Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.

  “You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…

  My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.

  Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.

  “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” he asks, his hands turning into claws as he pinches both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same time, it feels amazing.

  “Why don’t you tell me?” I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he says, applying more pressure with the tip of his fingers, “and I’m going to do it hard.” He’s pinching me so hard right now that I can’t even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and it feels like it’s beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry, my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can’t help but become even wetter. Fuck, Austin’s a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I know—one taste of him and you’re hooked.

  “I’m going to take your pussy,” he continues, letting go of one nipple and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, “and I’m going to make it mine. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next… Even if I never see you again,” he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my ear, “your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you’re going to know it.”

  Jesus fucking Christ, my fluids are running down my legs. I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man as much as I want—need—Austin right now. This man is a God, there’s no other way to say it. Even if you compare him to his male dancers back at Python, Austin is a breed apart, a King among kings, a God among gods.

  Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and forces my head back; at the same time, he presses so hard against my pussy that I can’t help but moan again.

  “You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he whispers again, the sound of his voice lulling me into a dream like state.

  “I am,” I simply say, my mind completely blank as the feeling of his hand on my pussy pushes all other thoughts and words to the fringes.

  “Yes, you are… And, just like I said… This is mine,” he growls, and them moves so fast that all I see is a blur: he takes his hand off of my pussy, turns me around and grabs my dress. Then, he pulls at the fabric so violently that I hear the fabric ripping as he pulls it off of my body. Standing here, only in my heels and thong, I feel my insides clenching. “Mine,” he repeats as he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, tugging harshly until the fabric simply tears. He throws it to the floor and then presses his hand against my naked pussy, a glint of hunger and savagery in his eyes.

  “Yours,” I find myself saying, my voice quivering as I feel his fingers against my drenched folds.

  “See? You act all tough, but in the end you just can’t fight it,” he tells me with a grin, running his index finger up and down the length of my pussy. “You want to be dominated, you just never met a man that could do it.”

  “I…” I start, stammering, but I close my mouth and fall into silence. He’s right; I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I’m aching to have him dominate me, to be treated like I’m his… To be fucked as if my pleasure is my life’s purpose. God, Austin’s so intoxicating that I can barely think straight right now.

  “Admit it,” he says, pressing his index fingertip over my clit and making my whole body tense up as high voltage pleasure runs to me.

  “I… It’s not… No --”

  “Say it,” he repeats, pressing even harder on my clit. I throw my head back, hitting the wall behind me, and grit my teeth.

  “No,” I hiss, closing my eyes as my brain seems to be frying inside my skull. I’m not going to submit this easily. I won’t. Other women might bend and fold, but that’s not me. He’s right, I do want to be broken and forced to submit, but I’m going to make him fight for it until the very last.

  “Stubborn, uh? I like that. It’s going to make it so much better when you start begging me.” The sound of his voice makes my skin prickle, his words like stabs of pleasure on my soul. If he keeps on insisting, I don’t know how much longer I can resist, I really don’t.

  Thankfully, he says nothing else and simply slides his middle finger inside my pussy, hooking it in me and curling it upward until his fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp as I feel him pressing there. He didn’t even need to probe or look for it—no, he went straight for that hidden spot inside of me, hitting it on his first shot even though we have never been together. It’s almost as if he knows my body even better than I do. He’s not even moving his hand; he’s simply pressing against my G-spot while circling my clit with one finger, rubbing it with soft but steady strokes. “Don’t--”, I start to say, but the rest of the words don’t even make it to my lips. I grit my teeth and moan through them, thunder and lightning hitting me all at once. A storm of ecstasy hits me at once, and every single muscle in my body tenses up and then relaxes as high voltage pleasure runs through and makes them twitch.

  “That’s just an appetizer,” Austin tells me, that delicious smile on his lips as he slides his finger out from my pussy. Before he slides it all the way out, I grab him by the wrist and stop him.

  “More,” I whisper, my voice so low it’s barely audible. But he smiles at me all the same, sliding his finger back in. Except this time, he doesn’t go for my G-spot—no, he turns his hand around, places his thumb over my clit and slides one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist back and forth, he starts to finger me with such a fury that a loud moan explodes in my voice.

  He keeps moving his fingers until I feel the tension building up inside my muscles once more, my insides burning as I feel the claws of ecstasy all over my body. I open my mouth to say something, but by the time my lips part, I have no idea what I was going to say. In my mind, one thought pushes all others away: I need him to fuck me. Like a mantra, that thought repeats itself over and over again inside my head, drowning the rational side of me.

