Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "See for yourself," Megan smiles, and then simply slides out of the room with a grin and closes the door behind her, leaving Parker and I to see what’s going on.

  "What the…?" Parker whispers to himself, turning the TV toward one of the news channels and sitting down on the chair by my side. On the screen, a middle-aged reporter with white hair is talking about my mother, and under him there’s a red stripe with bold white letters, a headline that reads Backlash for Meelios.

  "Turn it up," I tell Parker, but I don’t give him the time to do it. I snag the remote off his hands and turn up the volume, my unblinking eyes focused on the screen.

  "Governor Katherine Meelios is having a rough night," the newscaster says, an amused tone to his voice. "After a well-received speech in front of a crowd mostly composed of veterans, all was going well for the New York Governor when a microphone suddenly caught her off guard. Let’s see the footage," he nods at the camera, and then the screen pans to a packed conference room.

  My mother’s on the stage, shaking a few hands from the veterans that have come up on the stage, and then she leans toward one of her assistants and whispers something. Except her whisper isn’t really a whisper; the microphone in front of her picks up what she’s saying and the words echo throughout the room.

  "How long is this going to take?" she asks the assistant, smiling to the veteran that’s shaking her hand. "I’m tired of these idiots. I can’t stand all this Army stupidity," she continues, and then she snaps her head toward the microphone in front of her, realizing that it has amplified each and every one of her words. A loud and confused boo takes over the crowd, and then the image pans back to the newscaster.

  "Well, I guess we can put down Governor Meelios on the list of people having a worse day than us, right, Michelle?" he asks his co-presenter with an amused smile. "And now, let’s cut to the Puppy Fair taking place at the --" I turn the TV to mute and let the remote slip from my fingers and fall on the desk.

  "Oh my God…" I whisper, turning toward Parker. "Did you hear what I just heard?"

  "I did… And so did everyone else," Parker chuckles, pointing with his head at the door to his office. His staff’s whistling and clapping, almost as if they’re celebrating a home run from their favorite baseball team. Which, really, is pretty much what this feels like.

  My mother really fucked up this time. A faux pas like this won’t be easily resolved, and it’ll probably be enough to sink her bid to the Senate. Of all people, she had to go and pick on the veterans. I can probably imagine her in her hotel room right now, tearing her hair out as she replays the images I’ve just seen over and over again. I figure the guy in charge of the microphones is going to be on the hunt for a new job soon enough.

  "I hope this does it for her," I tell Parker, taking a deep breath and feeling as if someone has taken a heavy weight off my chest. If her faux pas ruins her bid, she’ll have to drop out, which means she won’t need to come after Parker and I anymore.

  "Well, we should probably keep our guard up all the same," Parker replies with an easy smile, and I can tell that some of the stress caused by this election has been lifted off of his shoulders.

  "I guess the road toward the Senate is going to be an easy one now," I say, getting up from my seat and closing the distance between Parker and I. I grab the hemline of my dress and, hiking it up just a few inches, I climb on top of him, straddling him. "Senator Trask… I like the sound of it."

  "You do, huh?" he whispers, his hands trailing down the side of my body and going over the curve of my ass.

  "I do…" I purr. "I can be your intern, Senator. And this particular intern would love to do her country a service and fuck her Senator," I continue, biting down on my lower lip teasingly.

  "I don’t think a Senator’s supposed to fuck his interns, Amy. Although I could make an exception for you," he says, squeezing my ass cheeks.

  "It’s not like you have any choice, Senator Daddy," I continue, placing one hand on his chest and letting my fingers trail down to his crotch. I grab his cock over his dress pants and, squeezing it, I lean in and nibble at Parker’s lower lip. "Let’s do something different tonight. Let’s celebrate."

  "What do you have in mind?"

  "Have you ever heard of Python?" I ask him, a wicked grin on my lips. I haven’t been to Python, a club where women’s dreams come true, in ages… And it seems like the perfect place for a celebration. Although it’s not like we can go there without drawing unwanted attention.

