Falling for my Dirty Uncle: A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Fuck me, fuck me now…” I cry out, thrusting back at him once more. Grabbing my hips again, he starts to rub his glans up and down my pussy and then, with no warning whatsoever, he finally thrusts.

  The moment I feel his shaft sliding inside of me, my hands dart immediately to my pussy. As Mason starts to rock his hips, slapping my cheeks with his thighs, I start to rub my clit with two fingers. My eyes are closed and, still, bright lights are dancing in my eyes. Pleasure is raging through me like a wild river, and I can’t even think straight right now. All I know is that I need to reach the summit of ecstasy, and surrender myself to the onslaught of pleasure I’ll find there.

  “So… fucking… tight,” he says, getting one word out with each of his thrusts. Grinning wildly, I clench my insides and make my pussy tighten up around his shaft. He groans, his fingers digging into my hips, and starts to ram his cock even harder at me. Tightening up as I am, it almost hurts to have all of his length sliding in and out of me, but I don’t give up. No way. I keep pressuring his shaft as I rub my clit feverishly, and I only take my hand off of my pussy when the pressure inside of me becomes too much to bear.

  Grabbing the edge of the couch with both of my hands, my fingers curled so tight that my knuckles turn white, I thrust back against Mason and I explode. Pleasure’s dam bursts at once, and I’m flooded by a sensation so wild and sweet that I feel my consciousness fading away. Right now, I have no sense of self; I don’t know who I am, and I couldn’t care less.

  I’ve never been a religious girl, but what I’m feeling right now is proof enough that there’s a God. The pleasure that courses through me is so intense that it borders the mystical. This goes way beyond the physical realm. It’s transcendence. Enlightenment. Nirvana. I don’t care what you call it, but it’s beautiful.

  Almost unconscious, I finally collapse on the couch, sitting and leaning back against the leather. Towering over me, Mason remains right where he is. I open my eyes and, too exhausted to lift even a finger, I grin at him.

  “I want you to stroke yourself… I want you do it while looking at me and then… I want you to cover me with your cum,” I tell him, honey and wine in my voice. As if my words were a command, he grabs his cock at once and, losing no time, he starts to flick his wrist at a maddening speed. I look at his cock in a trance, my glazed eyes hypnotized by the movement of his hand.

  “Fuck,” he groans, and his muscles tense up at once. I look at his chest, biting on my lower lip as I see his muscles bulging, his abs a perfect wall of lust. And then he starts to cum.

  A long strand of cum shoots from the tip of his cock and hits me straight in the face. I grin as I feel the warmness of it against my face and I open my mouth, taking the next strand over my tongue. It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be brimming with his seed.

  “That’s it… Come for me…” I moan, semen cascading out of my mouth as I speak. He keeps on stroking as he cums, a river of his seed covering my face, neck, and tits. While his cock gives out its final spasms against his fingers, I grin wildly and, grabbing my own tits, start to smear his juices over my naked body. I take my hands down to my stomach, pushing the cum there, and then I go further down to my pussy. Trembling, I feel thick strands of his gooey warmness dripping down my folds; I look up at Mason and bite on my bottom lip. There’s no need for words; he goes down to his knees and, moving like a predator, he lunges at me.

  Wrapping his lips around my inner lips, he starts to suck on my pussy; then, when he has already licked me dry, he moves his tongue up my stomach and toward my tits, scooping his own cum in the process. Moving his mouth between my breasts, he only stops when his lips find my own.

  I place both my hands on his face and kiss him, our tongues dancing around one another as we swap his cum. I’ve never exactly been a saint or a prude, but I’ve never been this wicked… But with Mason, it just seems right. When I’m with him, everything seems right.

  “I love you so fucking much, baby girl” he whispers, a tender smile on his lips. His words are genuine and, just hearing him, I become as sure as I have ever been that nothing will ever again come between us. Whatever we have to do to make it work, I know we’ll do it. Whatever the cost.

