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“Uncle...please... “
7.
Phantom
Uncle? I’m surprised she wants to call me that but I’m game if it turns her on. Ignoring her little whimpers, I pull her upright, wrap her legs around my waist and push past her barrier until she brims with me.
Moaning, she rolls her head around and I pull her hair away from her face. “You and me,” I purr. “Always you and me.”
“P...please...,” she whines, crackling around me until my heart travels up my throat and chokes me from all the love I feel for her. She’s never been more enticing than she is to me now. Her skin’s misted, eyes hooded and her mouth trembles under my lips when I slant them over hers.
“Fuck, I love giving it to you,” I growl, sliding gently inside of her before picking up the pace and she flows along with my thrusts. “Take it, baby. Just fucking be good and take it.”
“Oh Phantom, we shouldn’t do this...,” she faintly protests but I can’t stop, making sure she’s so full of me she can barely move. She yanks her nails down my back, her hands fisting my hair until my scalp prickles.
Chuckling, I rasp,” There better be a good reason for your hesitation.”
Her eyes widen, her lower lip trembling the more I pounce into her. “T...there is,” she stutters, before turning bright red with mortification. “You’re my uncle.”
The fuck?
She clasps her hands around my face. “It’s true. We have to stop.” I ignore her, hammering into her and she gasps, “You can’t be in my pussy like t...this...It’s not r...right.”
Growling, I wrap my hands around her thighs to keep her in place. “Can’t I? Then let go off my cock.”
“I’m trying,” she cries defenselessly, squirming and her face floods with distress, “but you have to pull out of me first.”
“Then you’d have to kill me,” I growl. “Cunt’s too damn soft and appealing for a mobster like me and don’t you fucking dare threaten to take this away.” Snarling, I move to feast on her tits and what she just said echoes in the back of my mind.
“I’m not the one to blame,” she wails and squeezes around my shaft so fiercely I almost blackout. “I tried w...warning you. But you didn’t l...listen...”
“I know, baby. I know,” I pant. “But you go ahead and let go. Put all the blame on me, baby. Just don’t make me stop,” I grit between my teeth.
Skyla finally lets herself go, her body molding itself around me and I stare at her pleasure filled face. At those eyes, those cheekbones, that mouth...I don’t care who she is. She’s mine regardless. And no honorable rule in the world keeps us apart.
The shower stall shakes from our mating, the steam turning into a thick fog and I throw my head back, not feeling anything other than Skyla. It’s intense like this and I work her like an overachiever, work myself to the bone and whip her over and over until she’s a captive in my arms. She may have wings but she’s not going anywhere now, not doing anything other than taking my force.
“So good...,” I growl in delirium, “so good I fucking fall apart...”
I want to flood her, bathe her in me and I begin taking her harder than before. She moans, yanking at my hair and the moans turn into complaints. She’s whimpering something I can barely hear but I keep on smacking her and then she screams.
Her screams shatter in the air at the same time as the shower stall glass splinters and I burst through, landing on my back on the bathroom floor. Skyla gapes, her face turning white before she lets out a moan and begins frantically bouncing on my shaft.
She’s determined to reach her peak and I want to roar from the fulfilment. Gawking, she places her palms on my chest for balance and I groan, shoving my hips up and clasp my hands around her waist.
“Fuck,” she squeaks, mounting up and down like a yoyo and she’s full of life, full of vigor and I swell in her heat, swarming with a need to give her the world wrapped up in a pink ribbon.
Moaning, I cup her tits, flicking the tips with my thumbs, getting her ready to take my come.
We both roar in unison, unraveling and stroking each other’s sex until our bodies create an eruption that doesn’t stop. Skyla throws a fit on top of me, a seizure that nearly kills me. Her hair’s flying in all direction, lips swelling under her teeth as she races and races to get every last drop out of me, extracting my seed like she’s got one job to do and needs to do it well.
We curse and I struggle to seize a kiss from how eagerly she dips and rises and I cup her neck, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She drives me slowly now, her hips moving in soft waves and I rasp how much I love her.
“But it’s wrong,” she whispers back but her hips won’t stop moving like she can’t help it and she tilts her head to the side. “Isn’t it?”
Her body says differently and when she whispers she loves me back, I know her heart feels the same.
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