  "Heard of it? I used to work there, Amy," Parker replies, sliding one hand up my leg and under the hemline of my tight-fitting dress. "Back in the day with my buddy Aidan Stone."

  "Worked there…?" I ask him with one arched eyebrow, holding my breath as I feel him flattening the palm of his hand over my thong.

  "Yes, I used to moonlight there when Python was still in Queens." He presses his hand hard against my pussy, and I let out a soft quivering moan.

  "Are you going to take me there?" I grin again, fully knowing that this is nothing more than a fantasy. It’s not like we can simply stroll inside Python’s in the middle of a Senate race. The media would crucify us, and that’d give my mother another shot at winning. Still, it’s fun to fantasize.

  "You know we can’t," he whispers, looking straight into my eyes. "Which is a fucking shame."

  "Well," I start, going up to my feet and patting down the front of my dress, "at least we agree on that. But now," I bend over, showing him cleavage while I give his cock another squeeze, "I must head home and read through all these documents for tomorrow."

  "Stay," he whispers, and I just know that if I stay one more minute inside his office that we’re going to end up fucking. Which would be perfect if I didn’t have a Mount Everest of legal briefings to read through tonight.

  "I can’t," I tell him, turning my back to him and picking up the documents from the desk, stuffing them inside my messenger bag. "But you can rest assured that I’ll spend the night thinking of you."

  "That makes two of us," he whispers as I leave his office, throwing him one wicked smile. He replies with a smile of his own, and something in it tells me that the gears inside his head have already started to turn.

  You don’t get a man hard and then leave without suffering the consequences.

  And I can’t wait for that.

  Amy

  Ever since Mom’s dropping the ball, it seems Parker’s campaign has spiraled into a workaholic’s wet dream. We’re trying to capitalize on my mother’s mistake, and that means we leave no stone unturned. We aren't leaving any holes in our armor.

  Of course, I also know that the Achilles’ heel in Parker’s campaign is… well, me. And that’s exactly why I’ve been working harder than everyone else on the staff. I want Parker to succeed, and I’ll do my best to see that happen. My mother may have forced me into this, but I’ve given up on being her spy long ago.

  Still, even though everyone is ecstatic about her mistake at the veteran’s convention, I can’t help but worry. What if, instead of simply rolling over and accepting defeat, she decides to go on the offensive? When dealing with my mother, Governor Meelios, you can always expect the unexpected.

  "Alright, one more briefing and I’m done…" I whisper to myself, grabbing one of the folders in front of me and putting it on top of my laptop’s keyboard. I’m about to open it when I hear someone knocking at my door. One quick glance at my cellphone tells me it’s already 7 pm, which means it’s probably Parker at the door.

  We agreed to have dinner at my place today, and that explains the La Perla lingerie I’m wearing right now—a red lace bra and matching thong, both these pieces hiding underneath a tight fitting (and very revealing) dress.

  "Right on time…" I say as I open the door, but I trail off as I notice that Parker isn’t alone. Standing by his side are two men almost as tall as him, both of them wearing dark suits and skinny ties. What really surprises me about them isn’t that they seem to be two perfect specimens, as
well-built as Parker, but the fact that they’re wearing masks—one of them black, the other white.

  "Since we can’t go to Python, I brought Python to you," Parker says, showing me his irresistible smile. I take one step back, allowing the three of them in without saying a word. I mean, what can you say when three perfect men show up at your apartment, all of them ready to give you the night of your life?

  "You’re one of a kind," I simply whisper, my eyes darting from him to the masked men.

  "Anything for you," he whispers back at me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me into him. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine, and I surrender to his kiss just like that. "Now let’s get you out of that dress," he continues, pulling back from me and running both his hands up the side of my body. His fingers go up to my shoulders, and then he pushes the straps of my dress to the side, allowing them to droop over my arms. The two men come up to me then and, one of them by my right side and the other on the left one, they grab at my dress and yank on it, pushing it down until it becomes just a bundle of bunched up fabric around my ankles.

  "Fuck, you look amazing," Parker breathes out, taking one step back as his eyes wander up and down my half-naked body.

