He squeezes and cups my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I whimper softly as my clit pulses in response.
“I can’t wait to see ‘em bounce when I fuck you,” he says.
"But..." I open my eyes. "I thought..."
Art raises an eyebrow. "If you think I'm done with you, sweet girl, you're sorely mistaken. I was just warming up." He palms his cock, still hard as a tree trunk. "Spread those gorgeous legs for me, sweetheart.”
I part my legs and he climbs over me, my pulse jackknifing as he points the massive thing at my pussy. Rather than shove it inside me, he rubs my clit with the head, back and forth, over and over.
“Oh...” I whimper. “That feels...” I catch my hips thrusting upward to meet his cock. I’m so sensitive, ready to implode and pop in the same breath.
I assume he’s going to stop and fuck me any second, but he doesn’t. He just keeps rubbing, pressing, coaxing.
"I’m not gonna stop till you come for me, angel,” he growls. “I want to see the face you make when you can't take it anymore."
Knowing he’s not going to take the pleasure away, I let myself melt into his touch. He has one hand braced on the bed beside me, and the way his veins and muscles bulge from holding himself up is almost pornographic. He’s so much bigger than me, and stronger, the way an uncle should be. A girl should be able to count on her uncle to watch out for her, to fix the things that need fixing, and fill in when her daddy’s not around—which is all the time, in my case.
“That’s it, baby.” He leans down to kiss me on the mouth. “Show me how good you feel.”
I rest my hands on his shoulders and close my eyes. The heat and pressure mounting between my thighs is almost at the boiling point. Just one more minute, a few more seconds.
My orgasm grabs hold of me like a wolf sinking its teeth into something soft and fluffy. I moan as my whole body shakes and shudders. Wrapping my arms around Art’s neck, I ride out my climax until the only sound I hear is my own heart beating.
As soon as I’m coherent enough to relax back onto the bedding, I gaze into Art’s eyes and know this night is far from over.
He slides his cock down to my opening. “This is gonna hurt, sweetheart.”
I cry out as the head breaches my pussy, stretching and straining me. The pain is sharp and sudden, and he doesn’t give me time to get used to it before he thrusts deeper.
Tears flow freely down my temples as Art pushes his way inside me. It seems like an eternity has passed be
fore he’s fully seated.
“Shh, I know it hurts, baby.” He kisses my wet cheeks. “It’ll get better, I promise.”
His fingers encircle my wrist, guiding my hand between my legs.
"Play with yourself,” he says. “Show your uncle how you pet that pussy."
I give my clit a few gentle strokes, then start rubbing for real when it’s clear the pain hasn’t completely eclipsed my capacity for pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, I can feel your pussy grabbing my dick.” He eases back and then thrusts forward. I whimper, caught someplace between agony and bliss, and trying to chase the latter.
Art is a rough man, through and through. I should’ve known sex with him was never going to be soft or gentle.
But maybe I don’t want soft or gentle. From the moment he arrived on my doorstep, I’ve been drawn to his hard edges, his rough exterior. I can’t blame his fat cock for tearing at my pussy any more than I can blame a wolf for drawing blood.
It’s in his nature.
I rub my clit harder, making my muscles clench and release. Art fucks me so hard the bed slams into the wall. He growls and groans, teeth clenched and breath hot as it washes over my face, as he huffs and puffs and blows my fucking mind apart.
He groans, slamming his dick into me. My pussy tightens like it never wants to let him go.
Thick, hot cum spurts from Art’s cock, filling me. I should’ve insisted on a condom, but it’s too late for that now. This man has claimed me, tamed me, and marked me as his own. If I get pregnant, then so be it.
We’re already family.
Art collapses onto the bed beside me, his warm, sticky cock resting on my leg. I turn and face him, grateful for the heat of his body and the slow, soothing stroke of his hand.