“Easy baby,” he growls, jerking my legs up, back, higher than I think possible. His fingertips dig into my calves as he pushes fully inside, past whatever is left of my virginity with a low, feral sound. My breath hitches, I’m so full of him, like my body is reshaping itself around him.
He shifts angle, grinding that ridge inside me that makes my vision white and my toes curl. “Don’t hold back,” he commands, voice fraying at the edges as he pistons harder. “Tell me what you want,” Rye demands, pistoning harder now. The bed slamsagainst the wall with each crash of his hips. “Or don’t? Doesn’t matter.”
His response is a rough laugh before he flips me onto my stomach, spreading my legs with his knee as he slides back inside. The new angle stretches me wider—his cock grazing every inch—and I cry out at the sensation. Rye grabs my hips to hold me steady while he fucks me harder, so fast the room blurs into a haze of sweat and musk.
“Look how tight you grip my cock,” he pants, teeth scraping my shoulder blade. “You’re gonna milk all my cum out tonight. When I saw you out there in that red dress, I knew I was going to get you fucking pregnant. You show up with those wide, innocent eyes, temping every fucking man in the room to lose his mind for a…piece,”
Thrust.
“Of.”
Thrust.
“This.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Ass.”
He’s rearranging my guts with that monstrosity of manhood. “God!” I choke and spasm but he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t give me time to adjust.
“That’s fucking right. I’m your god. Your Daddy. Your Uncle. The man with your father’s face.”
I raise my hips, pushing back against him, chasing that friction that sets my nerves on fire each thrust hitting deeper until I’m a gasping mess.
Things inside of me start to ripple and pulse. A tingle gathering into a storm below my belly button leaving me brainless, boneless and willing to do whatever this man wants with me.
The climax punches in and out of me melting me from the inside out, my muscles clamping down on his shaft as he saws that massive member in and out. In and out.
He growls something feral before plunging deeper still, filling me with every thick inch until I’m shuddering and screaming my throat raw.
I’m shattering into a thousand pieces under his weight, my locking around him like he’s the only thing in this world that can save me.
Fire races over my skin as I give up everything in that moment. My belly turns inside out, I make sounds that are feral and wild. I don’t need to be perfect, quite the opposite, the look on Rye’s face as he watches me come completely undone is like a father watching his baby enter the world.
I’m helpless with him on top of me, inside of me, collar around my neck. I’ve always been the one that was depended on, not the one to depend on others.
But, right now? I want to give me all my power. To tell him it’s his to do as he pleases, but even as that thought arises in my orgasm addled mind, I have the sudden realization that he already knows that. He already understands I am his to do as he wishes and that he will be all things to me from now on. My lover. My uncle. My father. My coach.
A heat spreads in my chest as his colossal body shakes and moves over me, his length swelling and filling me.
“Daddy.” I whimper and that sends me into another gear.
“If you ever think about going out in public dressed like you were tonight without me next to you?” He slams into me, driving the air from my lungs. “I’ll kill any man that looks at you and their blood will be on your hands. My jealously is a curse, something you need to understand and control. It’s not fucking fair, but it’s the way it is, Dautie. The. Way. It. Is.”
I clench around him like a vise until he’s roaring into me, cock jerking spasmodically while I cling to his shoulders for dear life.
My body reacts to his feral talk of violence. His hips move in a blur, his face a knot of pain and pleasure. My heart lodged in my throat as another wave of my own pleasure bolts through me, a gush of warmth releasing from my body, my spine curves, tears run like rivers from the corners of my eyes absorbed into my hairline as Rye pulls me up from the bed, rifling my small body up and down in his final moments of raw pleasure.
With one final roar, he comes down on top of me, shoving himself so deep, I see stars, his ejaculation flooding me with sticky heat, his body grinding against my clit as he fills the small room with curses and pulses inside me.
After, he collapses against me, forehead pressed between my breasts where my heartbeat thrums wildly. The leash lies slack across my neck, Rye eases back, I hiss as his thickness leaves me, but as fast as he’s gone, I’m dragged back to the floor on the rug, positioned on all fours and he drives himself back inside me.
“I’ve waited too long. Too long. Too long.” He heaves out each word like he’s taking a blade.
He fills me from behind, deeper, thicker until my body is just a hole for his use. I dig my fingers into the rug, desperate to stay in place but his frenzy is too much for my small body.
His hands come to control my hips, flesh slapping, slapping, slapping as he uses me for his pleasure and release and my mind goes numb, I’m floating again aware that I’m taking my father’s brother’s come keep inside my body.