  “I love you too… You’re my everything.” I smile and lean back against the couch, pulling Mason close to me. He sits by my side and, as I throw my head back, I simply close my eyes and hold his hand in mine.

  This is perfection.

  This is happiness.

  Mason

  I wake up as the rays of sun start to hit my eyes.

  I look over and smile.

  She's fucking beautiful. But right now, she's just a head with blonde hair peeking out from underneath the blankets.

  Jesus Christ we did some crazy shit last night.

  You remember I told you to take your fucking panties off? That they'd get wet?

  I hope you listened to me.

  No, I'm not going to check for you. Listen, after everything that went on with Lorna, the most I'm going to do is roll over like I'm doing now and run my hand over Becca's tight, smooth, squeezable ass.

  Fuck, her ass feels good. And I can tell that even in her sleep she's fucking enjoying it.

  She moans slightly. I'm probably giving baby girl a wet dream right now.

  Her body twitches ever so slightly and I pull myself closer to her.

  I'm a fucking animal. I'm guided by just one thought and desire right now. And that's to bring my naked body as close to hers as possible. To rub my cock against her. To please myself using her. Lust is guiding my thoughts. Carnal fury is starting to simmer in my brain.

  My cock starts to press against Becca's ass cheeks underneath the blanket and I pull my teeth back in a silent snarl.

  This girl does all sorts of fucked up things to me. I mean it. Look at me.

  Twenty-four hours ago I was the King of Wall Street. On top of a globe-girdling multinational corporation.

  Sure, technically I still am. But I know what's coming. I know where this is heading.

  I made my choice last night. And I chose Becca over Kane Price.

  Do I regret it at all in the morning?

  Absolutely not. I'll never regret the decision I made.

  So what? The Board of Directors fires me? Is that what you're worried about, Gorgeous?

  Well, guess what?

  I got enough fucking money that neither of us has to work ever again.

  Sure, I want to work. I want to be top dog. I want to be the fucking best at what I do.

  But it's not worth losing the girl I love over.

  The girl right now whose body is responding to my cock as it nestles inside her ass cheeks.

  She's grinding her hips against me in slow, circular movements.

  I feel the nerves on my tip start to burn. Her skin is so fucking soft and her flesh is so pliant that I could cum all over her ass right now if I kept on doing this long enough.

  Thinking about her ass guides my hands down to her cheeks and I squeeze.

  Becca slowly wakes up, coming to life. She turns her head back slightly and realizes the position she's in. She knows what's happening and without a word, she pushes back on me with greater precision.

  I run a finger over her lips.

  They're puffy and swollen with desire. She wants this just as bad as I do.

  Last night she was like a monster. She couldn't get enough.

  Becca grunts, and in a moment she's adjusted herself. We're not spooning anymore. She's turned over on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air, inviting me.

  I don't need to be asked twice.

  Just because I love her doesn't mean that I won't fuck her like a whore right now.

  I get on my knees and position my thick 12-inch cock over her slit.

  She feels the head part open her lips.

  "Fuck," she whimpers as my head stretches open her canal.

  "That's good, baby girl," I whisper and in one smooth motion I'm inside her.


  All fucking 12 inches.

  "Oh my God," Becca moans as I piston my cock inside and out of her slowly.

  I can afford to go slow.

  "I love it when you fuck me," she moans into her pillow.

  I continue to fuck her.

  "What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her.

  My cock is scraping against her walls, making her spasm involuntarily.

  "Daddy," she whimpers. "I love it when you fuck me, Daddy," she says.

  "That's a good girl," I say softly into her neck.

  My nose brushes against the small of her neck and I kiss her. I can smell her hair. It smells like roses. "Fuck, you're so sweet and innocent," I say to her.

  I can feel rather than see her smile into her pillow and she wiggles her ass a bit more.

  "But I'll be your whore, Daddy," she moans as my cock continues to stimulate her nerve clusters.

