Page 19 of Claimed By my Ex’s Uncle

"Mmm," he murmurs, dragging his nose across my cheek and breathing in deeply. "I think I like you better like this. When you’re under my control."

I want to protest, but he presses his fingers further into me, and all complaints fall away in an instant. I reach up to push my fingers into his hair, gazing into his eyes, watching his face as he coaxes me closer and closer to my release. My thighs are starting to close around him, my body beginning to arch towards my climax, and my vision begins to blur as he looks back at me. He doesn’t break my gaze for a moment, not giving me an opportunity to pull back, not letting me do anything other than drink in the sight of him there in front of me...

He kisses me again, and that’s what takes me over the edge, my body spasming against him as I finally give in. I cry out, but the sound is muffled by his lips, thank God; I’m sure the whole mansion would have heard me otherwise.

He stills his fingers inside me, letting my body clench around him over and over again, and I try to catch my breath as I rake my nails down his nape, reminding myself that I am still here. With him.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers from between my thighs and draws them up between us. They are slick with my own juices, an undeniable sign of how much I want him.

"Open your mouth."

I do as I am told at once, and he slips his fingers past my lips, letting me taste myself where I am smeared over his skin. The sweetness of my musk on my tongue, proof of what he does to me, sends a shudder through my system. I might just have come minutes ago, but right now, I could go all over again without a second thought.

"You look pretty when you’ve got your mouth shut," he tells me, though I am mostly sure he is just trying to tease me.

I swirl my tongue around his fingers, making sure to show him that I can do a good job cleaning him up. He withdraws his hand, reaching to adjust his cock.

"Next time, I think I might find another way to keep you quiet," he remarks, pointedly glancing downward.

A rush of excitement courses through me at those words. Does he really mean that? It’s hard to believe that he would push things so far after being so restrained up until this point, but maybe that’s the idea.

"Well, what are you waiting for, then?" I shoot back before I can stop myself. I lock eyes with him, a daring expression on my face, willing him to tell me what I want to hear.

He grins, the corner of his lip turning up. "You think you can handle me?"

"Well, if you’re so sure that’s what’s best for me, maybe I should give it a try."

He reaches for me, cupping my face in his hands for a moment and planting an almost tender kiss against my lips. And then he guides me downward, until I’m on my knees before him.

And another flicker of desire rushes through me when I see the strain behind his zipper.

Chapter 10

Rose

He rubs his hand over himself again, clearly enjoying the way I’m looking at him right now. After the way he just made me come, there’s almost nothing in the world I won’t do if it means I can get him off, too. He’s right—there’s a part of me that’s better off just switching my brain into a different mode entirely, giving over to the need that has pulsed between us since the moment I set foot in his house. Hardly conventional, but sometimes you just have to take what the universe offers you.

Ilya unzips his pants slowly, pulling his cock into his hand; it’s the first time I’ve seen him close-up like this, and I can’t help but trail my tongue around my bottom lip in anticipation. He is already glistening with a drop of pre-cum on his tip, and as he strokes his length a couple of times, I wonder if I’ll be able to take all of him at once.

“You still sure about this, Rose?” he asks, reaching down to slide his hand into my hair and draw my attention up him.

I nod. Intent on showing him just how certain I am, I part my lips and extend my tongue slightly, an invitation for him to do exactly what he wants to me.

He guides himself to my lips, letting his tip brush just lightly over my mouth before he slips the first couple of inches into me. I can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, and I swirl my tongue around him the same way I did to his fingers a few moments earlier.

He lets out an appreciative grunt, palming my head to adjust the angle slightly, and I catch my breath before I go back in for another taste.

"That’s it," he groans. "Show me those pretty eyes while you’ve got my cock in your mouth, Rose."

I flick my gaze up to meet his, and he grins, that wolfish smile lighting up some darker side of him. He flexes his hips forward slightly, thrusting a little further into my mouth, and I’m surprised at how easily I can take him. I slip my tongue over the underside, feeling the ridge that runs up his length, massaging it as best I can with my mouth.

"Fuck, yes... just like that..."

He continues to move the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, not too deep, but enough that I can feel my lips stretch slightly to accommodate his impressive girth. A rush of desire sparks between my legs again, and I clamp my thighs together, doing my best to contain it, not wanting to get distracted from the task at hand, no matter how tempting it might be.

I can feel him starting to swell between my lips already, and I wonder if that means he’s getting close. Did fingering me like that turn him on that much? I steal another look up at him to find his gaze fixed on me. He draws back, letting his head rest on my lips for a moment, and I plant a playful kiss there just to see his reaction. He curses under his breath and sinks himself back into my mouth again, and I work my way along his length, allowing him to guide me with his hand so that I can get him off just how he wants.

I listen as his breathing grows more ragged, and I slide one hand to his thigh to steady myself as I pick up the pace. I can feel the muscles there starting to grow tense, and I feel a sudden, ravenous urge to make him come, to push him over the edge into the same intense release he gave me.