Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance Page 10

  God, this feels fucking amazing.

  Owen’s tongue leaves my cunt and glides along my sensitive skin, and it’s so...

  “Oh my god,” I moan. After teasing and licking my lips, and tracing along my inner thighs, he lands right on my clit and my hips buck against him. I grab onto his head, pushing him deeper into me, desperate for more.

  “Someone’s getting greedy.” He stops to look up at me and winks. “Want more?”

  “Yes. Right there. More, more, more!”

  He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “What,” he licks it, “do,” and licks it again, “you say?” Holy hell. My body is on fire and the build of my orgasm becomes excruciating.

  “Please, Owen. Please,” I say, not giving a damn how much I beg him. He’s torturing me now.

  I’ve completely lost control, but I don’t even care. He falls forward and works me over with his tongue. I let go—feeling every new sensation in my body crash through and overwhelm me.

  I can’t believe I’ve never let someone do this to me before. Or, I guess I should say, for me.

  Why did I have to wait so long to try it? I think of all the time I wasted sitting in meetings when I could have been sitting on someone’s face. This is going to be way better for my bottom line.

  Like a little toy soldier, Owen beats my drum with his tongue, and I move my hips in rhythm with his beat. My nerve endings are standing at attention, tingling in anticipation of the climax.

  But just when my muscles start to tense and quiver—he stops. “Do you like that?” he asks, looking up at me, his eyes wild with desire.

  “You’re not stopping, are you?” I’m crossing my fingers that he’s not too tired to continue, because I’m about ready to burst.

  Owen licks his fingers and taps my clit so gently that I have to bite my lip to contain myself. If I didn’t have my eyes on the prize, I’d be melting at the sight of him kneeling before me, teasing me with those piercing grey eyes.

  “I think I’ve polished you up pretty nicely,” he says casually, fingering the hem of my skirt like he’s ready to cover me up and call it a day. “What do you think?”

  The bastard. He’s taunting me now. It’s like he enjoys watching me suffer. If he thinks I’m going to beg for it, he’s…totally right. He has me right where he wants me, and if I want my happy ending, I have no choice but to play along with his little game.

  “I think, no. I want you to back down there, drinking me until I’m dry.” I’m surprised by my own forcefulness as I grab his hair with my fingers and roughly push his head down in my cunt—again.

  A girl knows what she wants, and I’ll be damned if I can’t have the one thing I’m so close to.

  “I was right. You are a dirty little slut,” Owen says before he dives back in.

  “Fuck yes, I am.”

  He gets right back to work, and before I know what’s happening—he sucks my clit, nipping it gently with his teeth, and it sets fireworks off inside me, exploding and pouring pleasure all over my body. Again and again, I burst in ecstasy.

  It’s so much more colorful and beautiful that I could’ve ever imagined. I moan louder and louder, and shout Owen’s name—not even caring that other people in my office might hear me.

  “Fuck, Owen!”

  The feeling is so intense, I almost can’t stand it. I try to wiggle away from him, but he grabs me by my legs and holds me tighter.

  “Angel, you’ll want me to finish.”

  And he’s right. When one wave crashes, an even bigger one swells, and soon I’m riding wave after wave of pleasure. I never want it to end.

  When I’m finally spent, I let myself fall back on the desk, panting and sweating. I pull him to me and kiss him, tasting myself on him. I blush, realizing that I kind of like it. I’ve never felt this elated before in my life.

  “You’re welcome,” he says, assuredly.

  I playfully push him away, and then pull him right back to me.

  “Yes. Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. “I’d be more than happy to always thank you if that’s what you have in mind.” I reach for my panties to put them back on, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

  “Oh, you’re not done thanking me yet.” He beats me to the lace material on the floor and tosses them on the other side of the room where I can’t reach them. “You can have these back when you’ve earned them.”

  I raise my eyebrow. I should’ve known he would want something in return for his generosity. Well, if I have to thank him again, then sign me up.

