I nod, the fantasy putting my pleasure on a hair trigger.
His cock is still as hard as marble between us, mushroom head glistening, and I feel it there as he runs it up and down through my folds, his face over me a tangle of tension and lust.
He grips my knee, pushing me wide.
Is this actually happening? My first time in a kink club with my uncle?
I don’t care what he does as long as he keeps looking at me like he is. As long as he keeps cursing and talking in crude, rough filth.
He looks down at my exposed pink bare lips, lining himself up at my opening, applying the first pressure that makes me drawa sharp breath, pressing against that slick little bud of flesh between my thighs—and suddenly I’m a child again, with Rye over me, the same face of my father yes, but he feels nothing like him.
“Breathe,” he orders, knuckles brushing my clit back and forth. “You need to relax the best you can for what’s coming.”
He leans over and spits crudely onto the apex of my sex. The sensation of the slick warmth sliding down over my raw nerve endings makes my eyes roll back as Rye expels another wet round of slippery saliva which lands warm and wet on my clit.
“Please, go slow.” I whisper, my fingers trembling against Rye’s chest as he centers his body over mine.
His answer is a rumble vibrating through me as he nudges the blunt head of his cock against my folds, pressing slow until the first honest realization of what’s about to happen shakes me down to my marrow.
“Time to make Daddy feel better.” He growls as the fresh pressure introduces me to the mechanics of getting what he has into what I have and I wiggle and pinch my eyes shut.
“I want that.” I manage, the darts of pain introducing me to the heady juxtaposition of dark and light.
“You’re never going to deny me this tight teasing hole, are you?”
“No.” I fling my head back and forth desperate for him to move inside me, to fill all the emptiness. For a second, I see this man I’ve admired and longed for in such a shameful way for too many years in a way I haven’t before.
He’s hard, rough, sexy but in his eyes, right now with his cock notched at my entrance, there’s something else. A hint of fear?
Doubt?
He wants me as much…nomorethan I’ve ever wanted him and he’s afraid.
Of hurting me? Losing me? Doing the wrong thing?
Before he can second guess himself, I gather his hips with my calves, pulling his groin forward.
“Let me make you all better, Daddy. Let me apologize with my body.”
The looks on his face twists from doubt to delirium, his mouth falling open as he covers me with his body, taking my mouth with his as his cock penetrates my most innocent places, swallowing the scream with his tongue invading my mouth as his thickness invades me lower.
I gasp into the kiss when he sinks deeper, his weight settling between my legs to anchor me—a solid wall of muscle pinning me down while his hands close like steel bands on my breasts, pinching the hard peaks before pulling back, arching his back, roaring at the ceiling and seating himself into my body with a roar.
His cock stretches me past anything I’ve ever known. Stinging fire racing up my spine as he forces himself deeper with a growl, hips pistoning to drown out my choked cry.
“Oh God,” I whimper, nails raking his forearms as my body makes a desperate attempt to acclimate to his invasion. He lowers himself again, laughs against my neck, teeth grazing the pulse point where it thumps wildly.
“Tighter than a fucking dream,” he grits, his hands moving to my hair, tangling his fingers through the mess and pulling until theburn between my legs is matched by the burn at the roots of my hair.
He ruts into me like a madman. Slamming forward again and again, his balls slapping my ass with a wet sounds and the bed savages the wall so hard the chandelier above us shakes.
“You’re so damn small,” he mutters, grinding his hips to stretch me wider. His beard scrapes my throat as he nuzzles my pulse point. “Daddy’s feeling better already, baby. You have a magic cunt just like I thought you would.”
“Rye… Rye please”—my plea melts into a sob when he reaches between us. Applying pressure in a circular motion to my clit, hard enough to send sparks shooting outward from the tense spot inside my body that’s begging for relief
I’m surprised by how little it hurts. Maybe because I’ve been slick since he snapped that bar on my shoulders. His thrusts slow but when his shaft hits that hidden spot inside me with a flick of motion that makes my toes curl and I lose the thread of thought entirely.
I tense, clamping down, begging for something I need.
