Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Oh fuck, love!” He growls and I know he likes it. I keep this up for a few more moments, as he spreads his legs wider so I can really grip his balls.

  “Do the two hands, baby,” he grunts, his hand on the back of my head as his hips thrust forward, seeking more of my mouth. He loves when I twist him like a pepper grinder, so I jack him hard this way while looking up at him.

  Derrick gets some sort of kick out of watching his cock go in and out of my mouth, but when I look at him while doing it, it takes him to a whole different level.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” he bites out, as I stare up at him with watery eyes, from my gag reflex as he jams into the back of my throat.

  “Mmmm,” I hum while holding his tip at the back of my throat and he loses it from the vibration. Thick, creamy cum shoots out of his cock and I immediately cup his balls, massaging every drop out. His eyes are closed in pleasure while his hips continue to slowly surge forward, and his member spasms in my mouth.

  When he finally opens his eyes, I keep my gaze trained on him before gulping his spunk down, which always turns him on.

  Before I ever had sex I thought that after a man came his manhood would go limp, but not with Derrick. Even after cumming hard like he just did, he’s still standing tall, ready for more.

  “get up,” he orders and I do as I’m told. Before I know what’s happening, he’s bent me over the dining table, tapping my high heel with his foot to spread my legs. Running his fingers down my legs, he places long, wet kisses up my legs until reaching my ass, where he bites me roughly before soothing the pain with his tongue. The sensation is incredible, the sharp pain followed by the sensual massage with his mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans after sliding my panties down my legs.

  “You love sucking my cock,” he chuckles, and he’s right. It turns me on just as much as it does him. Well, maybe not just as much, but I get very wet every time I’m sucking him off.

  Moving his tongue in circles at my opening, he teases me as I did to him. It’s not as fun on this side of the game.

  “Please,” I beg, my pussy clenching in anticipation of the friction.

  Derrick pays me no mind, choosing instead to focus on my engorged clitoris, twirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before gently sucking, which sends me into a fit of moans. Sliding two fingers inside my sex, he begins to move them in and out as he sucks my clit in and out of his mouth at the same rhythm.

  My God, it feels amazing. My breasts are flat against the dining table, but I can feel the sensations in my nipples. Hell, I feel it everywhere! From my feet to my earlobes, this man just turns me into a wanton sex machine, craving my next orgasm at all times.

  “Yes!” I moan, shoving my ass towards him, desperate for more, faster, harder pressure.

  Derrick speeds the pace of his fingers and mouth, my body building rapidly from his movements. By now I know every sign, the climax always starts in my belly, a feeling of worry and anticipation that something big is happening. Then it rises, and my abdomen muscles tense as my body braces for the impending explosion.

  “Ahhhh!” I cry as the emotions pour out of me, my climax now forcing the lips of my sex to clench down on Derrick’ fingers, but they’re not what I want.

  I feel him standing behind me, and before I’ve even finished the stages of my release, his cock is filling me to perfection.

  “Yes, baby!” I yell as he surges deep inside me, my hands knocking all the dinnerware from the table as I grip the table cloth for leverage.

  “I know what you want, love,” Derrick groans, his thighs slapping into my ass with every collision.

  My body is in sensual overload, still experiencing aftershocks from my first orgasm as another begins to build in my belly.

  “Is everything okay, Sire?” There’s a call from the door after a brisk knock.

  “Don’t stop, baby!” I beg, not wanting to this amazing blend of pleasure and pain to be over.

  “Go away!” He yells over his shoulder, and it seems the servant gets the message.

  “I’ll never stop fucking you,” He growls, bending over so that his hard chest is flush against my back.

  “This is mine, Daphne. This pussy is mine,” he growls in my ears.

  “Yes!” I call out, my orgasm growing rapidly. I’d agree to just about anything under these conditions. He’s back in control and I’m his slave now.

  “Tell me it’s mine,” he grunts, grabbing a fistful of my hair so my head is pulled back.

