His Little Secret

He’s been planted inside me so long, throbbing and throbbing, that my body is starting to accept those beats of his shaft as friction. There’s a spot inside me that feels tender and incredible all at once and every time he swells against it, a little more pleasure invades my limbs. Pleasure and anticipation of finally having my frustration solved. “What kind of things did you think about doing to me?”

“Enough,” he pushes through clenched teeth, his body now shining with sweat. The exertion of staying still and not driving into me. “Enough or I’m going to demonstrate.”

I drop my hands to my breasts, massaging them deftly, watching his eyes go black. “Do it, Uncle Mase. I deserve it, don’t I? For teasing you for so long?”

“Yes,” he says raggedly, his huge, perspiring body flattening mine, his face nuzzling roughly into the crook of my neck. “Christ. Christ. I’m going to fuck her. I can’t stop.”

And then he rears back and slaps his hips forward, impaling me forcefully.

My mouth falls open on a silent scream, lust screaming through my nerve endings, darting inward and clustering beneath my belly button. “Oh yes, Uncle Mase,” I gasp, my thighs fidgeting against his heaving sides. “More. More.”

“Look what you made me do,” he grunts into my neck, rocking faster into the cradle of my hips, my ample wetness making it possible for him to squeeze his still-lengthening shaft into my channel. When does it end? How much bigger can he get? “Your parents trusted me. Even with my shit past. They even asked me to let you stay at my place for a week while they went to Carmel. Do you have any idea what would have happened if I’d said yes?”

I trap a moan in my throat, his pumps so ferocious now that my fingers are clinging to his shoulders out of necessity. The week my parents went to Carmel, I’d just gotten my driver’s license. And God, knowing he’s been lusting after me as long or longer than I’ve wanted him only makes me writhe my hips with more purpose, brings my nails scoring down his back. “What would have happened?”

“You would have been walking funny when they picked you up, sweetheart. Don’t act like you don’t know.” He lifts his head and looks down at me, his expression half affectionate, half mean. The combination is a drug to me. I love it, because it defines this man. Pissed off and loving. Rough and tender. “Nah, fuck that, I wouldn’t have been able to let you leave. They would have had to pry you out from underneath me, huh, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine, playing with my nipples now, sending pulses to my core which is rapidly starting to spasm, as if predicting a storm. “Yes…”

His hard-on thrusts into me ruthlessly, the bed quaking and groaning beneath us. “You like hearing how fucked up I am over you? You like knowing this obsession has only gotten worse, every goddamn day since I saw you?”

Unable to speak due to the oncoming rush of the unknown, I can only nod.

Above me, Mase’s features begin to contort and it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. The visible loss of control. He’s close to the end and I get to watch as it happens. His lower body pistons furiously, finding that glorious spot inside me faster, harder until my vision begins to blur, my stomach muscles seizing. He’s not the only one about to reach this destination we’ve been pushing towards since I walked into the room. “Ain’t pulling out. Can’t. Warned you last time what would happen and you didn’t listen.” He leans down until our lips are a breath apart. “You want my come, stubborn little niece?”

“Please,” I whimper.

“I get yours first,” he rasps, our lips grazing together and making my heart squeeze. “Drop your knees wide. Spread yourself open for me.”

I don’t break eye contact as I follow his instructions. Focusing is almost impossible when pleasure is bearing down on me, but his intensity is an anchor preventing me from flying away.

“Good girl. Now let me work.” Mouth poised on top of mine, Mase angles his hips differently, pressing the slick girth of his erection down on my clit and bucking fast. Fast. Fast but gentle. Lust paralyzes me, traps me, smothers me in its grip as the bliss moves in and crowds out reality. There is only the swift, perfect pressure of Mase’s light grinds on my sensitive nub and I’m almost over the edge when he kisses me. Kisses me for the first time. His lips are hard and demanding, the rasp of his unshaven jaw abrading my chin and cheeks. When our tongues lick together and we both moan, there’s an awareness of exactly how forbidden this is. What we’re doing. He’s more than twice my age, he’s my step-uncle and he’s paying me for sex. “I tried to stay away, Ripley,” he growls, ripping his mouth away. “Now I never will.”