  "I've made you my fucking nympho," I grunt.

  "I love it, Daddy," she says with a drawl that I can tell is caused from the pleasure of my cock.

  I want her to be as dirty as she wants with me. To do the nastiest things with. Things that we'll never tell anyone else. But keep secret between us.

  I'll tell her every single fucking fantasy I have. And I'll make hers come true.

  She begins to push her ass up at me, meeting my thrusts.

  Fuck, I can't keep this going much longer if she does it. I thought I was satisfied from yesterday. But it's like she's my fucking drug.

  I mean, look at it. I've given up everything to be with her.

  And I'd do it all over again.

  Becca turns her head as much as she can to look at me. She can only manage from the side of her vision but her eyes are clouded with lust.

  "You're not supposed to do this to your baby girl," she says with a lascivious smile. "I want you to cum inside of me."

  "Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'll cum right now," I manage to say despite the fact that my nuts are starting to twist and my heart is beating rapidly.

  "Cum inside me now, Daddy," she moans as her eyes roll back into her head. I feel her body tremble and shake and her pussy walls grasp onto my cock and start squeezing it.

  Fuck, I'm being milked. And I can't take it anymore.

  I explode with the power of my seed, shooting deep inside of her.

  My vision blurs and I can't stop.

  Pleasure courses from the tip of my cock through my body as I keep pistoning in and out of Becca and she keeps meeting my thrusts with movement of her own.

  She can't stop either. Our muscles have begun to work involuntarily.

  The pleasure turns to shuddering. I've cum almost a quart of fucking cum into her and my nerves are raw. A few final strokes send shudders down my spine and I stop.

  Becca is sprawled on the bed again, breathing heavily.

  I pull out of her and join her.

  Immediately, my seed spills out of her. It's overflowing like a dam.

  I came so much. It's a wonder that she doesn't get...

  "Mason," Becca says, turning to me and cuddling against my chest. "I have something to tell you that I was going to tell you last night...before everything happened."

  I look at her. She can tell me anything she wants.

  "I'm here for you, baby girl," I tell her.

  She looks me in the eyes. Those wide, beautiful doe-eyes.

  "I'm pregnant," she says simply. I can tell her eyes are intently searching my face to see what my reaction is going to be.

  I mean, fuck, think about why she'd be worried, okay?

  Technically, I'm still fucking married to her mother, right? Can you imagine the headlines? King of Wall Street Impregnates Stepdaughter?

  But fuck the world.

  She may be worried, but I'm stunned.

  With fucking happiness.

  I grab hold of her and without saying anything pull her close to me and kiss her. Hard.

  "We're pregnant?" I ask. "We're fucking pregnant?"

  "Well, I am," she says, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at me.

  "Fucking brat," I say smiling.

  "Your wicked lil' brat, Daddy," she says, bringing our bedroom play out into the sunshine. "Always yours. Are you upset?"

  Why the fuck would I be upset? I hold her close to me and show her how not upset I am.

  "With everything you're going through right now, I didn't know," she says in between kisses.

  Here is where I pull back.

  "We're going to be okay," I tell her.

  She nods thoughtfully, both of our minds all of a sudden drifting off to work.

  "If only there was a way to show that Mom knows that Red Lion Aviation is a shady company..." Becca trails off.

  But I've already been thinking about this. Sure, I may have looked like I gave up and chose Becca last night.

  But you know I'm Mason fucking Kane. King of fucking Wall Street. I don't give up that fucking easily, Gorgeous.

  "What were you coming to tell me the other day at dinner?" I ask Becca softly. "Was it just to tell me about the baby?"

  Becca shakes her head. "I had more research I had done," she says. "I think it could help if we looked into it."

  That's what I thought. Baby girl is thorough and meticulous.

  "Email me that research," I tell her. "If it's like the last thing you found, I think we can begin to start connecting the dots."

  She nods thoughtfully. "You mean from the employee records?"

  I nod to her.

