CHAPTER 3 - I LET MY UNCLE RUIN ME III

I could barely form the words. “You… you had your hand in my hair. You made me get on my knees. You told me to open my mouth.”

Victor’s eyes flashed. His fingers thrust deeper.

“And did you like that picture?”

“Yes.”

“Did you come thinking about sucking your uncle’s cock?”

A broken moan was the only answer I could give. He took it as yes. His thumb rubbed tighter circles around my clit while his fingers kept stroking that same devastating place inside me.

“You’re going to come again on your uncle’s fingers,” he said, voice low and certain. “Right here on my desk. And when you do, you’re going to say my name the way you’ve been thinking it. Not Uncle. Just Victor. Or Daddy. Your choice.”

I nodded, already close.

“Words, Nora.”

“Yes,” I managed. “Yes, Uncle Victor I understand.”

His fingers curled harder. His thumb rubbed tighter circles. The wet sounds of what he was doing to me filled the quiet office. I gripped the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turned white, legs shaking on either side of his hips, staring into his eyes exactly like he told me to while the pleasure built and built and finally broke.

Victor leaned in until his mouth was against my ear, fingers never stopping.

“Come for me, Nora.”

I came with a choked cry, "Oh...fuck...yes Daddy." clenching around his fingers, still looking at him. Victor watched every second of it, expression dark with satisfaction, hand never stopping until the last tremor left me.

My face burned. My body was still pulsing. The crop top was still pulled down, my breasts exposed, skirt shoved up. Victor's hands kept working me through my juices.

When the last tremor faded he slowed his hand but didn’t pull out. He kept two fingers inside me, gentle now, while his other hand stroked up and down my bare side under the bunched crop top.

We stayed like that for a long moment—me half-naked and trembling on his desk, him still fully clothed and completely in control, his fingers resting inside his niece’s soaked pussy.

Victor finally spoke, voice rough around the edges.

“We’re not finished.”

He slowly withdrew his fingers, glistening, and wiped them across my bottom lip.

He brought them to his mouth and tasted them without breaking eye contact, then he brought it close to my mouth too. 

“Taste yourself, little slut.”

I did and I tasted like salt and shame and pure need.

He watched me, eyes dark, then reached down and unbuckled his belt with one hand.

The soft metallic sound filled the office.

“Now,” he said quietly, “you’re going to get on your knees and show me exactly what you were fantasizing about.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I slid off the desk on unsteady legs and sank to the floor between his thighs, looking up at my uncle as he freed himself.

The carpet was soft under me. My crop top was still pulled down beneath my breasts, skirt bunched around my waist, panties shoved to the side and soaked. Victor stood over me, belt already undone, the thick length of him heavy and hard in his hand.

My mouth watered at the sight, he was so huge and long with a slight curve at the top of his length. He looked down at me with that same controlled expression, but his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them.

“Open your mouth.”

I did.

He guided the head of his cock past my lips. The weight of him on my tongue made my eyes water. He was thick, hotter than I expected, and the salty taste of him filled my mouth immediately. I tried to take more. He let me, one hand settling in my hair, not forcing, just holding.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Show your uncle how long you’ve been thinking about this.”

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. My tongue dragged along the underside as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time. Spit gathered at the corners of my mouth and spilled down my chin. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet office. Victor’s breathing stayed steady, but the hand in my hair tightened when I took him far enough that my throat fluttered around him.

“Fuck… good girl.”

He started guiding me, using my hair to set a rhythm. Not rough yet, but firm. I let him. My hands rested on his thighs for balance while he fucked my mouth in slow, deep strokes. Every time the head hit the back of my throat I moaned around him, and the vibration made his hips twitch.

“You’ve been wet for this since you walked in,” he said, voice low. “Touching yourself at your uncle’s desk like a little slut. Look at you now.”

I moaned again, eyes watering, spit running down to my chest. He was getting closer. I could feel it in the way his cock swelled on my tongue, in the way his breathing finally roughened.

“You’re going to swallow every drop,” he told me. “Don’t waste it. Understand?”

I tried to nod with my mouth full. He took it as yes.

His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed deeper, holding me there as he came. Thick, hot pulses flooded my tongue and throat. I swallowed hard, again and again, trying not to choke. Some of it still escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. Victor kept me there until the last spurt, then slowly pulled out.

I gasped for air, lips swollen, chin wet, still on my knees.

He stepped back like he was finished.

I wasn’t.

My hands shot out, fumbling for his belt and the open front of his trousers. I needed him inside me. The ache between my legs was unbearable after coming on his fingers and then sucking him off. I tried to free him again, tried to pull him back toward me.

Victor caught my wrists.

“Nora.”

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you inside me. Please.”

He looked down at me for a long moment, still half-hard, my spit still shining on his cock. Then he exhaled through his nose.

“If you want it, you beg properly.”

Pride had already left the room the moment I put my fingers inside my panties in front of him. I had nothing left to protect.

“Please, Uncle Victor,” I said, voice shaking. “Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I’ve wanted it for three years. Please don’t stop now. Please.”

Something dark and satisfied moved through his eyes.

He hauled me up from the floor like I weighed nothing and spun me around. My stomach hit the edge of the desk. He kicked my feet apart, yanked my skirt higher, and shoved my panties further to the side. One of my legs was lifted and hooked over the desk, spreading me wide open for him.

I heard the soft sound of him pushing his trousers down further. Then the blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

He didn’t go slow.

He shoved in with one hard thrust and a loud, broken cry tore out of my mouth. The stretch burned. He was bigger than his fingers had prepared me for—thick enough that the first few seconds were pure, overwhelming fullness mixed with sharp pain.