  “It’s yours!” I yell, his hand in the small of my back, pressing hard so that my back is arched beyond belief.

  “Ahhh!” I call out. His cock is stretching me to my max, and his pace is off the charts as he slams into me over and over, my breathing completely out of whack.

  “Tell me!” He hollers before slapping my left cheek harshly.

  “It’s yours, Derrick! I’m yours!” I scream, my body surging backwards to meet him at every thrust, hungry for more of him as I chase my next orgasm.

  The worry has appeared in my stomach, my body knows another climax is coming, and it feels like this one will be even more intense.

  Gripping onto the edge of the table, I launch the lower half of my body backwards, bucking like a wild animal for more of him.

  “Fucking hell!” he yells as he slams into me, releasing my hair to hold onto my hips with both hands.

  Pulling me like a rag doll, he slides me on and off his rod as I hold onto the table for dear life.

  “You’re gonna cum with me,” he instructs but I’m lost in a chorus of moans.

  “Do you hear me, love? Don’t you fucking cum!” He hollers and I’m utterly confused because I don’t know how the hell he expects me to stop the explosion from happening.

  “Hold it!” He yells as if reading my mind.

  “Ahhh! I can’t!” I moan, my body on the brink of climaxing at any second.

  “Fuck!” He bites out before increasing his pace even further, ramming my front vaginal wall just the way I like it, over and over, again and again. I’m lost in ecstasy as I fight to hold back the release. Now I see why Derrick does this every time, the sensation as I fight to remain in control is almost as pleasurable as when I finally let go.

  “Just like this, baby!” He yells, his hips now rocking crazily, I know he’s close.

  “Derrick!” I cry his name out in pleasure, this is the best feeling in the world.

  “You feel fucking amazing, baby!” He groans, gripping my hips even tighter as his release builds.

  “Oh fuck!” I plead, losing control of my vibrations.

  “Almost!” He bites out the word, his cock slamming into me so fast my moans are inaudible.

  “Derrick!” I cry as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Now!” He yells, but I’ve already begun to descend into a spiral of intense ecstasy, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rattles me to my core.

  “I’m cumming for you, Daphne,” he groans just before he begins to spasm inside me, shooting another load of that creamy spunk.

  “Ohhh,” I sigh, as my legs buckle beneath me, but Derrick holds me up, his pelvis still rocking forward as he empties out.

  “Milk me, love,” he begs and I clench my pussy to squeeze his tip as he groans in delight.

  “Give it all to me, baby,” I say over my shoulder looking back at him as he’s lost in his own orgasmic high.

  “Oh fuck!” He growls when his hips finally stop, his climax.

  Together we sink to the floor panting as I fall into Derrick lap and he wraps his arms around me. There are broken plates and cups just feet from us on the other side of the table.

  “You got a little aggressive with the dinnerware,” he teases and we both laugh in unison before kissing deeply.

  “You make me very happy,” I say while staring into his eyes and if I’m not mistaken the Prince actually blushes a little.

  “You are my happ
iness, Daphne,” he begins before kissing me softly and continuing. “I didn’t know what happiness was until I saw you.”

  “I love you,” is all I can manage after something so sweet.

  “I love you too,” he says before kissing me passionately.

  “Now, should we redress and actually have dinner?” He jokes.

  “Were we really having dinner? I thought this was the entire plan,” I giggle while standing, my legs still a bit unsteady.

  “No, I’m just the appetizer, love” he assures me as he follows me to his feet and we help each other dress.

  To my surprise, the waiting staff don’t make mention of the disturbance, or the broken dishes. Derrick has arranged for a seven-course meal to be served for us, and we hold hands and kiss throughout the entire meal as the sun descends before us, covering the city in darkness. New York is one of the incredible places in the world that can get even more beautiful at night when the city lights up right before your eyes.

