CHAPTER 4 - I LET MY UNCLE RUIN ME IV

My hands scrabbled at the desk. Victor didn’t stop. He bottomed out and stayed there, buried to the hilt inside his niece, letting me feel every inch.

“Breathe,” he ordered, voice rough. “You’re taking it.”

I tried. The burn slowly melted into something hotter. He pulled back and thrust again, still deep, still stretching me. Each stroke forced a sound out of me. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the office.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered. “Your uncle’s cock is stretching this little pussy open and you’re dripping down my balls. Feel that?”

I could only moan.

He fucked me through the remaining burn, steady and deep, one hand gripping the thigh that was hooked over the desk to keep me spread. The other hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he thrust. The dual sensation made my eyes roll.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he said, voice low and filthy against my ear. “Taking your uncle’s cock like you were made for it. Three years of touching yourself to this exact thought and now you’re bent over my desk getting ruined.”

My forehead pressed against the cool wood. Every thrust dragged another broken sound out of me. The stretch still burned at the edges, but the pleasure was louder now—deep, heavy strokes that hit places his fingers never could. My legs trembled. The leg hooked over the desk shook with every impact.

Victor’s hand left my clit just long enough to slap my ass once, hard enough to sting, then returned to rubbing tight circles again.

“You’re going to come on this cock,” he told me. “Right here. Bent over for your uncle like the needy little slut you’ve been hiding. Say it.”

“I—I’m going to come on your cock,” I gasped.

“Whose cock?”

“My uncle’s—Uncle Victor’s cock—”

“Again.”

“I’m going to come on my uncle’s cock—”

He drove in harder, grinding deep when he bottomed out, and the combination of the stretch, the pressure on my clit, and the filthy words pushed me over. I came with a choked scream, clenching hard around him, vision sparking white. Victor groaned low in his chest and fucked me through it, never slowing, dragging the orgasm out until my knees threatened to give.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried inside me, hips flush against my ass, one hand still holding my leg in place over the desk, the other braced beside my head. I could feel him throbbing deep inside, still rock hard, still not finished.

His mouth brushed the back of my neck.

“We’re just getting started, Nora.” 

He slowly pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the hilt, making me cry out again.

“And you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Before I could catch my breath he turned me around, hands firm on my hips, and lifted me onto the edge of the desk in one smooth motion. My bare ass met the cool wood. He stepped between my legs, hooked his hands under my thighs, and yanked me forward until I was balanced right on the edge.

I finally saw him again.

His cock was slick with my wetness, still impossibly hard, the head flushed dark. He looked bigger from this angle. I barely had time to process it before he lined himself up and pushed back inside me in one long, relentless thrust.

A broken cry tore from my throat. The stretch was just as intense face-to-face. He bottomed out and stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every thick inch while he watched my expression.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I forced my eyes open. His were nearly black, jaw tight, that same controlled hunger still written across his face even as he started to move. He fucked me slower at first, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. Each time he pulled back I felt the loss; each time he sank in again the stretch burned in the best way.

“Still so tight,” he muttered. “Your uncle’s cock is rearranging this little pussy and you’re taking it like you were built for it.”

My hands gripped the edge of the desk. My breasts bounced with every thrust. Victor leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while he kept driving into me. The dual sensation made my head fall back. He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothed it with his tongue.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said against my skin.

“Full,” I gasped. “So full—it burns but I don’t want you to stop—”

“Good.” He straightened, hooked his arms under my knees, and folded me open wider. The new angle let him sink even deeper. The wet slap of his hips against me filled the office. “Because I’m not stopping until this cunt is ruined for anyone else.”

He fucked me harder after that. Deep, punishing strokes that made the desk creak beneath us. I could feel another orgasm building fast, coiling tight in my stomach. Victor clearly felt it too. He dropped one hand between us and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles while he thrust.

“Come on your uncle’s cock again,” he growled. “Right now.”

I shattered with a loud, broken moan, clenching hard around him. My vision went white at the edges. He groaned low in his chest and fucked me through it, never slowing, dragging the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

He still wasn’t done.

Victor pulled out, scooped me off the desk like I weighed nothing, and carried me the short distance to the low couch against the wall. He laid me down on my back, settled between my thighs, and pushed my knees up toward my chest. The position left me completely open. He rubbed the head of his cock through my soaked folds once, twice, then sank back inside me with a single deep thrust.

Missionary. Face to face. My uncle’s body covering mine.

The angle was devastating. Every stroke dragged against the front wall of my pussy. I could see everything—the way his jaw tightened, the dark satisfaction in his eyes, the sheen of sweat at his temples. He braced one hand beside my head and used the other to keep my thigh pinned high, spreading me wider for him.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Taking every inch. Dripping all over the couch. Three years of wanting this and now you’re getting fucked like the needy little slut you always were.”

I moaned, too far gone for words. He leaned down and finally kissed me—deep, claiming, nothing gentle about it. His tongue slid against mine in the same rhythm as his cock. When he broke the kiss he stayed close, forehead almost touching mine, breath hot against my mouth.

“You’re going to come one more time,” he told me. “I want to feel this pussy milk me when I fill it.”

His thrusts turned sharper, less controlled. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting were filthy and constant. He dropped his hand between us again and rubbed my oversensitive clit, refusing to let up even when I whimpered from the intensity.

“Come,” he ordered. “Now.”

The third orgasm ripped through me harder than the others. My back arched off the couch, a broken cry tearing from my throat as I clenched around him in waves. Victor cursed under his breath and drove in deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. I felt every thick pulse of him emptying inside me, hot and endless. He stayed locked deep, grinding through it, until the last tremor left both of us.

For a long moment the only sound in the office was our breathing.

Victor slowly lowered my legs and settled more of his weight onto me, still buried inside. His forehead rested against mine. One hand came up and brushed damp hair away from my face with surprising gentleness.

I could feel his cum already starting to leak out around his cock every time either of us shifted.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead he rolled his hips once, experimentally, and I felt him twitch inside me—still half-hard.

“We’re not leaving this office tonight,” he said quietly.

It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, too wrecked to speak, and felt him begin to harden fully again while he was still buried in his niece’s used, cum-filled pussy.