Uncle Dominic's Touch
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“Oh God.” She gasped when she felt his hand land between her shoulder blades. He pushed her forward so that her upper body was flush with the mattress and her ass was high in the air.
“Dominic, please, I want you inside of me.” She could tell when he moved away, but before she could beg him to come back, Chloe felt his mouth on her vagina and his tongue slipping along her pussy lips. He rubbed the outside of her pussy hole and she knew his finger had to be drenched with her cream. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t comprehend what was happening until she felt his other finger probe her asshole. She groaned into the sheets and instinctively clenched when the digit gently pressed into her ass.
She could hear the slurping noises he made as he licked at her pussy, and then felt his thick finger fully penetrate her anus. He pumped the digit in and out of her and she held on as her climax approached once again. Never had she had anything back there, and the feeling was strange yet tantalizing.
As he pumped his finger in and out of her, he slowly added another digit. There was a moment of pain that ignited within her, but when he slowly started to stretch her, to scissor his fingers inside of her, preparing her for his penetration, that pain was replaced with sweet rapture.
Mouth latched onto her clit and fingers in her ass, she was on the verge of climaxing. “Can I come? Oh fuck, let me come.” Chloe would have said anything, done anything at that moment just too finally feel her orgasm peak.
“Not until I’m buried inside of you, baby.” The vibrations from his voice on her clit had her gritting her teeth to try and hold off the inevitable. “Oh God, I can’t stop it for much longer.” His mouth was suddenly removed from between her legs and his fingers left her ass. She breathed out shakily. Her whole body shook, every sense in her so heightened even the slight wisp of air through the room felt painful.
The length of his shaft pressed against her cleft and she bit her lip to hold off the moan. He did a few shallow thrusts against her as he smoothed his hands up and down her ass. He moved away from her in the next instance, but before she could ponder what he was doing she felt the cold wetness of something slide against her anus. Chloe tensed when that “something” was gently pressed into her ass. She shivered when she felt coolness coat the inside of her anus. Anticipation coursed through her at what was about to happen.
“Where do you want my cock, Chloe?”
He was playing with her and God help her she liked it. “In me.” Her words were no more than a whisper but she knew he heard her nonetheless.
“Where exactly? In your ass? Your cunt? Your mouth?”
She cried harder because she couldn’t seem to grasp her emotions. Chloe sucked in a breath. “In my ass. Please stick you cock in my ass.” What was going on with her? Never had she desired to feel a cock in her ass, but with Dominic, she wanted him shoved so far up her ass she felt completely filled.
The feeling of his chest along her back, of his groan against her ear, had her flesh pebbling. “Please, Dominic. I love you.” What else could she say? This game he was playing wasn’t what she was used to, but it was everything she had hoped for.
“Fuck, Chloe. What you do to me!” Reaching between their bodies, she felt his erection skim along her saturated folds as he teased her. When he was aligned with her anus, he grunted and pushed in slowly and gently—it was agony and ecstasy wrapped into one.
“I love you so fucking much. I’m never letting you go, never giving up on us again.” He pushed all those hard, long and thick inches into her ass she felt the ring of muscle give and his cock head fully slide into her. He didn’t move for a suspended moment, he just let her adjust to his size.
His hands gripped her waist with enough force to leave bruises. She lifted her ass, showing him what she needed, wanted. His murmured obscenities had her whole body tingling. Dominic thrust into her in one swift move. Balls slapping against her slit, she cried out as her climax finally broke free. Just that one thrust in her ass and she cried out in abandon. Arching her back, Chloe squeezed her eyes closed tightly and bit her lip, tasting blood.
Dominic started sawing in and out of her so hard and fast the bed slammed against the wall. God it felt good. His language was coarse and harsh, explicit and rough. It fuelled her own desires and she pushed back against him.
“You feel so fucking good, Chloe.” He continued to praise her, to tell her how tight she was, how wet she was. She climaxed three more times, all saying his name out loud.
With one last thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came so hard she could feel the powerful, hot jets of his cum coat her insides. Chloe collapsed on the bed and felt his massive weight pin her down. The air slowly left her body and struggled to remove herself from his weight, but he finally rolled over and took her with him. She laid there, his arms around her, his shaft still buried inside of her, feeling sated, protected and cherished all in the same breath. That was the last thing she was aware of before sleep took hold of her.