  "Anything for you," I repeat his words from before as I step out from my dress, my pussy growing wetter each time my heart beats. I’ve heard about the legendary Python nights, where masked men use and abuse you, soaking you with pleasure until all that’s left is pure exhaustion… But I’ve never had the courage to sign up for something as crazy as that. I mean, to go up on stage and allow a bunch of masked men to fuck me silly? I’m crazy, but not that crazy. Although now, with three handsome men in my apartment… Well, how can I say no to this?

  "What happens now?" I ask Parker, my heart beating faster and faster with each passing second.

  "Now you’re going to have the best night of your life," Parker grins, his hands back on my hips. He pushes me back until I’m against the wall, and then he grabs my wrists, pinning my arms over my head and against the wall.

  The masked men follow after us and then they both kneel at my feet, one on either side of my body, their hands climbing up my legs all the way to my inner thighs. Parker’s right, this is probably going to be the best night of my entire life.

  "A wicked night for a wicked girl," Parker whispers, resting his lips on my neck and kissing my skin in an upward line until his mouth is on mine once more. While he kisses me, his hands go around my waist, his fingertips on my lower back, and then he slides them up to my shoulder blades. There, he finds the clasp on my bra and unhooks it.

  "Much better," he says, his mouth now sliding down my chin and neck, all the way toward my cleavage. There, he grabs at my bra with his teeth and pulls on it, its straps sliding down my arms in a hurry. With a grin, he lets go of the bra and it floats down to the floor, Parker’s hands darting to my naked tits at the same time.

  He squeezes them eagerly, my flesh shifting under his touch, and then wraps his lips around my left nipple. He sucks on it hard, forcing me to release a loud moan; at the same time, the masked men caress my inner thighs, their fingers dangerously close to my wet thong. Perhaps feeling me ready, they finally go for it, pressing their hands between my thighs harshly.

  "Oh, God," I purr, my brain struggling to process everything that’s happening right now. Parker’s devouring my right nipple, one hand of his squeezing my left breast, and now I have a set of hands pressing on my pussy and massaging it. My poor brain doesn’t even know what it should focus on right now. Oh, if all problems were like this the world would be a much better place, wouldn’t you say?

  "Feels good, doesn’t it? And we’re just getting started," he tells me, looking straight into my eyes and flattening his free hand over my stomach. He runs it down slowly until it meets the hem of my thong, and then he lets his fingers slide under the fabric. The masked men take their hands off me as Parker cups my pussy, his long fingers pressing against my soaked folds, and I let out a yelp of pleasure.

  Curling his hand, he caresses my pussy lips with his middle finger, moving it up and down the length of my wetness. I hold my breath as he does it, my heart drumming a song of crazed lust inside my chest, and then I feel the masked men hooking their fingers on my outer thigh, grabbing at my thong and pulling it down my legs. I kick it off once it reaches my ankles, and then flatten my back against the wall as Parker parts my pussy lips with his middle finger and starts sliding it in.

  I gasp as I feel his finger going in, only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. Every muscle in my body tenses up, almost as if they were turning into steel and concrete, and then Parker slides one more finger inside of me.

  The men in the white mask takes his hands up to my ass, squeezing both my cheeks harshly, and the one in the black mask reaches for my clit with two fingers, pressing down on it. Parker starts fingering me then, flicking his wrist at a steady pace and sliding his two fingers in and out of my pussy. Each time he touches my G-spot it feels as if I’m stepping on a live wire, electricity crawling inside my pussy and climbing up my spine.

  My head is pressed against the wall, my back arched as I let out moan after moan, my brain adrift in a sea of pleasure. And, just like Parker told me, they’re only getting started.

  "Oh, that’s… I… I’m going to… "I mumble, but I shut up real quick when my pussy starts tightening up around Parker’s fingers, my brain sending the order to unleash all endorphins available into my bloodstream. I throw my head back so hard that I might crack the wall, gritting my teeth and hissing through them as a violent orgasm rages inside me. "So good… So fucking good," I whisper, my voice heavy with ecstasy.

