로그인Chapter 5 Riley’s PovMy eyes flutter open, the weight of Marcus's body still pressing me into the floorboards. The room is silent except for our ragged breathing, the storm outside having passed into an eerie calm. But the peace doesn't last. Marcus shifts above me, his cock already hardening again against my thigh."Did you think we were done?" His voice is a low growl against my ear. "I haven't finished with you yet."Before I can respond, he grips my arm, yanking me to my feet. My legs tremble, barely able to support my weight after the brutal fucking he just gave me. My ruined dress hangs in tatters around my body, cum drying on my inner thighs, bite marks stinging my neck and breasts."Outside," he commands, dragging me toward the patio door. "Now."The cool night air hits my skin as he slides the door open, the scent of rain and damp earth filling my lungs. The patio stones are wet beneath my bare feet, slick with the storm's aftermath. In the distance, I can see lights on
Chapter 4 Uncle’s PovI watch her trembling on the floor, a beautiful mess of sweat and cum, her dress ruined around her hips. My fingers are still coated with her juices, the scent thick in the humid air. The storm outside has reduced and isn’t as loud anymore.I crouch down, bringing my slick fingers to her face. Her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused. "Taste how fucking desperate you are," I growl, smearing her own cum across her lips. The glistening fluid coats her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin. Her tongue darts out instinctively, tasting what I've left there.Before she can react, I crash my mouth against hers. My tongue forces past her teeth, brutal and demanding, making her swallow every drop of her own arousal. I kiss her like I own her, because well…I do. My tongue invades her mouth, claiming every inch, mixing our saliva with her cum. She's breathless when I pull back, her lips swollen and bruised-looking.Then I drop to my knees in front of her. The hardwo
Chapter 4 Uncle’s PovI watch her trembling on the floor, a beautiful mess of sweat and cum, her dress ruined around her hips. My fingers are still coated with her juices, the scent thick in the humid air. The storm outside has reduced and isn’t as loud anymore.I crouch down, bringing my slick fingers to her face. Her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused. "Taste how fucking desperate you are," I growl, smearing her own cum across her lips. The glistening fluid coats her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin. Her tongue darts out instinctively, tasting what I've left there.Before she can react, I crash my mouth against hers. My tongue forces past her teeth, brutal and demanding, making her swallow every drop of her own arousal. I kiss her like I own her, because well…I do. My tongue invades her mouth, claiming every inch, mixing our saliva with her cum. She's breathless when I pull back, her lips swollen and bruised-looking.Then I drop to my knees in front of her. The hardwo
Chapter 3I'm still trembling, the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through my body as Marcus's fingers remain buried inside me. His other hand rests on my hip, possessive and firm. "Look at you," he murmurs against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. "Still shaking. Still so fucking wet for me."Before I can respond, the first drops of rain begin to hit the roof, Its a soft drizzle at first then it quickly builds to a steady drumming. Marcus shifts beneath me, and in one fluid motion, he stands, lifting me with him as if I weigh nothing. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, my dress bunching around my hips as he carries me through the dark dining room.He reaches the window, and this time I see everything, the way his muscles strain as he holds me, the dark fabric of his trousers against my bare thighs, his hand still cupped between my legs. The rain is coming down in sheets now, pounding against the glass "You like being watched, don't you?" h
Chapter 1 The front door clicks shut behind my parents, the sound echoing through the suddenly too-quiet house. Two weeks. That's how long I'll be alone with Uncle Marcus. I watch their taxi disappear down the street, my fingers gripping the doorframe until my knuckles turn white. "Goodbyes are always so dramatic, aren't they?" Marcus's voice comes from behind me, deep and low, I turn to find him leaning against the doorframe to the living room, arms crossed over his broad chest. At forty-two, he's a mountain of a man…six-foot-five with shoulders that strain against the fabric of his dark polo shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair is cropped short, military style, and his eyes... God, his eyes are the color of storm clouds, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle."They worry," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. I smooth down the hem of my sundress, a floral pattern that suddenly feels childish under his gaze. "It's their first trip to Europe."Marcus pushes off
Chapter 2I place the last fork beside the plate, my fingers trembling slightly as I align it with the knife. My heart hammers against my ribs, the rhythm erratic and wild. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, aware of Marcus's presence in the dining room, aware of what's coming after dinner.The lights flicker once, twice, then die completely.Darkness swallows the kitchen, so sudden and complete that I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth. The only light comes from the faint moonlight filtering through the window above the sink, casting everything in shades of gray and silver. My eyes struggle to adjust, to make sense of the shapes around me.A slow, deliberate clink of silverware echoes from the dining room and i think it’s the sound of a fork against a knife drawn out and. My breath catches in my throat. Each metallic scrape sends a shiver down my spine, the sound somehow more intimate, more threatening in the darkness."Power's out." Marcus's voice emerges from the black, de
Chapter 3I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, my tongue swirling around the head. He tastes like my mother, like sex, like sin. His grip on my hair tightens, his hips rocking forward, fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. Saliva drips down my chin, my eyes watering, but I don’t pull
Chapter 5 My thighs stick together, slick with his cum and my own arousal, my panties tangled around one ankle like a discarded thought. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, but I don’t have time to savor it. Not when Jennie’s deal is still dangling over my head like a noose, not when the condu
Chapter 5The moment his cock slips from my mouth, I stay on my knees, my lips still parted, my tongue flicking out to catch the last salty drop of him. My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my skin still stinging from the belt, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he forced from
Chapter 3His fingers tighten around my chin as he forces my gaze to stay locked on his. The cold, dark hunger in his eyes makes my stomach clench, my pussy still throbbing from the last time he filled me. His thumb presses into my lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose my teeth before







