Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I cry out, the intensity of the sensation already so overwhelming. My legs are shaking.

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips and I crave that possessive touch. It makes me wild, over the edge of just fucking. When Ethan fucks me, he claims me. I couldn’t have it any other way. I crave him.

“My pussy is only yours, always, Ethan,” I moan out the words.

“Yes, and my cock is all yours, Emmaline, and I’m going to fuck you like I own you. I crave you, princess. Do you want that? You know I love you, but I need you so goddamn much I might explode if I don’t bury myself so deep in your pussy right now.”

Fuck, I need Ethan more than anything in the world. When he talks about how he needs me, I basically melt. “Look how wet my thighs are. I can feel myself dripping, I need you so bad,” I tell him.

I don’t have to wait any longer, because Ethan rams his cock deep into my pussy, right to the hilt. His enormous cock fills me up, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate him. “Fuck you are so wet, so tight, Emmaline. I love fucking you. I love you,” Ethan says between thrusts, slamming in and out of me so hard.

I keep my ass up in the air despite the furious way he’s thrusting into me. I take it all. I want to take it all. I need to. In all the ways that Ethan craves me, I crave him.

“I’m yours, Ethan, I’m yours!” I cry out, needing him to know just how much I want to be his.

“Yes,” Ethan growls, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know that they’ll bruise. I want to see the reminder of how much my man needs me, painted purple against my skin the shape of his fingertips. I need his hands, his cock, his mouth…he’s the air I breathe. “I love you so goddamn much,” Ethan says, slamming his cock deep into me again and again.

I feel my pussy getting so wet, dripping even more the way that Ethan is fucking me so hard. My nipples are brushing against the leather of the chair in a delightful way as Ethan slams into me again and again. My pussy is shivering around him, my body trembling, and I keep my ass up.

One of Ethan's hands reaches around to grab my throat and I’m shattered with lust. He grips me, his cock rock hard inside me.

“Yeah, cum for me, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his fingers wrapping around my throat. His other hand releases my hips to smack my ass, and that’s my undoing. He spanks me hard and the vibrating sensation sends tremors through my body. My pussy quakes around his cock, strangling it with the fury of my orgasm. I feel like I would float away it not for Ethan's hard cock slamming into me, impaling me long and thick and hard.

Ethan releases his grip and flips me over, pulling my body up against his and holding me up in the air. One hand returns to my neck and the other circles my waist, and I haven’t finished one orgasm before another is thundering through me. I watch his sensual face, his incredibly strong arms, and I can’t believe he’s holding me up and fucking me. I bring my shaking legs around him, wrapping tight and locking my ankles together. I get enough leverage to thrust with him and I lean forward to take his lower lip into my mouth, sucking it in and needing to taste him.

My lips close over his and he moans into my mouth. His rock hard cock slams into me and I feel the cum spurting from his cock and filling me up. My sticky thighs get slicker with my arousal and my thundering orgasm meeting his own. We spill all over me, cumming and fucking together. We’re both sweat slicked and desperately slamming into each other, pussy to cock, hips to hips. I smash my breasts against the wall of his chest. I take my lips along his jawline, peppering insistent kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He sits us down in the chair and grabs my ankles, pulling them up to the top of the chair. I have to stop kissing him to scream from how deep his cock slams into me. I think I’m going to be split in half, his cock is sliding so deep inside me. I’m cumming so hard that if Ethan didn’t hold the small of my back and cradle my head, I would probably shake right onto the floor and look like I was having a seizure, that’s how hard I’m cumming now.

Ethan keeps fucking into me so deep that my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I cum so hard I think I’m going to black out from desire.

“God, I want to fucking bury myself in you and never find my way out,” Ethan says, his lips on my neck. He pulls us down to the floor, lying us down on his fancy rug we’re going to cover in cum and sweat. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and drives into me with long strokes, again and again. I crave this, how completely he fucks me.

“I love you so damn much, Ethan. Never stop loving me,” I cry out, shaking for him and putting my arms out. He sways down, swooping me into his arms. He cums, hard, when I touch him, and he fills me up completely with his cock and slams every drop of himself inside of me.

Both covered in sweat and shuddering in orgasm, he pulls me against his chest and holds me against him. I listen to his heartbeat. Feel his hands stroking my hair, rubbing my back. I’m so perfectly content right now.

“I love you,” Ethan says, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight in his arms. “You belong to me,” he says, soft as a prayer, keeping me tight against him.

“I’m yours,” I say before I fade into sleep, so perfectly exhausted.

Mr. President

By Alexis Angel

Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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