Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“I love sliding my cock in you slow like this,” Magnus whispers against my neck. “You were fucking me so slowly before, I thought I would burst. But I knew I could repay the favor when you were too spent to do anything but feel how I can fill you up so slowly and keep you on the edge of an orgasm until you don’t know if you’re about to cum, or if you already are. I could fuck you forever,” Magnus says with a growl.

I’ve heard the term sweet nothings before, but the filthy things my stepfather whispers in my ear are something else entirely. They’re dirty little secrets that he and I share, the words that make every moment we fuck and enter this incredible world together. Nothing can touch us when we’re together. I feel ten feet tall and invincible in his arms. My body feels so deliciously spent after he fucks me. His cock inside my pussy now feels so warm, so achingly good staying inside of me, that I want to sleep like this and wake up the next day with his cock still buried inside of me. My stomach is still sticky with his first load of cum but I don’t want to wash it off. I like being marked by him. I love that he cums all over me when he fucks me on a table and then he cuddles me right on the floor and doesn’t care that he’s got his cum all over him too.

Fuck, he licks his cum off my tongue with his. That’s the kind of thing I never even would've known I wanted. Magnus mapped out pleasure my body didn’t know how to get to. And then he rolls up that map and spanks me with it. I almost giggle in the moment at this silly thought, but then Magnus captures my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles just enough to shock me into jumping so slightly. When I do, his cock strokes a sensitive path in my pussy that makes me moan. “Well, aren’t you tricky,” I say with a low moan.

“Absolutely. You’ll never know what’s cumming next,” Magnus says with a low, sexy laugh. “Well, you know you’re cumming, but you don’t know when, I guess I should say,” he says and kisses my jawline. He moves his kiss up and kisses me right next to my lips. “Right now, I’ll give you a freebie. I want you to cum now,” he says.

For less than a second I’m shocked by this. I couldn’t possibly be ready to cum again, if at all any more, because I’m so exhausted. But Magnus lowers his palm and plants it right above my pussy, pressing just enough to teeter the pleasure right off the edge. I cry out, the orgasm flooding through my body right on command for him. Whimpering, I shake against him and that only makes his cock strokes speed up and fuck me just hard enough to make my eyes roll back in their sockets.

I remember what he said about blacking out, and I know I’ve got to work to actually hold on because I gasp and I’m about to float away from him or pass out or something. “Magnus!” I gasp out. He turns my face toward his and kisses me again, so softly it makes my clit burn with need. And it's no coincidence that it's what keeps me awake enough in that moment.

And then his cock is hard as a stone and hot as hell, hammering into me with a furious speed. The cum pouring into my pussy is like little firecrackers lighting me up, sending me into a tailspin of furious lust. My body shakes in his hold and every movement makes us both cum that much harder, drowning in each other. Every sensation brings us higher and higher until we’re both gasping. Magnus’s cock sinks into me to the hilt but stops cumming.

“Can we just stay like this?” I say. I don’t add the last word—forever.

“Yes,” Magnus says, kissing me softly. I think he knows I mean forever. And I think he still means to answer ‘yes.’

Except I can’t stay like this. When Magnus falls asleep, I pull myself out of his arms, and I leave.

Penny

Coffee—some people drink it so that it gives them a much-needed jolt, I drink it so that I can relax. That’s why I’m sitting at Rue 57 right now, a cup of coffee in my hand. Yeah, don’t you think that I came here because I’m not worried about everything that’s happening with Magnus’ company.

It’s just that I can’t help him at the office; Joyce is pretty much all the help he needs, and I’m not doing a favor to myself by becoming a nervous wreck. I figured I needed some fresh air and took a taxi here, in the hopes that a warm cup of coffee would help me see things more clearly.

I need to do something, you know? This whole situation is insane. The scandal my mother created is costing Magnus an arm and a leg, and all that devastation isn’t pretty. Magnus has been awake for close to 48 hours now, his cellphone glued to his ear as he tries to patch every small disaster happening every five minutes or so. His company is losing contracts left and right, and now word got out that the Committee in charge of overseeing the Equinox Tower project has decided to reevaluate Magnus’ involvement.

And if Magnus loses the Equinox deal… Well, I don’t even want to think about it. If the city manages to crush that deal, then logic follows that every deal Magnus’ company has with the city is at risk. If the Equinox deal goes up in flames, Magnus’ company is going to turn into a large pile of ashes.

I can’t let that happen. I have no idea what a journalist just out of college (and out of a job at that) can do to help a business tycoon currently fighting a vicious mayor, but there has to be something. Right? Please, please, give me some encouragement, because this picture is a pretty bleak one.

I’ve talked with Magnus and Joyce about holding a press conference and denying the Daily Journal's’ article, but Joyce advised me against it. The scandal is still fresh on people’s mind, and having me talk to the public would be like pouring gasoline on top of a raging fire. Besides, Magnus forbade me from doing it; he told me it was because a press conference like the one I had in mind would do nothing for his company, but I know that it was because he doesn’t want to see me being ripped to shreds by the press.

This is chaos. Absolute chaos. And it all happened because I was a naive girl who believed I could serve justice to a man I didn’t even know. Look where that got me, huh? The man I love is facing financial ruin, and… and then there’s the child I’m carrying inside my belly.

I lay one hand on top of my belly, absent-mindedly caressing my still unnoticeable lump, and that’s when I notice a shadow falling over me.

“How many weeks are you?” I hear a feminine voice say, and I turn my head around to see a woman I’ve never met before. She isn’t much older than me, not yet in her thirties, and there’s an easy-going aura around her, almost as if she had reached the pinnacle of happiness. She’s wearing an expensive dress, one that compliments the curves of her body, and she looks like she stepped out from a cover magazine. Which, of course, makes a lot of sense; I’ve already seen her face in the cover of a magazine.

“Natalie Trask…!” I whisper in disbelief, my jaw hanging open, and she just smiles and sits across the table.

“How many weeks?” she asks me again, gently smiling and waving at my belly.

“How did you…?”

“I’ve been where you are. Penny, isn’t it? And you have that ‘distressed mother’ look, you know?”

I look at her, having no idea what to say, and let my hand fall from my belly. This is Natalie Trask, and I don’t really have nice things to say about anyone with the Trask name. Did Laurel send her? And how did she even find me here?

“Don’t worry, Penny, I have nothing to do with Laurel. She might be my husband’s sister, but that doesn’t mean I get along with her. In fact, you might say we butt heads more often than not,” she says, and I can’t help but trust her. She was involved in a pretty big scandal of her own two years ago, where she got involved with Parker Trask, the mayor at the time. They plunged the city into chaos, but she stood by the man she loved right until the very end.

“I’m sorry, I… I don’t understand,” I finally manage to say, remembering not to let my mouth hang open.

“Well, don’t hate me, but I asked Parker for some help and he pulled a few strings so that I could find you here,” she says, and my mouth hangs open once more. Why would Natalie Trask be looking for me? “Look, I know my sister-in-law, and I’ve been in your shoes before. I can’t simply stand aside and let Laurel have her way. Besides, you remind me of myself, Penny.”

“Me?” I ask her, pointing at myself stupidly. Natalie Trask is one of those women who seems to have been born to rule the world, a take-no-shit-from-anyone attitude etched deep in their DNA, and I can’t help but be surprised by the fact that she’s comparing herself to me. Hell, we’re talking about the woman who founded a sex toy company in her apartment and turned it into a million-dollar operation, and all that while dating the New York City mayor… which, turns out, was her own stepfather. Rings a bell?