  “Come, Destiny… Come for me, babe,” Austin whispers against my ear and, just like a bomb, I go off. An orgasm explodes inside of me with the intensity of a supernova, and I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

  “Fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming. Pleasure rages inside of me like a river after a flood, and my heart tightens up as I realize we’re still on the appetizers; we�
�re yet to move to the main course. As good as this might be, I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.

  Slowly, he slides his two fingers out of me and takes his hand off of my pussy. He raises his hand and takes it to my face; with a grin, he brushes his two wet fingertips over my lips. I react by instinct, opening my mouth and allowing him to slide his two fingers inside. As he pulls them back out, I suck them dry, shivering as my own fluids meshes with the flavor of his cock inside my mouth.

  “Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it. Then, he moves as fast as a leopard, placing one hand under one ass cheek and forcing me to lift my leg; at the same time, he presses his body against mine, grabbing his cock and angling it so that his cock is resting on my pussy. I push my hips against him, ready to have him inside of me, but he simply looks into my eyes and grins. “Beg,” he whispers, that simple word hitting me like a brick. I don’t beg, I have never begged… and I’m not going to do it.

  “No,” I say dryly, taking both my hands to his ass and trying to pull him in, forcing him to trust. But he remains still, frozen in place as the Devil’s grin burns on his face.

  “Then,” he starts and, still grabbing his cock, starts moving it up and down, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy, “you won’t get this.”

  “I will,” I hiss, “I will.” I repeat to myself, trying to fool myself that if I say it enough times he’ll end up doing it. But the fire in his eyes tells me that it won’t happen; no, he’s as stubborn as I am, and this is a battle of wills.

  “Then beg,” he says it again, and my hands turn into claws as I dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks, doing my best to force me into me. But all I manage to do is make him grin even more.

  “You beg,” I shoot back at him, my chest rising and falling as I start to run out of air, anticipation making my lungs collapse. Finally, he does something, but it’s not what I expect, he puts my leg down and then, grabbing me by the arm, pulls me off the wall and pushes me into the living room. I stumble and grab at the edge of his couch to steady myself; he’s on me before I can say anything, pulling me into him and forcing me to thrust my ass back. He places his cock in the space between my thighs and starts to slide his shaft over my drenched folds.

  “You’ll beg, babe,” he says, a deep certainty in his voice, “you just don’t know it yet.” He angles his cock up and, slightly thrusting, forces his cock to part my inner lips. I open my mouth and moan, my body tricked into believing he’s going to thrust, but he just keeps still, half of his cock inside of me as my pussy and mind boil at the same time. Oh, God, I can’t do this; I can’t resist it. I just can’t.

  “Fuck me, Austin, just fuck me already,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my face contorted in an expression of painful anticipation. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as I do now. I need it more than I need the air to breathe.

  “You know what you have to do,” he says, and I can feel the teasing tone in his words, victory permeating the sound of his voice. He knows he has already won. Fuck, I give up.

  “Fuck me, Austin, please. I need it, I need it bad,” I cry out, barely believing that I’m begging someone to fuck me. I’m begging! I've never done anything like this in my entire life, but now that I’ve begun I just can’t stop myself. “Please… I need you inside of me… I’ll do anything, I --”

  One thrust of his and I fall silent. I don’t even moan or scream; my mouth just hangs open as he pushes his shaft inside of me, his thickness straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel a scream inside of me, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is so intense that I can’t even bring myself to the point of screaming. I’m in a limbo, drifting between consciousness and the depths of irrationality. Even though I’m more than experienced when men are concerned, I never knew that a man’s cock could make me feel something quite like this.

  When his cock is deep inside of me, his long inches pushing back against my inner walls, Austin takes one hand to my stomach and slides it over to my right breast. Squeezing it softly, he leans in and whispers into my ear. “See? Not that hard, right?” And then he slides his cock out and then in again. He starts to thrust, first at a slow pace, but it grows in a hurry, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks seem to drown every other sound, and that’s everything that my brain can process... aside from how it feels to be completely filled by a massive cock, that is.

