Say Uncle

By: C.M. Steele

The moment her body stopped shaking, I lifted her to the center of the bed and stripped myself. Fuck a condom—she was a fucking virgin. I smiled as I pounced on top of her, took her mouth with mine, and parted her thighs to fit in between them. Vegas/marriage crossed my mind again, and this time the thought held promise.

“Mine,” I roared as I pushed my way through her pussy, breaking her barrier and claiming her. Fuck, I felt the first squirt of my come. There was no stopping the flow of my nut into her, but my dick wasn’t done. He was just marking his territory—now it was time to rule it. I was breeding her.

I started stroking into her slowly, letting her pain ease. “Easy, my Angel.”

She whimpered, “Dean, it hurts.”

“It’ll be all right, sweetheart. Just relax and let me please you,” I whispered, slowly rocking into her.

“Fuck, babe. I’m not letting you go now,” I growled the moment her pussy started juicing, giving my dick a little leeway to push deeper into her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” She sighed while still clinging to me, marking my skin with her nails.

“Yes, we should. You no longer have a boyfriend, and I’m not your uncle. You’re pussy belongs to me.” I pounded my point home, effectively silencing that shit she was spewing.

“Ah,” she panted.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. Scream how much you want it,” I demanded.

She moaned and started crying out my name as she came. Fuck, I couldn’t hold out this orgasm either. Her cries hit my ears, and I was emptying out in her again. I felt her walls squeeze all my come out of my sack. My mouth was on hers, making love to her lips. Fuck. I was in love, or the craziest lust known to man. I didn’t even want to pull out of her, but suddenly, she got shy.

I leaned over her and asked, “Babe, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“No, what?” I want to know if she was all right.

“I’m not okay. Can you please let me up?” she asked without looking at me.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

“What’s wrong is my mother is married to your brother, and I have a boyfriend who I care about.”

“If you really cared about him, you wouldn’t have opened your fucking thighs for me. And I already told you it doesn’t matter that Ted married your mother. We’re not related, and I sure as hell proved I’m not your uncle,” I roared.

I got up off the bed because I was pissed off. It wasn’t about the whole uncle thing. It was the “I care about my boyfriend” shit that got me. She gave me her pussy because I got her riled up, and nothing more.

She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard the shower turn on, and I reached for her cell phone. She didn’t have a lock on it, so I looked at the screensaver and it was her and this guy with his arms wrapped around her. Angel was smiling as he was kissing her cheek. Murderous feelings coursed through me. I couldn’t believe how upset I was that she cared for another motherfucker.

I looked at her text messages, and the kid’s name was Kevin.

“Hey, babe, hope you and your mom work it out. I miss you already. Call me when you land.”

I looked at the call log, and sure enough, she had called him. I was about to smash the phone for no fucking reason. I just had the best sex I’d ever had, and I stole this guy’s virgin pussy. He’s the one who got fucked over, but I felt like I was the one who got the short end of the stick. I walked to the minibar and downed two little bottles. I looked down at my semi-hard cock and saw her blood on it.

Fuck getting upset, she was mine. That blood on my dick and all my come in her pussy proved to me she was mine. Time to man up and own my shit.

I still had her phone in hand when it vibrated. It was a message from “Mom.”

“You little bitch! How dare you! Well, I just called your boyfriend and told him you were whoring around here in Vegas. There goes your cash cow. You’re stuck with a lowly cop. Enjoy.”

I wanted to punch that bitch. Ted must have not told her about our family’s fortune. I want to laugh in that bitch’s face.

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