooling around me. His cock hovered right in front of my face, intimidating and beautiful. Up close, the musky scent was stronger, intoxicating.

“Open wide.”

I parted my lips. He pushed forward, the thick head sliding over my tongue. Salty. Hot. Overwhelming. I sucked instinctively, swirling my tongue around the tip the way I’d only read about in secret. He hissed in pleasure, hand tightening in my hair.

“Deeper, slut. Take more of me.”

I tried. My lips stretched wide around his girth as he guided me further. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, tears pricking my eyes, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he held me there for a second, groaning deeply.

“Fuck, that innocent mouth feels good. Choke on it like the eager whore you are.”

Each filthy word confused me more, yet my body responded with another rush of wetness. My free hand slipped between my thighs, pressing against my soaked panties for relief while I bobbed my head, sucking harder. Saliva dripped down my chin. The wet, obscene sounds filled the dark room—sucking, slurping, his low grunts.

He suddenly yanked me off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected my swollen lips to the glistening head.

“Not yet,” he rasped. He pulled me up by my hair, firm but careful, sending sparks of pleasure-pain across my scalp. “Strip. I want to see all of you.”

My hands shook as I obeyed. The sundress slid down my body. I unclasped my bra, letting my full breasts spill free into the cool air. My nipples were painfully hard. He groaned appreciatively, eyes devouring me.

“Beautiful. Now come here.”

He sat back on the couch and tugged me between his spread thighs. “Press those pretty tits around my cock.”

I leaned forward, cupping my breasts and squeezing them together around his thick length. The heat of him nestled perfectly in my cleavage, slick from my saliva. He thrust up slowly, the heavy head brushing my lips with every stroke.

“Hold them tighter,” he ordered. I did, creating a warm, soft channel for him. He fucked my tits with steady, powerful strokes, grunting every time the head nudged my mouth. I licked it eagerly on every upward thrust, tasting myself and him mixed together.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Naïve little Jessy letting a stranger fuck her tits like a needy slut. You love this, don’t you?”

I whimpered, nodding. The friction against my sensitive nipples, the dirty words, the way he used my body—it was all too much. My pussy ached so badly I was trembling.

He noticed. “Back to sucking. Faster this time.”

He guided me down again. I took him deep into my mouth, bobbing my head with renewed hunger. My hands stroked the base while my tongue worked the underside. He controlled the rhythm with his grip in my hair, pushing deeper, using my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn’t stop. The ache between my legs had become unbearable. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs.

“Deeper, you filthy slut,” he hissed, hips snapping forward. “That’s it—take every inch.”

I gagged but pushed through, drunk on the power of making this powerful man lose control. His cock swelled on my tongue, throbbing harder. His breathing turned ragged.

Suddenly he yanked me off, stroking himself furiously with one hand while gripping my hair with the other.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”

I obeyed instantly, looking up at him with tear-streaked eyes and parted lips. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted across my tongue, splashing my lips, my chin, and dripping down onto my heaving breasts. The taste was salty, intense, forbidden. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, dazed and trembling with unspent need.

He collapsed back onto the couch, chest heaving, and pulled me onto his lap. His hands roamed lazily over my cum-streaked skin, teasing my nipples and brushing lightly over my soaked panties. The touch kept the fire simmering but gave me no real relief.

“Good little slut,” he murmured against my ear, voice rough with satisfaction. “You did so well for your first time.”

I was still catching my breath, body buzzing, when the sound of the front door opening echoed through the mansion. Heels clicked across the marble foyer.

“Jessy? Sweetheart, are you home?” My aunt’s voice drifted closer for the second time, warm and concerned. “I saw the lights were off downstairs.”

My heart slammed into my throat. I froze on his lap, naked except for my ruined panties, his cum still cooling on my skin.

The man beneath me didn’t look worried. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He slid two fingers under my panties and stroked my swollen clit once, making me bite back a whimper.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice a velvet whisper only I could hear.

“Be very quiet, little niece… or Mommy’s going to walk in and see exactly how I’ve been welcoming you home.”

The sitting room door handle rattled softly.