Epilogue
June 2011, one year later
Chloe lay on her back and stared at the ceiling of her and Dominic’s room. Dominic had gotten up early, as usual, to run around the lake. He had been home for the last forty-five minutes, well, that was when she had woken up to the sound of pans being banged and the smell of frying bacon.
The tick-tock of the clock beside her was the only company she had, but she had no intentions of moving, not when she was deliciously sore from last night. When there was no more noise from downstairs, Chloe lifted onto her elbows and stared at the closed bedroom door. She could hear his heavy footfalls ascend the stairs, and even now, a year later, her heart pounded rapidly and butterflies took residence in her belly.
When the bedroom door swung open, she couldn’t help but smile at Dominic. He wore a pair or worn sweats and a plain white tee. His hair was still damp from his recent shower and the shirt clung to his broad shoulders. When they had come to the realization that they needed each other, that although a relationship between the two of them wasn’t “conventional”, there was no getting around the fact that a person couldn’t help who they loved.
When her family had found out about their relationship, shit had hit the fan, so to speak. Chloe supposed it wasn’t the wisest decision to bring Dominic to the Christmas gathering. In his defense, he didn’t think it was a smart idea and had voiced that, which he was right of course, but Chloe said they had to find out some time. She wasn’t going to keep their relationship hidden, not when they loved each other and it was their life.
First there had been shocked reactions, which was expected. Hell, Chloe was dating Uncle Dominic, the same man that had been married to her aunt. Those shocked feelings her family initially had morphed into outrage. Of course Clara had been there, and although it was no secret that she had been the one to cheat on Dominic, the blame was pointed solely at him. It didn’t matter because despite the awful things her family said, how they called Dominic an incestuous pedophile, which Chloe couldn’t quite understand, she knew that in the end it didn’t matter. What did matter was that the two of them were happy, damn the consequences.
Her family had never been there for her, not really. Dominic had been the only rock for her, the only one that listened, and the only one that gave a damn about her.
That was six months ago and the last time she had spoken to her family. When they had made it clear that their relationship was disgusting and immoral, and that if she didn’t end it with Dominic they would never speak to her again, well, that had been the last straw and the last time she let them control her life.
Smiling at him, she stretched, the sheet slipped down her chest to reveal her breasts. Her life was busy, what with her internship at the hospital in town. It had been a dream when she had been able to take the position, one that allowed her to be close to the man she loved.
Dominic neared and she couldn’t help how her chest filled with love. Every time she looked at him it was the same reaction, the same intense feelings.
She glanced up at him when he stopped by the side of the bed. Her gaze dipped down to the silver tray he held. Breakfast in bed—something he did almost every morning. She grinned up at him, just a small tilt of her lips that hopefully showed him she was interested in just a little more than breakfast. Chloe lifted her arms above her head and hoped the sight of her nude breasts could entice him to join her in bed.
“The bed is kind of cold without you.” Chloe dropped her gaze down to his crotch and lifted her hand to stroke it over his already growing bulge.
“I’ve brought you breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Oh I’m hungry, but not for bacon and eggs.” Wagging her eyebrows, she hoped he would forget about the breakfast.
“You’re insatiable.” He set the tray down and removed his sweats. “You have to promise me you’ll eat something, though.”
“Oh, I promise.”
He chuckle and removed his shirt. He was already hard, the thick, long cock that was nestled in the center of a thatch of dark hair pointing right at her. “I’ll eat it all.” Okay, maybe she was overdoing it, but she couldn’t help herself.
Dominic slid his hand across her collar bone and Chloe felt her pussy clench. Just that one gentle touch and she was ready to go. Dominic slipped into bed beside her and his body heat encompassed her. He smelled like the soap she got from Ireland, the one that smelled like wildlife and a fresh spring breeze. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and make a small noise in the back of her throat.
He continued to move his hand down her breasts and over her swelled belly. Their baby was due in November. Dominic moved down the bed and slid the sheet off of her, exposing her rounded abdomen. He kissed it gently and murmured something so soft she couldn’t quite hear him. Chloe couldn’t help but laugh. He looked up, his brows drawn.
“What?”
“Nothing. You’re just too much.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, urging him up the bed and pressed her lips to his. “Did I tell you what a wonderful father you’ll be?” His hard shaft rubbed along her thigh.
“And you’re going to be a wonderful mother to our child. I love you, baby.” He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth for him. She didn’t need to tell him how much she loved him, she needed to show him, nice and hard.
The End
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