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask, playing coy while I run my hands down his shirt, unbuttoning it gradually.

  Owen stands up, and the bulge in his pants is so pronounced that I could easily stick him in the lobby and use his erection as a coat rack. But I don’t think that’s what he wants me to do.

  And hell, that’s not what I want to do. Though I know I’m in way over my head.

  Before he can articulate the words, I close my legs and cover myself with my skirt. “And where do you think that’s going?” I ask, my cheeks turning red. I’m horny, and I know I want him, but I’m also anxious not knowing how he’ll fit inside of me.

  How am I—a virgin—going to handle twelve inches?

  This might be too much for one day. But I’m not going to leave him hanging, either.

  Seated on the desk, I grab him by the belt buckle and pull him towards me. Unzipping his pants, I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke the tender skin on top with my thumb. He shudders and kisses me, encouraging me to continue.

  I lean over and prepare to take him in my mouth, but once again, Owen stops me. He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look me in the eye.

  “I was thinking we could go through the backdoor. Doubt we’ll get caught that way.” He winks at me.

  I drop my jaw. “What?”

  “Every nice girl has a wild side. And I think I know just where yours is.”

  Owen lifts me off the desk and flips me over on my stomach, pulling my skirt up to expose my ass. My raw skin burns against the cool wooden surface.

  “Your ass is so inviting,” he grunts, spreading my cheeks apart. “I’ve been wanting to fill this puckered hole since I grabbed your tight ass on the dance floor.”

  I instinctively lift it up, arching my back, and wave my ass in air up at him—just like I imagined, and a whimper spills from my lips.

  He leans over my back and nips my ear lobe. “Is that a yes?”

  “Fuck, yes.” I surprise Owen—and myself. If I’ve learned anything from our time together, it’s that it feels good to surrender, to let someone else be my guide and show me something totally new.

  “God, you’re so fucking dirty. I love it,” he says gruffly.

  He fingers my cunt and spits on his other hand, lathering them with our combined wetness. Feeling his hands hover of me, rubbing against each other, I eagerly anticipate his touch.

  I feel like a naughty schoolgirl, being punished for something I’m not even remotely sorry for.

  And I realize in this moment that fucking my step-uncle will be something I’ll want to do over and over again, because I know the pleasure will be—well, worth the pain.

  Chapter 19

  Owen

  “How badly do you want it?”

  I’m standing above Mira now, as she’s bent over that pathetic excuse for a desk.

  “A lot, Owen. So fucking much.” Her wet pussy trembles with each breath she takes.

  I take a step back away from her and lean my back against the wall.

  “I’m not convinced.” I run my hands through my hair and smirk at the way she shifts from side to side, trying to find some kind of release for all that sexual frustration building up in her cunt.

  Mira cocks her head sideways to look at me. Her eyes are wide-eyed and starving.

  “Excuse me?” She licks her lips impatiently. “I want you so bad right now. You have no idea.”

  Although Mira is a dirty little
slut, which I love, she’s still so damn naive.

  As much as I would love to fuck my step-niece up her asshole until she cries out in pain and pleasure, I wouldn’t fully enjoy it unless I knew she wanted it.

  I mean, really wanted it. So bad, that she would do just about anything I asked her to. Like my dirty little sex slave.

  “I’m not sure you’re ready.” I run my fingers through my hair, look away from her, and shrug. “After all, you’re a virgin, right? A young, innocent virgin who doesn’t know what the hell she’s getting into.”

  Mira’s face contorts into confusion. “Of course, I want it.” She stands up off the desk and does this cute pouty thing with her mouth.

  God, the things I want to do to that mouth.

  “I wouldn’t do anything unless I fully wanted to do it,” Mira pouts. “I’m not a fucking idiot. And stop calling me a virgin!”

  I step away from the wall and walk closer to her. Her naked body, glistening with slight sweat, is convulsing by the mere sight of me. Just the way I fucking like it.