  Placing his free arm over my back, he forces me to go down and, placing my forearms across the edge of his couch, that’s exactly what I do. My back is arched and my legs are a straight line as I bend by the waist; it’s in that position that Austin places both his hands on my waist, hooking his fingers on my hips, and starts to pound me with such intensity that I’m afraid I might pass out. And no, I’m not exaggerating; what I’m feeling is so… so amazing, so intense, that it’s pushing me to the edges of what I thought was humanly possible. To feel this much pleasure should be a sin.

  “Fuck,” I hear him curse, the sound of his coming at me as if he’s miles away. “You’re so fucking tight,” he says, and I can’t help but smile at that. Even though I worked as a porn star, I still managed to remain as tight as a sweet innocent woman giving her first steps into the world of sex. Still, I wonder, for someone with a cock like his, every woman on Earth must feel tight.

  “It’s so… fucking… good…” I cry out as he keeps on ramming me with his cock, his thick shaft completely destroying. After he’s done with me, I doubt anyone will call my pussy tight ever again. “So fucking good!” I repeat, my brain not bothering to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.

  “It is,” he says, allowing one of his hands to fall between my thighs; he reaches for my clit with two fingers and, the moment he starts to rub me there, I come undone. This time I open my mouth and both my lungs and throat are back to working; I let out one violent scream that's shrill enough to shatter glass. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice, and the electric spasms of pleasure take over my muscles once more.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, a lock of hair already plastered to my forehead. Only when I open my eyes and take a deep breath, do I realize that I’m covered in sweat. My muscles are hurting, and both my lungs and heart feel as if I’ve stretched them to the limit. And, Christ, all I did was stand in place as Austin fucked me. “Fuck… What was this?”

  “This, babe,” he says, running one finger down my spine, “is what a real man does.” Modesty isn’t really his strongest virtue, but how could it be? When you’re a ripped god with a twelve-inch cock, modesty must seem like the most foreign of words.

  He slides his cock out of me and I stand up the moment it pops out of me. I turn on my heels, facing him, and then grab his hand; grinning at him, I guide him around the couch and then place both my hands on his chest and push him down. He smiles at me and lets himself go, sitting down; I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, placing both my knees by the side of his thighs.

  “Maybe it’s time you see what a real woman does, then,” I tell him, grabbing his cock and angling it toward my pussy. I lift my hips and, guiding his cock until his cock is once again touching my folds, I ease myself down. I bite down hard on my lip as I feel his long inches lodging themselves inside of me again, but I don’t stop until all twelve of them are in me.

  He places both his hands on my ass, but he doesn’t urge me to move. No, he wants me to take the lead… He wants to see what I’m capable of. And I’m going to show him.

  I start swaying my hips at a gentle rhythm but, just like he did, I quickly grow my rhythm into a frenzied blur of movement. I move so fast that large beads of sweat start dripping down my spine, more locks of hair becoming plastered to my forehead and cheeks. And still I keep pushing myself, using the last reserve of energy inside of my muscles to make him experience something no woman has ever managed to make him feel. He thinks he’ll hook me with sex? Once I’m done with him, he won’t be able to think of anyone else. He wants to own
my pussy? Well, let’s see how he likes it when I own his cock.

  I keep moving until my heart seems ready to give out, but instead of stopping, I simple change what I’m doing: I raise my knees from the couch and replace them with my feet. Now squatting over his cock, I start lowering myself and jumping up, fucking him at that same furious speed. My arms are resting over his shoulders, and our eyes are locked, there’s a fire rising where our gaze meets and, the more we look into one another, the more I realize I’ve never met a man quite like him. And I’m not just talking about the sex… No, it’s something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

  “Tired, babe?” he grins as I slow down my pace, my legs refusing to continue that insane rhythm. “I’ll take over,” he says and, grabbing me by the hips, pushes me to the side and lays me down on the couch. He follows after me, pressing his body down on top of mine, all this without even taking his cock out. I’m breathing so hard my lungs seem like they are about to explode, but I still want more; I lace my legs around his lower back and kick him gently with my heels, urging him to fuck me.

  “You ask, you get,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then starts to thrust. Remember when I told you that he was going fast? That was nothing compared to how he’s fucking me right now. I didn’t even know that a human being could move like this.

  “Oh, fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes as the pleasure that rages through my veins inundates my mind. I’m almost afraid of coming; I can already feel that it’s going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced before. “Fuck me… Hard… Hard…” I mumble, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent. He keeps his maddening rhythm until I’m about to snap, and then he somehow manages to go even harder. That does it.