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Was I ready?
I didn’t know. But that didn’t matter because my uncle was going to fuck me either way.
ChapterFive
At least Ithoughthe’d fuck me.
But when he did nothing but stroke himself as he stared at me, I knew Damien had other plans first.
“Get on your knees. You’re about to gag on your uncle’s cock.” He put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me down to the floor. My knees connected with the tile, stinging from the impact. He saw my discomfort and chuckled, his dick jerking in his hand.
The sadist got off on my painandpleasure.
He held his cock in hand, his pre-cum a steady drip off the crown, sliding down the underside, and making a sticky mess as it dripped onto the floor.
Damien looked intimidating as he jerked himself off, watching me as I knelt before him, where I had to crane my neck just to stare into his face.
“Come closer,” he demanded and crooked a finger at me.
I crawled to him until I was close enough I smelled the musky scent of him, his cock obscuring my view of his face as I sat on my heels.
“Open wide, Fina. Be your uncle’s good girl.”
My lips parted. My mouth watered.
“I’m going to mouth-fuck you… go all the way down your throat and use it like my personal cocksleeve,” Damien said with a gentleness that didn’t match the crude words, and he smoothed his palm over his leaking dick. Faster than I could brace myself, he had his hand on my jaw, and my hand shot out to wrap around the back of his leg to keep myself steady. I felt the slipperiness of his cum on my skin then tasted the salty flavor of it on my tongue when he shoved his fingers between my lips, prying my mouth open.
I gave in to my sudden desire to suck those digits, but it only lasted a second. Because he removed them from my needy mouth, smoothing his hand over my face, wiping it clean on me.
“My beautiful whore,” he cooed, and the words both hurt my feelings and made me clench, a combination I didn’t understand but certainly felt. He steadily jerked himself off as he stared at my lips, more pre-cum forming at the tip. “Open you mouth, stick your tongue out, and take my dick like the good, little slut you are.”
He didn’t give me a chance to obey—as I flinched at the name, even as my chest swelled from the praise—before he was forcing me to take his cock.
“So sexy, little girl,” he hissed as he pushed inch after girthy inch into my mouth. He was in so deep I gagged right away, which caused him to grit his teeth.
Damien thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth with every passing second. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat repeatedly until I was intensely gagging, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He was just so thick and big, and the wine I drank was doing nothing to help relax my throat.
Damien cupped either side of my face as he skull-fucked me, pushing into my throat and holding still and pulling out only when I’d start to panic but just barely enough so I could breathe for a moment.
Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips before sliding out and trailing down my chin, but I was merely a mindless doll for him to use. I held on for the ride and hoped I’d live through it.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot on our knees taking my cock like my good girl.” Damien grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back, opening up my throat more so he could go as deep as his cock allowed.
I was a sobbing mess by the time he worked himself so far down my throat I felt his balls on my chin, feeling like I was going to throw up since his dick was lodged so deep in my throat not only of my gag reflex but also because there was something scary about taking a cock that big to such a depth that I couldn’t breathe freely.
He backed off, giving me a reprieve before doing it all over again.
“My good, little Fina. You have no idea how pretty you are with your mouth stuffed full of my dick.”
I moaned around his girth.
“How many times did you touch yourself to thoughts of submitting to me? How many times did you fingering your cunt knowing how wrong this is but still playing with that little clit to images of Uncle Damien making you feel good?”
With his hand on the back of my head still, he didn’t let me move away to respond. But he wasn’t looking for an answer. He knew the truth. He could see it written all over my face as he fucked my mouth and forced me to submit.
“I want to shoot my big, thick, white load right down your throat so it fills your belly.”