  I step so close to her; our chests are touching. I can feel her perky tits up against my blazer, and it’s making me so hard right now I can barely think.

  “Beg me.” My voice is lower than a whisper. “I want you to beg me. Once you do that, I’ll fuck you up the ass.”

  Mira’s mouth twitches into a smirk once she realizes the game I want to play. She lies back down on the desk and positions herself with her legs up in the air, her tight little asshole, all tiny and perfectly positioned in my face.

  “Fuck me up the ass, please,” she pleads, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘please’ as if her life depended on it, and I was just merely doing her a favor.

  I grab hold of her round, firm ass cheeks and pull them apart until she whimpers.

  “What did you say?” I taunt her. “How badly do you want my cum in your ass?”

  Seeing her face all hungry and begging for my cum is getting my dick so hard, I’m not sure how long I can even keep playing this game.

  “I want it so bad,” she says, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘so’. It seeps out of her almost in a moan.

  “Alright.” I unbuckle my Givenchy black dress pants. “I believe you.”

  I let the pants drop to the floor as my cock springs out of my tight boxers, nearly poking Mira right in the pussy.

  “You want to be filled with my cock?” I grab her legs and push her ass slightly off the desk so that her asshole, all tiny and pink, is high, viewable, and in the perfect position to receive my twelve-inch cock.

  “I want your cock so bad,” she breathes. “I want your filthy dick up my ass.” She then lifts her head up and looks me right in the eye and adds, “Uncle.”

  That word makes me instinctively wince. But I ignore it, not wanting to stop. I know she’s just teasing me.

  I grab my cock and try to keep my composure. There’s so much precum everywhere, I almost feel like I’ve ejaculated already. Mira leans back, presenting her perfect ass to me, and I’m ready to pound the hell out of her.

  But before I enter her, I realize we don’t have any lube.

  Fuck.

  Mira’s pussy is dripping wet for me. Her hot, sweet honey is already trailing down her thighs.

  It gives me an idea.

  I press my cock between the lips of her cunt and rub it up and down. I don’t enter her—I just cover myself in her warm, sticky glaze.

  Then I take her hips in my hands and thrust my hard cock right into her ass. She winces at first, as only the tip enters.

  “Relax, relax,” I whisper. “Just let me in. Just let me in, you dirty slut. I know you want me inside you.”

  After a few seconds, she relaxes, and I thrust all twelve inches of me deep inside her perfect little ass, filling her with all of my cock.

  “Oh god,” she cries out. “I feel like your cock is in my stomach.”

  “You said you wanted all of me, sweetheart,” I gruff. “And this is what you asked for.”

  After a minute, her face relaxes as she closes her eyes and rolls her head back so that it’s dangling off the edge of the desk.

  “Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “Owen…fuck, that feels so fucking good!”

  I start thrusting hard now. The tightness around my dick is so intense, I feel like I’m going to explode right this second, but I close my eyes and maintain my composure.

  “You like it when I pound your tiny asshole?” I slap her hard on one of her jiggly ass cheeks. “You like it when I fill you up with my cum?”

  She starts moaning in loud audible cries. “Fuck me harder!”

  The office is full of nothing but the loud sound of my balls slapping against her ass.

  Her pussy is wet and glistening as I rub her clit with my finger. Her perky tits bounce rhythmically to the point where I feel like I’m getting hypnotized.

  As soon as I feel like I’m about to come, I pull out.

  “What?” Mira looks up all surprised and disappointed. “Why did you stop?”

  “Turn over,” I order her. “Now.”

  I honestly have no idea how long I can sustain this. So much cum is already dripping from my dick, I feel like I’m going to erupt all over the office, painting the disgusting walls with my juice.

  I grab Mira by the ass and flip her over so that she’s facing me.

  “Suck it,” I demand. Mira obediently sucks on my index finger so hard, I feel like it’s going to break off and will need to be reattached.