  "That was the warm-up," Parker replies, sliding his fingers out of my pussy and taking one step back. As he does it, the two other men go up to their feet and move back, standing by Parker’s side. Closing my eyes, I let my wobbly legs buckle under my weight and allow my body to slide down the wall, sitting on the floor with a sigh.

  "I was going to tell you to get on your knees… But it looks like you’re way ahead of me," Parker tells me, loosening the knot on his tie and then taking it out. The masked men mimic him, taking their ties off, and then they start unbuttoning their dress shirts, their fingers moving deftly and popping button after button.

  I kneel under Parker and the masked men, looking up at them as wild anticipation makes my heart beat so fast it might explode. My pussy is so wet right now that I feel my juices dripping down my thighs and onto the floor, pooling there under my naked body.

  Oh, this is going to be fun.

  I reach for Parker, un-tucking his shirt as he unbuttons it, and then I just tug on it. The shirt drops down from his shoulders and caresses his biceps on the way down before finally floating all the way to the floor. Still mirroring Parker, the other two men take their shirts off and throw then behind their backs, and I feel a knot in my stomach as I take a good hard look at their naked chests.

  A perfect wall of abs covers both of their stomachs, and cords of muscles lace their arms and shoulders, bulging as they move. They don’t look like bodybuilders—gigantic muscle and no real substance—but instead like rugged soldiers, ready to kick ass in some foreign war zone… or Hollywood set. Either way, they look completely ready to lick.

  Instinct kicking in, I reach for the masked men with my hands, grabbing their belts and unbuckling them in a hurry. I pull them free and out from their loops, and then I let them fall from my fingers as I turn my attention toward Parker. I reach for his belt as well, but I do it slowly now, looking up at him and locking my eyes on his, I unbuckle his belt and then pull down his zipper, opening my hand and pressing it over his boxer briefs against the already hard shape hiding under the soft fabric.

  "Can you take this, Amy? The three of us?" Parker asks me, a devilish grin making his face shine like a beacon. I see him distribute condoms to each of the men.

  "Use them before you go inside of her," he says to them and they nod,
having them ready.

  "The real question is… Can you guys take me?" I shoot right back, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and sending them down his legs. His cock springs free at once, long and thick and majestic, and I have to restrain myself from simply diving into it and taking it into my mouth.

  "We’ll see about that, won’t we?" Parker responds, with that wicked grin still on his face as he kicks off his shoes and steps out from his pants and boxers. I look at the masked men, swallowing hard as they take their pants off, their hard cocks straining against their underwear.

  "Don’t be shy now," I whisper, a sudden surge of confidence taking over me. I raise my hands and, grabbing at the boxers the masked men are still wearing, I yank them down at the same time. I feel my jaw dropping slightly as their huge cocks jump free, thick and veiny and more than ready to unleash hell upon my body. It seems that the men working at Python are really hand-picked, even though their cocks aren’t as gigantic as Parker’s, they’re the biggest ones I’ve ever seen. Ten inches long? Eleven inches long? How about insane-inches long? Yeah, that describes it.

  Taking a deep breath, I curl my fingers around the masked men’s cocks and, at the same time, I lean forward and part my lips. My eyelids droop as I feel the tip of Parker’s cock brushing against my open mouth, and that’s when I start moving both my arms, stroking the two cocks in my hands as I roll my lips down Parker’s shaft.

  I start slow and gentle, but that doesn’t last long. It’s impossible to go slow or gentle when there are three perfect naked men towering over you, don’t you think? Especially when their cocks are as huge as theirs.

  My hands fly back and forth over their cocks, and my mouth moves at the same urgent pace, devouring every single inch of Parker’s cock as if I needed to do it in order to survive.

  "Now this is a sight," I hear Parker’s voice say, and I open my eyes to look up at him. He’s looking down at me as if he’s in a trance, one eternal smile etched on his lips. Resting both his hands on my head, he forces me to stop moving and starts rocking his hips, taking all control away from me. Holding my head in place, he thrusts harshly, fucking my mouth as I keep on stroking the masked men.