Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Oops,” she whispers, a devious grin on her lips. I’m not even fucking breathing anymore. Fuck that; I can’t even think. “Sorry,” she continues, without getting off of my lap. Instead, she sways her hips slightly, rubbing her ass against my cock as it stiffens up.

Instinct kicks in and, before I can stop myself, I place my hands on her waist. I exhale sharply, feeling my hard cock pressed tight between her ass cheeks, and I grit my teeth.

“Stop,” I manage to say, that simple word feeling like a brick inside my mouth. “Stop if you know what’s good for you.”

“Why?” she asks, turning around so that she’s facing me. Her lips are slightly parted, just like an invitation.

“If we do this, we’re fucked,” I say, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “I’m your dad.”

“Stepdad,” she corrects me, her voice wrapping itself around my brain and choking out all rational thought.

“We can’t. We --” she places her index finger over my lips, shutting me up, and her lips curl into the most sinful smile I’ve ever seen.

“We can, and we will,” she breaths out, the scent of her body driving me fucking crazy. Then, as an afterthought, she continues: “I’ve wanted this for too long.”

Fuck.

Penny

I know that it's wrong, trying to seduce my father. Sure, he's my stepfather. But ... well, even if it makes a difference, does it make enough of a difference? No one here needs to be the judge of that right now. I've got a fire in my stomach that is pushing me forward. That nagging thought in my brain that wanted me to resist? I've basically got lust in my stomach that's jumping up and down. You know, if something could actually be in my stomach and jump up and down on a thought I was having. Yeah.

The point is, my pussy is getting wetter by the second. It started out with just a little bit of dampness, but soon the wetness is going to soak into my thong. The moment I landed on his lap and felt his cock hardening against my ass, I knew there was no turning back from this. My body demands his.

I look at him—my stepfather—and I need him.

""I’m glad we’re here, daddy," I say, letting my words be sharp enough to sting us both. Let the flames of what's right, wrong, or otherwise just plain scandalous to sear right through us because my entire body knows right now that I want this. I inhale, running my tongue over my lips slowly, then closing my mouth and scraping my teeth over my lower lip. I look up at him and put on my most innocent look. "I'm so glad we..." I slide out from his lap and, sitting by his side, I scoot closer to him in the limo so our legs are pressed together, and I grip his thigh. "Reconnected," I finish my sentence, and look up into his eyes.

They narrow and take me in. Oh, there's no way that he doesn't know I'm hitting on him. I flirted all through d

inner. He tried to be good, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him. The man who painted a cheerleader with cum on a Jumbotron is being coy with me now. I know that there's a real beast beneath this princely facade, and I'm looking forward to breaking him free.

"You don't have to hold back," I say, purring against his cheek. I let my hand glide up higher. "I know you want to taste your daughter's lips on yours. You know that I want your mouth on mine. Why don't you give me a kiss?" My voice is breathy and needy. I can't help that every second he resists me, it only makes me want to play up this whole innocent little girl thing even more. If he isn't going to take one degree of bait, I mean, doesn't that point to me needing to up the ante even more? I'll turn up the temperature until it scorches us both.

Because then we'll both have what we want.

To get lost in each other and not care about anything but fucking each other.

I press my lips together and delete the modicum of space between us, kissing him on the cheek.

I feel Magnus's whole body stiffen and I know I must really be getting to him.

My hand is shivering—that's no act—as I slide up his thighs even more until I'm so close to touching the thing I've dreamed about for far too long. Magnus's magnum-sized cock is bulging from his trousers so lewdly that my curiosity is piqued more than ever before and I want to wrap my hand around it. I am close enough to feel the heat radiating from his dick, so grabbing it is so much closer now.

"Be careful, little girl, because you can't handle what you're asking for," Magnus says, his tone controlled. His words are measured and full of warning. I hear the tension. I hear him holding back.

Doesn't he know that's what I'm looking for right now? I don't want to think about what's right or wrong – hell, I don’t want to think at all. I want to be overwhelmed and give in to what my pussy wants, not what my brain complicates. Just for tonight.

"Is that so?" My hand hovers over his cock. Part of me wants to just grasp his cock and feel the power his tool can offer.

But when he issues the warning to me? It makes a woman like me decide to issue my own. I'm going to show him exactly what he'd be missing if he doesn't take what I'm looking to give tonight.

I pull my hand away, and I reach under the hemline of my dress, instead. I loop my thumbs into the sides of my thong and pull it down, shimmying out of them with more than a little fanfare. I hold them in front of us both so we see the wet v shape and the tiny seat where my pussy was, and when I follow his line of sight there, I lean over and sit those on his lap, right where that cock I'm dying to hold is.

I exhale and bring my finger under my dress. I run my finger up and down my slick folds, slowly, letting the sensation of the touch hitting my skin sink into my bones. I look him right in the eyes.

Magnus actually looks a little angry, and that's got to be a good sign. A sign that I am closer to getting what I want. Getting him to give in.

Spreading my thighs out so that my leg is on top of him a little bit, I work the stretchiness of my skirt. I slide one finger into my pussy, gasping at the feeling. I bring my thumb, up and down, on my clit, and I find a rhythm that makes my stomach go taut and thunders my pulse.