Chapter 4 Sweet Taboo

And when I felt the wet, hot glide of his tongue along my ear, I shuddered and thought,Yes, yes, I actuallyamcrossing that line. Because, God help me… this feels incredible. He must have sensed the way I surrendered in my mind because his hands were on my waist, his fingers digging into my hips a moment later. A low growl spilled from him, and it was the sexiest thing I ever heard. “I want to hear you say the words,” he all but snarled. He pressed all his masculine inches into me, and the hard, enormous length of his cock had me gasping. A moan was pulled from me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood. That coppery tang filled my mouth… turned me on even more. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” I lied, those words spilling from me hard and sharp like I didn’t want to even say them. He chuckled deep and low. “Ah, my little niece likes to lie to me.” I shivered, my breasts feeling so sensitive and heavy, my nipples tight and tingling even more than they were from the freezing wine bottle I pressed to my chest seemingly a lifetime ago when he came through the front door. “I should toss you over my knee and spank that gorgeous, little ass to teach you a lesson.” Another moan from me and he groaned in response. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you—thinking about your uncle seeing how wet you get for him?” I couldn’t answer and just hyperventilated as I envisioned Damien bending me over, baring my ass, and cracking his palm across the cheeks. “Tell me, beautiful girl.” “I—I….” He dragged his tongue along my ear again. “It’s too wrong, but I want you, and I don’t know why.” He bit my lobe then swiped his tongue over it. It made me even wetter, my panties drenched, my inner muscles clenching and relaxing. Before I could catch my bearings, Damien had me spun around, my lower belly pressed to the edge of the island’s granite countertop—his hand on the center of my back—and bent me over. My breasts now frozen once again. “It’s so fucking wrong,” he purred. “That’s why it’s going to feel so fucking incredible.” I gasped at my uncle’s words and looked over my shoulder, my eyes opening as wide as humanly possible. Damien stood behind me like this dark, imposing, sexy fucking beast. “Grab the edge, sweetheart. Hold on tight. Uncle’s going to give you what you want. I’m going to fill this tight, little snatch up and pump you full of my seed.” I whimpered, but I wasn’t sure if the sound was one of terror or longing. Maybe both. My heart was about to burst from my chest, but I did what he said, even knowing I was for sure going to hell for this. I gripped the edge of the island, curling my fingers around the cold granite. “Pop that sweet little ass out. Show me what I’m going turn red.” I bit my lip again, opening the wound I made earlier, the sting stoking the desire building inside me even more. I wasn’t fast enough in complying because, a second later, Damien placed his booted foot between both of my bare ones and nudged my legs open. I knew what I wanted. Damien. My father’s brother. God…my uncle. And I knew he saw that realization on my face because his eyes became hooded, his breathing got harder, and he stepped impossibly closer, a growl leaving him. Without taking his gaze off me, he smoothed his hand over my ass, dipping his fingers into my waistband. “No panties?” he practically purred. “Sweet girl.” He gripped the edge of my pajama pants and pushed them down, letting the fabric pool at my feet, his stare never wavering. I felt the cool air brush along my overheated flesh as I was bared to him, and I unconsciously stepped out of my dropped bottoms. “Spread wider. Be Uncle’s good girl and show me everything.” I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the countertop, trying to breathe through this moment. This is so wrong. Then why did it feel so good? Crack! My back bowed and a harsh cry left me when he brought his palm down on my right ass cheek, spanking me hard. “Look at this peach,” Damien murmured and gripped the cheeks of my ass, spreading them and exposing the most intimate parts of me. My face flamed with embarrassment. I wasn’t a virgin, but no one had ever seen this part of my body so exposed before. He slapped my ass again before grabbing it roughly, a dominant promise of what was to come. He trailed a thick, calloused finger down the crease, teasing the hole, gently pushing it inside, and pulling a gasp of shock from me. Another spank. Damien smoothed his big palm over my bottom, easing that sting, warming the flesh even more. With his other hand, he slid it closer to the part of my body that ached the most. My drenched pussy. I was so wet, and while the very knowledge of how wrong this was, how totally immoral it was to let my uncle touch me this way, should have turned me off… It only made me hotter. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and the adrenaline moving through my veins felt like a freight train. And when his thick fingers finally made contact with my soaked pussy, I groaned and tilted my ass up even more as I spread my legs wider. “So wet. You’re a dirty, fucking girl, Fina. Look at you making a mess all over the place as you let me touch you.” When he leaned in, covering my back with his hard chest, I moaned. “I knew this precious pussy would be the sweetest thing.”