Chapter 5 Sweet Taboo

Oh, God. “How many cocks have been in this little cunt, niece ofmine?” I couldn’t breathe. His words were so harsh and personal. So hot. Crack! Crack! I cried out as he spanked me several times. “You better be my good girl and tell me.” “T-Two. Only two.” “Hmmm,” he hummed and smoothed his hand over my left then right ass cheek. His fingers skated over my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I would’ve much rather you had been my innocent, little virgin. Untouched. Unused. But Uncle knows it’s better you’ve been broken in to take my long, thick cock.” Damien started rolling the pad of his thumb over my clit, and a guttural moan left me. I sounded like a whimpering animal as he brought me pleasure I never felt before. I shuddered, so close to coming already. “You gonna let me fuck this pussy the way I want?” He smacked me between my thighs, and I cried as the pain and pleasure coalesced. What was this feeling? I didn’t know whether to run or to beg for more. He pushed my shirt up, instantly dragged his tongue up the length of my spine, and then he pulled back. When his warm breath suddenly skated over my pussy, I tightened my hands on the edge of the island. Run. I definitely wanted to run. There was no way he could possibly miss how embarrassingly turned on I was, how wet I was being so up close and personal. But Damien curled his hands around my stomach, pulling me slightly back and anchoring me in place. There was no way I could escape now, not when this man’s hands were so big they encircled my entire waist. “I’m going to tear you up tonight in the best way,” was all the warning I got, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue pushing into my pussy hole. I gasped and moaned as he drove me closer to the edge. It was so intense I tried futilely to get away, but up on my tiptoes was as far as I got as his grip moved to my hips. “So fucking sweet.” His words were muffled against my drenched pussy. He dug his thumbs into my ass cheeks, then gripped them, spreading them wide so he could really eat me out. Damien pulled my pussy lips in his mouth, sucking on them almost painfully. But I wanted more. And when he flattened his tongue across my slit, licking me like my pussy was melting ice cream on a hot summer day, I felt my toes curl as my climax rose. “Hold it, sweet girl. Wait to explode until I tell you to.” He spanked my ass. “I promise it’ll be better in the end.” He moved a finger around my pussy hole before gently pushing it in, fucking me slowly. My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching and pulling at that digit. I heard sloppy sounds as my body latched onto him, and I shuddered. “Damien—” “Hold it, Fina.” His words were a growl, as if he were a feral animal. Damien added a second, scissoring those two fingers until the stretch and burn made the pleasure skyrocket. And when he rubbed my clit with his thumb, sending me to the highest peak, I cried out in panic, scared I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. “Now, Fina. Come for me now.” He sank his teeth into the flesh where my thigh and pussy met, and I came so hard stars danced in front of my eyes. God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time. He gave my ass a little smack, the flesh jiggling. And when he went for the zipper of his jeans, I stared in fear at the large bulge protruding against his pants. Damien pulled it down and popped the button, and my heart stopped. Because then he pulled that massive cock out and stroked himself from root to tip, showing me just how much was actually hidden behind those jeans. If my expression showed my fear before, it was probably one of absolute horror now because it caused him to warn me, “Oh, we’re just getting started, Fina.” I knew this moment would forever change everything. Was I ready? I didn’t know. But that didn’t matter because my uncle was going to fuck me either way. At least I thought he’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.