  Taking in that view with Derrick is the most romantic moment of my life. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’ve just had a mind shattering orgasm only minutes prior. We’re like two teenagers on a date, unable to keep our hands, lips, or feet off of each other, but somehow we make it through the dinner, which was absolutely delicious, before returning home together. That’s right, I call Derrick’ home my home now, and I’ve got no shame about it. And just as I promised him, he gets his opportunity to make sweet, slow, passionate love to me all night, well into the morning actually. This is definitely a celebration for the ages, one neither of us will soon forget.

  Abby Adams: Sinfully Good?

  I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...

  Get ready for another round of shenanigans, my fellow denizens of Gotham. Our spies just spotted Prince Derrick Blaine going to his final court appearance yesterday and trading some light words with the judge.

  In fact, the spies I have inside the courtroom told us that the judge was so pleased with the responsible behavior of the Prince – paying off all his fines and other amounts owed to the city as well as keeping himself out of all further trouble – that the Judge basically shot down any attempts by the District Attorney to keep the Prince’s feet to the fire.

  Afterwards, the Prince celebrated his lack of legal woes by booking the Top of the Rock at Rockefeller Center with his longtime girlfriend, Daphne Apple. My spies tell me that the two shared a candlelight dinner and drinks overlooking the city. Ooh la la.

  Speaking of intimate experiences, has anyone noticed a remarkable absence of our New York’s prodigal Prince from the strip clubs, nightclubs, bars and other places of ill repute that dot the city?

  “It’s gotten to the point where we had a Prince Blaine effect,” one nightclub owner tells me referring to the good old days and bemoaning the fact that his bottle service tab used to be at least 20% higher prior to the Prince’s antics on television that seemed to have started this turnaround. A few of the city’s – shall we say more exotic – entertainers have also complained to me privately, telling me of having to rework plans on their vacations or drug habits because the spigot from the Prince is drying up.

  So who’s getting the cheddar you ask? Well it’s actually kind of sweet – because the Prince according to our sources is actually doing a lot more philanthropy than he used to. And when we say used to, we actually mean none. That means the Prince is becoming a one-man philanthropy machine. If it needs help, it’s getting dough – from stray dogs, kids with learning disabilities, museums, foundations, universities, you name it. Which in the end benefits the city a whole lot more than singles pushed into G-strings and bottles of Christal…

  And there you have it folks, the Derrick Blaine is well on his way from transitioning from a toad to a Prince. You heard it here. And for all your Royal Watch news, you know where to find me. Until then, I’m Abigail Adams signing out. Keep your ears open, New York City…

  Alicia

  The sunlight tumbles into the bedroom with all the eagerness of a new day; I open my eyes and stretch my arms, a smile dawning on my lips as I feel Derrick’ body close to mine. I get up, dragging my feet across the room as I step out into the balcony and take a deep breath. New York is already alive, the atmosphere of the city adding a certain vibrancy to the air.

  I stretch again, yawning - I could get used to this kind of life, I really could. And I’m not talking about all the money or luxuries… No, what I’m talking about is something else. Before I even finish yawning, I feel his strong arms pulling me into his embrace.

  I didn’t even hear him get up, but it doesn’t matter... Is there anything better than having him close to me after I wake up? I can just close my eyes, savor the sun on my skin, and rest my hand against the hard muscles on his chest…Which is exactly what I do. I really can’t ask for more.

  His skin is warm and soft, and I simply don’t have it me to resist him - while he embraces me from behind, I let my hand wander to his stomach… I go lower then, feeling the hem of his boxer briefs with the tip of my fingers.

  Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? Why stop now?

  I slide my hand under his boxers and, before I even have the time to grab his cock, I already feel it hardening.

  “G’morning,” he says in a lazy tone, making me turn to him as he slides one hand down my side to the waist.

  “Good morning,” I reply, firmly grabbing his thick cock by the base as my lips curl upwards into a coy smile. “Did you dream of me?” I ask, tightening my grip on his pulsing member.

