by Jade Sinner
Though my eyes are fixed on his, I tear them away quickly to scan the pool deck. “What about...?”
“What, Lace? What about the staff? What about people seeing us together?”
“Yes.”
“If I have my way, you’ll be the most beautiful bride and mother in the world, and knowing the damn press, your picture will be on every magazine. As long as every fucker out there knows you’re mine, that I alone have you, I’m fine with that. What about you?”
Was that a proposal? I wasn’t sure. I knew I didn’t want to jinx it.
“Yes, Uncle Max, I’m great with that.”
I never knew I could cum so many times. I’m not sure why Uncle Max told me to put my bathing suit back on. Because once we were in the pool, I spent the entire time with my legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers in my cunt.
God, he has magical fingers and a magical tongue...and now I’m going to find out about his cock.
I let go of Uncle Max’s hand as we reach the door to his suite.
“Lace, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
His lips slide into a grin. “You’ve snuck in here? You’ve watched me shower?”
Bashfully I nod.
Uncle Max’s eyes sparkle. “Tonight is about fucking, but I see a spanking in your future. I think spying is a punishable offense.”
Why did that suddenly sound hot?
“Lace, I’m going to ask you this one more time,” Uncle Max says as he closes the outer door to his suite. The lock clicks, assuring no one would spy on us like I’d done to him. “I plan to make you mine in every way. Tell me now if you don’t want that.”
Though my throat feels suddenly dry, I swallow, square my shoulders, and recall the power I felt as I stroked his cock and made his head wobble. “I want it...all.”
Uncle Max takes a step closer, forcing me to back up. As he closes in step by step, my heart rate quickens until his broad chest collides with mine, moving me backward until my legs hit the side of the bed.
His voice is low, the tenor rumbling deep into my soul. “Remember that you said that. It is the last decision you get to make tonight.”
“It is?”
His lips brushed mine. “My beautiful Lace, I’m going to do my best to be gentle with you. I want your first time to be special.”
The swim trunks Uncle Max had worn during our swim are now dry, but they do even less than the jeans had done to hide his erection. How could they? There is no hiding a cock as big as his, not when it wants to come out to play.
I bravely reach for his dick, rubbing the heel of my palm over the protruding budge. “I know you said I don’t get any more decisions.” My tongue darted to my lip. “But if I did, I’d say don’t.”
“Don’t?” he asked.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve imagined this.” My hand continued to rub. “I want it.”
Four quick pulls of tiny strings and my bathing suit falls to the floor, leaving me totally bare. With one more step, I’m lying back on Uncle Max’s large king-sized bed. Spreading my legs, he kneels between my thighs. “One more taste. My tongue gets one more taste before my cock picks that ripe cherry.”
She doesn’t want it gentle?
My mind is a blur of possibilities. Could she really be the woman of my dreams, right here in front of me all of this time? I inhale her scent.
Right under my nose?
I grin.
I thought it before. Now I know it! Lacy is mine. She was sent to me for a reason.
“Legs up on the mattress,” I say, as I lift her ankles, exposing her pussy. Pulling Lacy closer to the edge, I see her two holes, both waiting, wanting, pulsating with need. “You’re fucking drenched.” I can’t keep the smile from my voice. Seeing her there, cum dripping from her cunt, lubricating her asshole. There’s no doubt—she is perfect.
“You’re going to cum all over my face and then I’m going to let my cock join the party. I’ll take it slow at first. I want you to get used to me, to my size. But once you do, Lace, baby, you’ll be screaming my name.”
Her tits rise and fall with her shallow breaths.
“I’ll be crying uncle?” she asks with a quick-witted grin.
“Yes, baby, but I’m not stopping.”
I don’t hesitate another moment as I straighten my back, lean over her, and suck one of her hard nipples, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. I’ve dreamt about these fucking tits. I’ve imagined the way they’d fit in my hand. Having the pebbled nipple in my mouth is better than anything I’d imagined. Like the little slut she can be with me, as I want her comfortable enough to be with me, Lacy arches her back, pushing her tits toward me. Just before releasing it, I bite down. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to break the skin.
“Oh!” she squeals. “Fuck!”
“That’s right, Lace, we’re gonna fuck.”
“You bit me.”
“Yes. You’re mine and every time you see one of my marks, you’ll remember that.”
Lacy reaches for my head and twisting her fingers through my hair, pulls me back to her tits. “Mark me. I’m yours.”
Fuck yes, she is. After giving each tit its needed attention I lean back, taking in the beauty of her cunt. Lacy’s head tilts back, exposing her long slender neck and I begin my post-dinner meal. Whatever the staff made, whatever we ate by candlelight on the pool’s deck is forgotten. I can’t get enough of her scent and taste. It’s like a fucking ice cream festival, except her cream is warm and sweeter than any damn Baskin and Robbins.
As Lacy’s hips writhe, pushing her harder against my tongue, I purposely rub the scruff of my tight beard over her thighs. More marks. Tomorrow when she walks, she’ll remember what we did. She’ll remember every whine and whimper as I mark and bring her to orgasm again and again.
