MY GODFATHER’S NAUGHTY PET (2)

MAYA

I woke up dreaming about him.

My mouth left dry from all the moaning I must have done in my sleep, but my pussy wasn’t.

The sheets were twisted around my hips, soaked where I’d rubbed against them in my sleep,

dreaming about the memory of his tongue.

I could still feel the burn of his stubble on my inner thighs, the exact pressure of his palm over my mouth when I almost screamed his name.

Just the thought of him was enough to get me started again. Boys in college were nowhere near as hot as he is.

I slid two fingers through my folds just to check: slick, swollen, ready. One stroke and my back arched.

But I stopped myself.

Not yet.

I wanted to stay on that edge all day, sharp and hungry, so that when he finally broke, the fall would destroy us both in all the best ways.

I walked downstairs barefoot. The marble was cold against my soles, a shock that zipped straight to my nipples.

I’d chosen the tiniest white cotton shorts on purpose; the seam split my lips and rubbed my clit with every step.

A paper-thin tank top clung to my tits, nipples dark and hard against the fabric. I knew the second he saw me he’d smell how wet I was. I wanted him to drown in it.

Dad was at the island with his cafecito and El Nuevo Herald. He didn’t even look up when I poured coffee.

Good. I needed all my focus for the man who was about to walk through that door.

The doorbell rang and my pulse answered between my legs.

I beat Dad to it by half a step.

Dominic stood on the porch. His dark eyes carried heavy bags underneath. It was easy to tell he hadn’t slept a wink last night.

Uh oh.

His gaze dropped to my nipples almost immediately, down to the damp spot already darkening the crotch of my shorts, before it snapped back to my face. Too late. I’d seen the hunger.

“It seems I forgot my keys last night.” He sounded tired too.

“You don’t say?” Dad called out, he was already busy looking into the couches for uncle Dom’s keys. But there was no need for that.

A lazy smile crept up to my cheeks.

“I’ll help you look. You can come in.”

I felt his stare on my ass the entire walk to the study

The air in the hallway was thicker, warmer, like the house itself knew what we were about to do. I left the door open four inches; close enough to hear Dad say he would fix him a bottle while I helped him search the study.

I pulled out his keys from where I had hidden it under daddy’s desk. I dangled it in front of him with a wide grin.

“You really should be more careful, Dom.”

His nostrils flared. He took one step and the space between us shrank to nothing.

“Maya—”

I cut him off by pressing the key into his palm and closing his fingers around it. My nipples brushed his chest.

“You have your key now. Ours in the keyholder as well. Dad will be leaving for the depot in twenty minutes. You can tell him you want to stay behind.”

I walked out before he could answer. I didn’t need to look back to know his cock was hard.

I have no idea how he managed to convince daddy to leave by himself, but when I walked down the stairs after watching daddy drive out, I was almost stunned by what I saw.

He looked wrecked.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

“And yet,” I catwalked towards him.

“Here you are.”

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him up from the chair. He followed my every silent command, and didn’t make a sound when I led us up the stairs, into an abandoned guest room.

I shoved him back against the door and stood on tiptoes, before I whispered against his mouth.

“I’m going to be a good girl and give you the chance to ask me to stop if you don’t want this,” my heart was racing in my chest. “But you can’t make me stop once I begin.”

He shook his head, saying nothing.

“I need to hear the words, uncle Dom. I need to know your desire isn’t a weird concept I’m making up.” I grabbed his collar tighter.

“If you want to fuck me, I need you to say you want to fuck me.”

Dom responded with a grunt. His right hand collared my throat, thumb pressing under my jaw, and he took my mouth like he was punishing me for daring him, for pushing him to the edge.

His tongue ran deep into my mouth, tasting every corner, claiming.

I melted for exactly three seconds; just long enough for him to think he’d won; then I bit his bottom lip so hard, I could taste his blood.

“Fucking hell, Maya!” He spun us and slammed my back to the door.

He shoved his right thigh between mine. The denim of his pants rasped my bare pussy, and I rolled my hips shamelessly, riding his knees, coating his jeans with the wetness of my pussy.

He broke the kiss only to snarl.

“You’re not wearing anything under this dress.”

I was all smiles as I replied.

“Why should I?”

He lifted me up with an ease that made me even wetter. My legs locked around his waist, and my dress rucked to my hips. I could feel my wet cunt dragging over the hard ridge of his cock.

Every step down the hall he ground into me once, twice, until I was panting into his neck, sucking bruises into his skin, tasting salt and restraint.

He kicked the study door shut and dropped me on the edge of Dad’s mahogany desk. The wood was cool against my overheated skin. The rays of sunlight drew striped gold bars across my tits, my stomach, the glistening mess between my thighs.

Dom stood between my legs, with his chest heaving, and eyes as dark as sin.

“I’m going to fuck you, Maya,” he purred. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish you’ll never dared me.”

“I’ll do no such thing, uncle dom.”

“You’re going to ruin me.”

I spread my thighs wider, hooked my heels on the desk edge, and showed him exactly how ruined I already was.

“Then ruin me back.”

He dropped to his knees.

His palms spread me open so roughly my hips lifted off the desk. His eyes hovered over my pussy, he stared at it, as though it was enough to quench the hunger rising in his chest.

My clit was swollen and throbbing, lips slick and parted. He could come into me and I could take it.

Then he licked me. One long, slow drag from my hole to my clit, parting me with the flat of his tongue, tasting how soaked I was for him.

The sound I made was obscene.

He pinned my hips down with one big hand splayed across my lower belly and slid two thick fingers inside me without warning.

I saw stars.

His mouth sealed over my clit and he sucked, hard, relentless, while his fingers curled and stroked that spot that made my thighs quake.

Every nerve ending lit up at once: the scrape of his stubble, the wet sounds of his tongue fucking into my hole, the low, filthy growls vibrating straight through my clit.

I tried to rock against his face. He stopped and held me down.

“Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open.

He pulled back just far enough that I felt cold air on my wet flesh. His lips were shiny with me.

“If we do this,” he rasped, “we do it my way. You come when I say. You make a sound when I say. You take what I give you.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I smiled, lazy and filthy, and threaded my fingers through his hair.

“Yes, uncle Dom.”

He destroyed me after that. Tongue ruthless, fingers merciless, thumb circling my clit in tight, perfect circles until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.

When I got too loud he slapped the inside of my thigh, sharp, the sting was beyond blooming hot and sweet.

I came with his name locked behind my teeth, pussy clenching so hard around his fingers I felt the gush, felt him drink it down like communion wine.

I was still trembling, boneless, when the garage door rumbled.

He heard it the same second I did.

“Fuck.”

We had to move quickly.

I yanked my dress over my head even though I was still dripping down my thighs. And hurried out to greet Dad with a flushed smile.

Dominic emerged thirty seconds later, and I hoped to the heavens daddy couldn’t smell my juices trickling down my legs.

I stood in the shower later, long after Dominic was gone.

With my finger tips, I traced the bite marks on my inner thighs, and the fingerprint bruises blooming on my hips.

I wondered if he was aware I now knew his address.