Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I don’t let him finish. “You misunderstand,” I say in a breathy voice. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m not afraid. I just need you so much,” I confess.

Ethan

There are parts of your life where you realize that you’re about to lose yourself to a choice. You’ll hear the words coming out of your mouth, see the situation at hand, and know what you’re supposed to do. What’s right.

That’s how I knew this was the end of me.

Because she thinks I’ll be able to fuck her sweet virgin pussy and then we’ll both pretend nothing ever happened, like this is an itch we can scratch.

I know damn well that it isn’t. That we’ll be obsessed.

And I don’t save her. Nothing is going to save her from me.

But my cock won’t be denied, not when I listen to her tell me about how she wants to be able to give me her damn virginity and I’m about to fucking burst.

I will fucking have her. Claim her. Make her mine. Emmaline is everything I need, everything I crave, and tonight she’s my prey. I’ll go in for the kill because I have to have her. She wants this. She wants it so damn much and I want to give it to her.

“Want me too much? I don’t think that’s possible,” I breathe the words and that’s it, we’re both utterly damned. “Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and I sit in my leather wingback. “In front of me, here,” I point.

Emmaline licks her lips, and slowly her trembling hands remove her clothes, casting them into a pretty little fabric heap on the floor. When she’s totally bare before me I look at every inch of her perfect soft skin and I ache to get my cock out and I want to fucking cum all over her body before I even fuck her. I need to claim her, possess her. I have to own her, body and soul. I want every pleasure that her body feels to belong to me.

“I don’t do normal, not ordinary…when I fuck you, I want to own your body. Will you surrender to me?” I ask Emmaline.

If she says no, if she doesn’t want this, it all ends here. I don’t want what she doesn’t want to give.

Nude, her eyes hooded with lust, her hair swaying behind her in a curtain of chocolate waves, Emmaline steps toward me. “I want that. I want you. I’m yours,” she says, her voice going breathy at end of her sentence.

“Good,” I say, barely able to contain my desire. I swallow. Twirling my index finger in the air, I nod.

Emmaline obeys, already moving to get on her knees before me.

She’s always such a good little princess, always so quick to obey. Her natural submissive tendencies make my cock nearly jump out of my pants. I ache to pull it out and ram it up her virgin pussy, the pussy she’s putting on display for me now. Only I have tasted her. Only she and I have fingered that pussy. And I need to be the only cock in her life.

For tonight.

Well, that thought just urges me on further. I want to fuck her so good it ruins both of our lives, because I know that when I anchor myself in her, and we both cum, neither one of us will be any good for anyone else again. I ache to have her before me like this. I rest my palm flat on the small of her back. I see her nipples get stiffer, and a small shiver slides through her body but she doesn’t back away. Her pussy is shiny, it is so slick and wet for me.

I run my hand down to her ass, cupping each cheek. Her porcelain, soft skin, is heated silk against my hand.

“Emmaline, you’re so beautiful. I’m honored to be the first cock to enter you princess,” I tell her. I want to tell her that I want to be the last. But that’s not the arrangement, and that’s not the logical thing to do.

Fuck, who am I kidding? Us fucking at all is not logical at all.

But no way in hell am I not fucking her sweet, tight pussy. That perfect little pussy is mine.

“If you want me to stop, then you need to say red,” I tell her, forcing myself to pull my hands off of her. I should have told her safe words before I put her in such a vulnerable position, but I got so caught up in the moment. Emmaline’s greatest danger is herself, because I lose control with her. I need to protect her, cherish her, own her, defile her…

I walk around her, setting down before her. I tuck my finger under her chin. “If you need me to stop, red, and I stop and keep you safe. If you want me to slow down, to step back and let you get control of yourself again, you say yellow.” I look into her eyes. “Understood? Nothing you don’t want will happen to you, and if you want to stop, that’s that and we stop,” I repeat.

“I understand, Ethan,” Emmaline nods. “Please, my body is yours. Show me everything that you want to do to me. All I want is you,” Emmaline says, her eyes staring into mine and daring for more.

Okay, princess, you say those words to me, and you’re fully unlocking the beast trapped inside this man. The one who’s passion is all-consuming.

I sit back in the chair and I put my hands back to her ass. “I’m going to spank you. I want to warm your body up and help you let go of everything that holds you back, that you’ve internalized and kept inside. It will start to hurt more before it feels better, likely, but it will be the most soul-cleansing thing you’ve ever experienced, if you truly want to give yourself to me. And if you don’t, then you say ‘red’, you say ‘yellow’ — I will never truly harm you, Emmaline,” I tell her.

“I want this,” Emmaline says, and her voice is filled with lust.

Her dripping pussy is sliding her juices down her thighs. I reach down and pull her body up closer to my face and lick from the middle of her thigh up to her pussy where the arousal crept.