Lacy’s toes curl as her fists grip the covers. I add my fingers to the mix, taking her cum and circling her tight hole. By the way she stiffens, I know this is new, something she’s never done, even to herself.
I like that. I fucking love being the first one to touch her here, the first one to stick my finger in her ass.
“Uncle!” she yells, as I inch one finger inside of her.
With my warm breath over her wet cunt, I laugh. “Baby, relax. My cock’s a lot bigger than that. Let me make it good.”
I sense her muscles relaxing as I up the assault to two fingers, in and out past the tight ring of muscles. My fingers and tongue create the rhythm. Before long, her hips rock to the same beat. Higher and higher I take her, until I bite her clit, pinching it just enough to send her over the edge.
Holy fucking shit. She squirts as I lap her cum. Over and over, I slurp and drink, taking her all in.
The pressure in my bathing suit is too much. “Scoot up on the bed more,” I direct her.
With her eyes closed, she says, “I-I don’t think I can move.”
I shake my head. “Oh, no. Lace, this night has only begun.”
With my suit now on the floor with Lacy’s, I help her move up until her head is on my pillows, her gorgeous blonde hair creates a halo as she stares at me with her beautiful turquoise eyes. I crawl over her, my knees spreading her legs wider and wider.
With my chest on hers and my arms beside her face, I line the crown of my cock against her pussy’s entrance. “Reach for my cock, Lace. Grab a hold and take it to you, guide it.”
She doesn’t hesitate as the warmth of her fingers surrounds me, sending shockwaves from my cock to my brain. I fucking need to be in her, but I want her to have some control.
“That’s it, Lace, move your hips.”
“A-are you sure it’ll fit?”
“I’m sure, baby,” I say as she takes just the tip inside of her. Her cum makes her slick, perfect as I glide just a little inside.
“Move with me.”
Inch by inch, we move together. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything this ama
zing. I can’t even fathom what it will be like to fuck her ass. In and out. I watch her face as she adjusts to my size, slowly allowing her cunt to stretch. When I meet resistance, I know I’m there.
“Lace, this will hurt for only a second.”
She nods, understanding what I’m saying. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I thrust, picking her cherry and burying myself in the glove of her warm, wet, virginal cunt.
“Are you OK?” I ask, wiping a tear from her cheek.
She nods again. “Keep moving. I like when I feel you.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel me.”
I try to move slow, try to take it easy, even though she told me not to. But I can’t. She is too fucking wet, too tight, too perfect. My cock is in heaven and the friction is beyond anything I’ve ever known.
In and out.
I reach between us and circle her clit. Within seconds, the added attention has my Lacy convulsing around me. Her pussy milks me as sweat covers her skin and she screams my name.
“Oh, fuck! Uncle Max!”
I don’t stop. I can’t. I keep moving—no more gentle. I’m slamming into her, my full length splitting her open. By the way her nails bite into my shoulders and her back arches, by the way her lips create a combination of ‘Ohs’ and ‘Ahs,’ I know she’s as into it as I am.
I look down to where we’re connected. It’s a beautiful sight. With each thrust out, I see my cock covered in her cum and cherry coating. With each thrust in, it’s as if we were meant to be one. The more and more I drive, in and out, the more she responds, riding the wave to the precipice. And then for the third time since we entered my suite, she begins to stiffen.
“This time, we’re cumming together. Get ready,” I say, feeling my own pressure build.
“Fuck!” I roar as my cock explodes, filling Lace with my cum.
After a few more grunts, I collapse on top of her and my dick continues to spurt and convulse. I don’t want to move or take it out. I know I didn’t use protection. I also doubt she’s on birth control. And I don’t give a fuck.
Three years ago we lost our family.
Now it’s time to start again.
I’m ready to have what we lost.
Lace and I are family—we always have been. Now it will be more.
Besides, the beautiful, exhausted woman below me is mine to have.
I’m taking all of her.
I can’t get enough of my wife. It isn’t right or maybe even healthy, but all I want to do is be with her, or more accurately, inside of her.
On all fours, Lacy wiggles her ass at me and shoots me that sexy grin, the one with the shimmer in her striking eyes. The shimmer that is even brighter than that from the huge-ass diamond on her left hand.
How can I resist her, in the middle of our bed, her thighs still slick from our first round? This time she doesn’t want me in her pussy and I’m happy to oblige. Since we found out that she’s carrying our baby, her sexual appetite has been ravenous. Almost as insatiable as her desire for food.
The first thing every morning, we go at it. Sometimes, if she wakes before me, I wake to the sensation of her straddling my hips and guiding my morning erection home. It’s not that I’m complaining.
I’m not.
There’s nothing better than waking to a warm, wet cunt strangling your cock and full, growing-by-the-day tits swinging in your face. It’s better than any fucking alarm clock out there.
This isn’t morning, and as I take her cum and lubricate my cock, it isn’t her warm pussy I’m about to have. I’d told her from the beginning that I wanted all of her, every hole, but I never imagined how in tune she’d be with the whole idea.
