Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Chapter 1

Owen

“Get your ass in here, you dirty little slut,” I growl as I yank the bridesmaid by her wrist into the butler’s pantry and kick the door shut behind us.

I slap said ass, and she gives a little half-squeal-half-moan as we stumble further into the dimly lit room.

It’s pretty massive for a butler’s pantry, but that’s my brother for you. Always making sure he has the most oversized everything. Overcompensating much?

Yeah, he fucking is.

Asshole didn’t even bother inviting me to his wedding. Always felt threatened by me. Intimidated by the fact that his younger brother does everything better without even trying.

Including getting all the hottest women. Yeah, so maybe I’ve stolen a few women from him over the years, but like I said: he’s overcompensating.

What can I say?

Bitches fucking love me. Flock to me. Practically beg for a taste of my twelve-inch cock.

Much like this little slut right here. Yeah, I saw the way she was eyeing me when I walked into the reception—because fuck the ceremony, I’m only here for the party.

I saw right away how hard her nipples were through her gauzy bridesmaid’s getup. Practically panting. Soaking wet, I guarantee it.

And I’m about to confirm that shit right the fuck now.

“Oohhh, Owen,” she moans. “This is so bad.”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t a naughty little slut,” I say, whipping her around and pulling her towards me.

Her tight little body is practically vibrating. I reach down for a handful of her dress and yank it up around her waist.

Red lace thong and garter belt. Nice. I slide my hand up her thigh slowly, making her legs shake.

Already. Damn, I’m good.

With a smirk on my face, I watch her as I dip my fingers inside that lace.

Yep, like I said. Soaking fucking wet.

I slide my finger across her slit, flick my thumb over her swollen clit, then thrust two fingers deep inside her.

“Fuck,” she squeals, clutching my shoulders as if her life depends on it.

“That’s right…baby…”

Yeah, I don’t even know her fucking name. Not that it matters.

My name is the only one that matters here. Owen fucking Westbrook. That’s the only thing she’ll be screaming in just a few short minutes.

It’s almost too easy. Women fall on their knees with nothing more than a nod of my head. All the damn time.

If it didn’t mean I got the fucking hottest women whenever I want, I almost might be bored by it all.

But fuck, let’s be real.

Who I am I to deprive the women of this world of the pure pleasure I can provide?

I’m not the world’s most renowned billionaire bastard playboy for nothing. It’s almost like my fucking duty or some shit to bestow orgasms on the lucky ladies of my choosing.

I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and lift them to her mouth, slipping them inside.

“Mmm,” she moans.