  You remember what I'm talking about, Gorgeous? Remember Becca found something on the employee records that Red Lion Aviation had to file with the government and showed me?

  I hadn't told you what that was yet right?

  Well, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.

  “Is everything going to be okay?” Becca asks me, her eyes wide. “You know, with the way you left Mom?”

  I shrug. “Lorna is most likely going to get her people to call a Non Confidence vote from the Board to throw me out,” I say calmly. “Say that with not investing in Red Lion and my outside antics I’m not fit to lead the firm.”

  She looks at me and I can see her beginning to wonder if this is because of her.

  “I have some tricks up my sleeve though, just in case,” I tell her. “Just get me the data, and if there’s a Board Meeting, make sure you make sure to be there.”

  “Where will you be?” she asks me.

  “I might be out finding the smoking gun,” I reply.

  Becca has just lifted her head off my chest and is looking at me. I can tell the time for serious talk is over.

  "But before I do anything, Mason Kane," she says with a mischievous smile. "I'm simply not going to let another minute pass without me getting a chance to suck that big, beautiful cock of yours."

  Yeah, Gorgeous, I don't think I'm going to be talking for a while. But I fucking promise. If what Becca found is important enough, you'll be the first to know.

  Becca's head approaches my chest and she starts to kiss her way down.

  I feel her body scraping against mine as she lowers herself.

  Fuck, it's going to be a good morning.

  MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  Breaking news today that has all of Wall Street talking.

  Allegations surfaced today of sexual impropriety on the part of Mason Kane, the beleaguered CEO of the embattled investment bank Kane Price. Amidst the allegations, the Board of Directors of Kane Price formally declared to hold a vote of No Confidence in Mason Kane, the founder and CEO of Kane Price.

  Kane Price shares tumbled in intraday trading, dropping as low as 30% before finishing the day lower 25%. Prices of a single share of Kane Price were at their 52-week low of the year.

  The No Confidence vote came on the heels, and many believe, spurred by a statement from Mr. Kane's current wife. The statement released by Lorna Lowell, the activist shareholder with the largest position in Kane Price after Mr. Kane hims
elf. In the statement that was released to the media as well as posted on her own official site as well as that of her law firm, the recently married wife of the CEO states that she will be seeking an annulment from their marriage, and barring that, a divorce.

  In the statement, she states unequivocally that Mason Kane expressed an unhealthy interest in her daughter, Rebecca Lowell. She asserts that on numerous occasions she had caught both Mr. Kane and her daughter in sexually compromising positions that violated the sanctity of her marriage vows.

  Ms. Lowell further goes on to state that she plans to bring about conclusive proof in divorce court should she be required to that these overtures by Mr. Kane were the result of his "bare knuckles" approach to dealing with her when the two disagreed on investment matters for the Firm. Ms. Lowell was made Chief Investment Counsel to the CEO less than three months ago. Almost immediately, the two began to clash on controversial investments and the future of Kane Price.

  Numerous insiders describe the situation inside Kane Price as two armed camps that are facing off against each other, with one side siding with Lorna Lowell and the investment direction she proposes, and the other sticking with Mr. Kane and the tried and true formula that he believes in.

  Mr. Kane has faced troubles before. Earlier in the year he was at the heart of a scandal after being filmed in a compromising sexual position with a television anchor, Stacy Sawyer. The video culminated with his ejaculation on live television.

  Investors and clients are naturally spooked by the turbulence at Kane Price and sources tell us that an outflow of money has already begun that will most likely get worse if the Board decides to remove Mr. Kane in it's No Confidence meeting scheduled four days from now.

  At this time, the only person who seems to be calm is Mason Kane himself. Reporters sought to gauge his pulse as he headed out of his One57 condo, but the CEO stated that he had no comment to give. Mr. Kane was last seen heading toward Peterborough Airport and many find it odd that he would leave New York City at a time like this rather than prepare for the meeting that will decide his fate as CEO.