From the first time I took her in the ass and she came harder than she’d ever cum, my Lace can’t get enough. Whether it’s taking her pussy, her ass, or between her lips, my cock is always ready for the workout, always ready to elicit the moans and whimpers, the copious amounts of cum that tell me she’s eager, she’s enjoying herself, and she’s satisfied.
I’m sure our lives will change when our little one arrives. That’s alright. I’m not worried. Since I took what is mine—my Lace—since we made it legal with the whole big extravagant wedding, and now with a little Bishop on the way, I know having Lace beside me, under me, or around my cock, is where she belongs.
Lace is mine to have and for the rest of our lives that’s what I plan to do.
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Publishing on July 14, 2016
People try to keep their information secret, but they don’t succeed.
She didn’t.
She’s in the public eye, available to everyone with the flip of a switch. Turn on the TV and there she is—Erika fucking Ellis. She should have known better, have been more careful. She should have taken precautions.
She didn’t.
Her carelessness pisses me off, infuriates me. Yet without it, where would we be?
She let down her guard and spoke without thinking.
Obtaining bits and pieces of her life story takes time, but as my cock aches for her pussy, I know the patience will be worth the reward. The process isn’t difficult. It’s as simple as standing near her in the coffee shop line.
“Name for the order?” the barista asks.
Suddenly her name is not only announced, but written across her cup.
“Telephone number?” the man at the dry cleaner’s asks.
There it is.
Seven digits that open a wealth of information.
The rest is easy. An Internet search, not even one as comprehensive as done by law enforcement, and much of her information is at my fingertips, just like her hard nipples will soon be.
I dig more.
“Ma’am, can you confirm your date of birth?” With a slight change to my voice, I become a telemarketer in need of confirming her account.
Simple questions that in her preoccupied world she answers without thought. Her recklessness is her downfall, and while I appreciate it, I plan to punish her for it. If I could learn all of this, so could anyone—someone, another man. That thought fills me with rage propelling my blood downward, away from rational thought, and straight to my dick. It’s painfully hard with the need to take her, mark her, and make her mine. After all, she is. She always has been. I just need to make her accept it.
My cock stays perpetually hard as I patiently plan—day after day, week after week—following, listening, and paying attention. Most of the time she doesn’t even notice me. The way she often ignores me, as if I’m not her future, present, and past, pushes my desire. I hang on every word, every opportunity. Sometimes she walks past me as if I’m not there but other times, she smiles and even says a word or two. I live for those moments, knowing there will be so many more in our future.
There isn’t any question in my mind. With every fiber of my body, I know she wants me too. When our eyes meet or we touch as she brushes past me in a crowded diner, I feel her desire. The connection, no matter how small, is like lightning, radiating off of her like heat from the sun, filling the air and causing my dick to swell.
In one such encounter, we stand face to face and her pink tongue darts to her lips. I understand what her words can’t say. It’s her silent acceptance of what will be. Soon, that tongue will dance with mine. Soon, it will lick my cum as she kneels at my feet.
I know her wants and needs. I’ve seen her accounts—the books she reads and the videos she watches on her Tumblr account. No wonder she sometimes seems aloof. She has desires and fantasies that have gone unfulfilled.
Her loneliness is about to end. But like everything in our future, the timing is up to me. I�
��m the only man for the job.
She’s a public figure, and it fucking pisses me off that she stars in other men’s wet dreams. It’s her perceived availability. But that’s all it is—a perception. She doesn’t belong to them, not to any of them. It’ll be my cum she showers in, and my cock that pounds into her tight, wet pussy. I’ll be the one to bind her and control her. No one else will take my woman to ecstasy. No one else will bring her desires to life—no one but me.
The first day she looked my way and spoke to me, the day our connection forged, I knew we were meant to be together. I’ve worked my way into her predictable world and yet she has no idea of my plans. Her combination of ignorance and arrogance fuels my desire. Erika thinks she has control, she thinks she calls the shots, but it’s an illusion. My cock threatens to explode as I envision what is in her future—in our future.
Staring through the lens at the screen before me, I watch as her tits bounce and her perfect white teeth shine surrounded by those full, glossy, red lips. My teeth clench at the sound of her laughter. How am I supposed to keep the camera steady as she giggles at something her co-anchor says? The man in makeup beside her is a prick. He doesn’t deserve her laughter or her words.
It isn’t a real laugh, I reassure myself. It’s part of her act, part of her TV personality. It’s simply for the cameras, for the audience. Her real rings of laughter, moans of desire, and screams of pain are for my ears only.
My chest fills with pride. I love that I’m the only one to hear those, and the only one to love her. Let the chorus begin.
“That’s a wrap,” Lonnie, the producer, says as his hand drops and the red lights fade from the multitude of cameras.
“Ms. Ellis, Ms. Ellis,” Jackie, Lonnie’s assistant, calls as she rushes past the cameras in my direction.
I can’t help but notice how the cameraman on camera three scowls at her as she calls my name.
“Yes, Jackie,” I answer as stagehands unclip my microphone, pull wires, and remove a small box from my waist. Sometimes it feels as if I’m bound by a million tethers as I sit appearing carefree, discussing the day’s events. If only they weren’t delicate wires, but unbreakable bindings.
