All Chapters of Ruined by her uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The low thrum of conversation and clinking glasses filled Lucien’s sprawling estate. Forty nine looked good on him. His hair had silvered at the temples but he still looked sharp in a tailored charcoal suit. However, his best friend Damien’s attention had long since left him. It had locked onto his daughter, Lily. She moved through the living room like she owned the air itself. She’d curled her long red hair, tonight so it spilled down her back and brushed the upper curves of her ass. The black mid thigh dress she wore stretched tight over her hips made for gripping and breasts so full they threatened to spill with every breath. Child bearing hips, he thought, perfectly complete with tits that made his mouth water. He remembered the night she moved home last year. How at the welcome dinner, she’d hugged him pressing her entire soft body into his tightly, longer than was necessary for an uncle-niece hug. His cock had gone rigid against her stomach before he could step back. He’d

He fucked her hard in deep, punishing strokes that made the vanity rock and her tits swing. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise; the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. “Look at you,” he growled. “Bent over taking my cock like you were made for it. These tits bouncing, fuck, I’ve wanted my mouth on them for a year.” She moaned louder around the gag, pushing back to meet every thrust. “You like it rough?” he asked, slamming in harder. “Like feeling every inch stretch this hungry cunt?” Her muffled cry was pure need. He kept talking, filthy and relentless. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep inside you you’ll feel me dripping out of you the rest of the night. That what you want?” She nodded hard, eyes glassy. She came the first time with a broken cry around the tie, cunt pulsing so tight around him he almost followed. He kept going, pounding into her through it. “That’s it. Milk my cock. Fuck, Lily!” He chased his own release until he s

Thirty minutes later they were all seated around the long dining table. Passing around plates of roast and vegetables, while sharing easy chatter. Dax cleared his throat. “Lily and I have an announcement.” Every head turned to him. “We’re engaged.” There was silence for half a second. Then the table erupted in shock at first, then delighted noise. Lucien’s laugh was deep with pride. Melanie, his wife and mother to Lily, gasped delightfully. All of it washed over Damien like bad news. He set his fork down carefully. “You can’t be serious,” he said to the surprise of everyone. “You two haven’t even dated. This feels rushed.” Lily met his eyes across the table and held his gaze. “Actually, we’ve been dating for almost two years now,” she said calmly. “We kept it under wraps on purpose. We didn’t want the families involved in case it didn’t work out. We didn’t want anyone taking sides or falling out over us. But we’re sure now.” Liam raised his glass, voice distant but supporti

Lily sighed and sank lower until the water touched her chin. She closed her eyes and let the thoughts of Damien give her some comfort. She thought about the way he looked at her like she was something good to eat, and he a starved man. She thought about his thick, veiny cock and how it had stretched her so much she felt full. Then after filling her, how he had still looked at her like he wanted more. Her free hand drifted under the water, fingers sliding between her thighs. She was already slick. Just from thinking about him. She rubbed slow circles over her clit and let a soft sound slip out. A voice cut through the steam. “Lily.” Her eyes snapped open. Damien stood at the edge of the deck in full business attire. His eyes were locked on her, dark and hungry, roaming over every inch of skin visible above the water. The front of his trousers was already tented hard, the thick outline of his cock unmistakable. Lily’s heart slammed. Her fingers froze. “I thought you weren’t back

Lily woke to an empty bed that morning. The sheets still held Damien’s scent, and the deeper musk of sex that clung to her skin. She stretched feeling the deep, satisfying ache between her thighs. Every movement of her legs reminded her of how thoroughly he had taken her the night before. Stretching her and keeping her full of him, until she drifted off with his hand still cupping her cunt like he owned it. A small, private smile curved her lips. She slipped out of bed, and padded to the bathroom. The hot water of the shower cascaded over her shoulders, washing away the dried evidence of the night while the soreness pulsed as a reminder of what she and Damien shared. She stood under the spray, fingers drifting between her legs just to feel the tenderness, then forced herself to stop. When she stepped back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, she looked around for a dressing gown that she could wear to the guest room for her clothes. But instead, on the armchair near the wind