  “I’m always dreaming of you,” he says with a grin, his hand going around my waist and lodging itself between my thighs, right above my pussy. “Especially when I’m awake.”

  Pressing his long fingers over my pajama bottoms, Derrick grabs me by the ass with his other hand and pulls me into him fiercely. In less than a heartbeat I become wet and ready to go. Well, I mean, I’m always ready to go whenever I’m near him. Just look at him: every single inch of his body shouts sex and lust!

  He tugs on my short pajama bottoms, making them slide down my legs. I should be worried that I’m now standing half-naked on the balcony of an apartment that overlooks the whole city… But I don’t care. in an instant, he has his hand pressing over my soaked thong, rubbing my clit over the fabric. I bite my lower lip, squirming in place as my heart starts to race. God, I need to feel him inside of me.

  I take my hands to his neck and pull him into me, pressing my mouth against his; I push his boxers down frantically, his cock springing free and glorious, and I start grinding against it. I have to close my eyes as I feel his thickness rubbing against my pussy, the sweet pressure there almost driving me insane with desire. He pushes the small patch of fabric that covers me to the side and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing his cock by the root and guiding him where I truly need to feel him.

  With my fingers tightly curled around his cock, I brush his tip against my labia, softly swaying my hips from side to side. I’ve been awake for less than five minutes and I already have his cock on my pussy - I really can’t ask for more.

  Before I can even process what he’s doing, he cups my ass and, in a swift motion, lifts me up. I place both my arms over his neck as I cross my legs and hold him close, his thick glans pushing against my folds and slowly sliding inside of me. I close my eyes as I feel his long thickness straining against my inner walls, lazy waves of pleasure lapping at my still half-asleep mind.

  As his cock goes as deep as it can possibly go, he takes one big step forward and pins me against the wall. I open my eyes and, looking over his shoulder at the NY city skyline, I can’t help but allow my smile of pleasure to turn into a devious grin - not long ago I was just a virgin and now… Now here I am, having sex with a more than perfect man on an open balcony, where anyone with a good pair of binoculars can watch every single movement that we do. And the amazing thing is that I don’t even care about it.

  If anything, it only add
s to the thrill.

  I start to rock my hips, slightly moving back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me. I bite hard on my lower lip, each stroke of his like a nail of pleasure being hammered on my brain. The bustling sounds of the city fade away as he pounds me, his movements a silent symphony that overwhelms all of my senses. He keeps going like that until all of my thoughts simply vanish, my whole body a slave to the ecstasy he inflicts on me.

  Before I even know it, I’m burying my fingernails on his back, my pussy tightening around his cock as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I grit my teeth, clawing at the taut muscles on his back as I climax, every nerve ending in my body bursting into sweet flames of delight.

  He puts me down with a grin, the look on his eyes telling me that there’s more to come. But before he has the chance to do anything, I grab his hand and drag him inside the room. Of course, he only allows himself to be led when he wants to… As it is, he doesn’t even let me get him to the mattress: he pushes me against one of the bedroom walls, pressing his chest against my back. I put both hands on the wall and jut my ass at him, anticipating what’s to come.

  A hard moan bursts out of my lips as I feel him pressing his tip against my pussy, slowly sliding it inside of me once more. He starts slow and gentle, but soon enough his rhythm becomes wild and savage, his thighs slapping at my buttocks in a frenzy as he rams his cock deep inside of me without any kind of mercy. And, by God, do I love it!

  I don’t even realize what I’m doing as I grab his cock and make him pull out of me; I turn to him in a flash, grabbing his hair as I press my mouth against his, savoring his lips as if there wasn’t anything more important than it in the whole world. As fiercely as me, he grabs my hair and forces my head back; I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, one hand of his grabbing at my breasts over the top of my pajamas. Guided by instinct, I lift my arms up and he immediately responds by taking the shirt off of my body.