  While she’s busy with my finger, I slowly ease my cock back into her asshole. By now, it goes in easily like butter. It’s so slippery and wet, I bite my fist to contain my enthusiasm.

  I can’t let my step-niece see me drop my composure.

  Mira begins to groan once my cock is in her ass.

  “Take it,” I breathe at her.

  I’m so close to coming, I can barely hear my own voice. My body is shaking so hard, I can feel the pressure in my body building up.

  “Be a good little slut and take my fucking cock.”

  Mira grips the desk and cries out so loud. I’m pretty sure the entire city knows what’s going on here. If we don’t fuck the building down around us, it’ll be a fucking miracle.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Mira chokes out.

  I grip her tight ass and brace for the big release.

  A part of me can’t help but find it kind of cute that we’re both about to come at the same time.

  I would never ever call myself a romantic, but…. well, it is kind of romantic, in a way.

  “YES! Fuck, yes!” I roar as my cum spills out of me and into her. I’m coming so hard, I feel like I’m going to fill Mira up so much, her tiny, petite body will reach capacity and my cum will gush onto the floor.

  “Yes!” she screams, her body convulsing. “Oh god, yes!”

  As I continue squirting into Mira, I collapse on top of her in exhaustion.

  The intensity is so extreme, it lasts for several seconds as Mira’s sweaty body writhes beneath me.

  The entire office is now blossoming with the smell of pussy, perfume, cologne and sweat.

  Ah, my kind of smell.

  I pull myself off of Mira realizing I’m probably crushing her with all my weight.

  Mira sits up and turns around, her eyes thirsty for more. She clearly wants to keep going.

  “You want me to lick it up?”

  She starts sucking my cock before I can even answer. She licks up all the cum, wiggling her tongue along the shaft, so that she didn’t spare a single drop.

  I stroke her hair and turn to face my conscience.

  You’ve really done it this time, Owen. You fucked your niece. You lost control.

  I should feel bad, but honestly, right now? I fucking don’t.

  Chapter 20

  Mira

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before—not even when I’ve had a particularly indulgent self-love session.

  I’m blissful, rela
xed, and so fucking satisfied.

  I reach up and kiss Owen, slowly, lingering and passionately. I’m thrilled to have him respond.

  I give him a side smirk.

  “Thanks for—uh—whatever that was. It felt damn good.”

  He zips himself back up and kisses my forehead as if I were a child, although, I suppose for most of my life, I technically have been compared to Owen.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mira. Just know that it’s never happening again—it can’t happen again.”

  I stare at him, outraged. How could he say that when he’s looking at me like that?

  I glance down pointedly at his crotch—I can see the edge of his cock, rock hard again already, clear as day. He wants me.

  And he knows I know it.

  “It really doesn’t seem as if you’re very much convinced of what you’re saying, Uncle Owen,” I say, just to get a reaction out of him.

  Owen runs a hand over his face, sighing.

  “See, that’s exactly why we can’t continue, Mira. For that exact fucking reason. It could ruin us both, and though I could probably recover from such a scandal, you and your fledgling business definitely wouldn’t. I won’t have that. No,” Owen says, turning from me slightly, “I won’t have that at all.”

  I rush around to keep in front of him. I see him glance down at my breasts before returning his gaze to my eyes.

  “Stop trying to make decisions for me!” I bite out. “I’m a grown-ass woman. And you just fucked my ass literally five minutes ago. You can’t possibly say you don’t want to at least take it further for now, in this moment? Even if you don’t want anything further to do with me after that,” I reason, somewhat quietly.

  I definitely want Owen in my life after this moment. I want him so badly, I can hardly stand it.

  Owen bends down and kisses me gently.

  “You know damn well how much I want to fuck you senseless, Mira.”

  “Then just do it! If Carl and my mom and whoever thinks we already have, then what the hell is stopping you? Why stop now?”