by Blue, Gia
“More.” I whisper against his lips, breathe into him.
Luca releases me and sits back on his heels, tugs me up until my ass rests on the top of his thighs, cock still in my cunt. Strong hands grip my legs and yank me farther up, spearing me with his fat cock.
He pulls back and slams home hard, making my whole body shake, tits bouncing. “Like that, my little girl?”
“Harder, Daddy. More. Fuck my cunt.”
His hands tighten and then he’s fucking me in earnest. Pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer, the whole bed shaking, breasts jiggling with every thrust. It’s a hard, dirty fuck, pussy clenching and creaming all over his dick, balls slapping against my ass.
Luca shifts his grip, one hand going to my hip, fingers digging into my flesh. “I’m fucking.” Pump. “My fucking.” Slam. “Cunt.” Shove.
I reach between my legs, fingertips finding my clit with ease, but he shoves my hand away, his thumb taking my place, digging and pressing hard.
I grip the sheets, back bowed, taking whatever he gives me. I throw my head back, body tense like a bow, unable to think past the pleasure coursing through my veins, taking over every inch of me.
His thumb circles my clit, faster and faster with each pump, pushing and stroking my bundle of nerves, playing me like an instrument.
I’ve never been fucked like this. Never. High school guys have the stamina to play football for hours, but never fuck past a few minutes. Older guys think they know what the fuck they’re doing, but it’s just the fact that their stamina from old has caught up to the bedroom performances.
No.
Luca fucks me like an animal and knows what the fuck he’s doing. “You’re my cum-whore, aren’t you. No one else’s but mine. Say it.”
Talk? I can’t breathe. “Yours. Your whore, your slut. All yours, Daddy.”
He pinches my clit and I’m coming, every muscle tightening until I feel as if I’ll snap in half. I can’t figure out if it’s pleasure or pain, or a mixture of both, but I can’t keep my mouth shut, can’t stop the scream building in my chest, or the sob that slips from my throat.
The tremors don’t stop, don’t ebb. Just keep pouring through me like lava, hot and thick.
Luca pulls free of my cunt and I cry out, but within a moment, he flips me onto my hands and knees, moving me like a rag doll, and plunges back into my pussy, the quick pace returning.
One of his hands grips my shoulder, the other knots in my hair, pulling my head back. His hold lets him pull me into each of his thrusts and I feel as if he’s trying to crawl into me.
We move together, bodies connected, both of us reaching and crawling toward completion. It won’t take me much longer, his vicious thrusts and the bite of pain in my scalp are mixing to turn into a rough wave of bliss, crashing and slamming against my skin.
“You’re fucking cunt is mine, Angel.” His hips are slapping against my ass, pummeling me. “Mine.”
His breath is coming in short gasps, pace increasing, faster and faster he moves. I’m full and pinned, unable to do anything but take what he gives me, relish in being stuffed full of his fat cock.
I fucking love it.
“Come in my pussy. Please, Luca. Come for me.”
He slams into me again and again, short, shallow thrusts and it feels as if he swells inside my pussy, a hint of stretch before he finally roars, seals his hips to mine, our bodies moving as one. He doesn’t slip free of my heat, rocking with me, exhaling in quick bursts as he slows our movement.
Luca slips his hand free of my hair and releases my shoulder, palms skimming my back as he moves from leaning over me. He pets my hips, both of us rocking back and forth as we catch our breath, ease down from our high.
His cum is slithering a wet path down my thighs, reminding me of the fact that there’s nothing between us. This is the first time I’ve done it without a condom. Ever.
And I want it again. Every day. Twice a day.
He’s softening in my pussy, relaxing after our furious fucking. I don’t want to release him, want him to stay connected to me. But he eases free of me and flops onto the bed. His arm slips around my waist and he pulls me close, tucking my head against his shoulder, tugging my leg across his hips and petting my outer thigh. I snuggle up to his, rub my pussy along his still jean-clad leg. God, he didn’t even get naked.
He kisses my temple, lips lingering. “We’ll go slow next time. Nice and sweet.”
I hum against his chest, brush my cheek along the coarse hair peppering his pecs. I don’t think I can talk just yet.
His touch strays to my ass, squeezing the globe, kneading my flesh. “You’re my dirty little Angel, aren’t you?”
I nod and rock my hips against his thigh, enjoying the rough scratch of the jeans against my pussy. Already I’m ready to go again, ready for whatever he wants to throw my way.
Luca tightens his grip, spreads my cheeks and his fingertips brush my back hole. “At least, until I can get your Uncle Domani to join us.”
“Oh, Daddy...please.” Because, yeah, I’m not just Angel...I’m his dirty little Angel.
The End
Their Angel
A sharp slap to my ass brings me from half-awake to alert, the zip of pain forcing my eyes open as I glare at my daddy.
“Come on, Angel. Time to get going.”
With a huff, I bury my face in my pillow and stretch my body, easing the aches he’d caused the night before. I roll over and watch him get dressed, pull on his slacks and slip into his dress shirt.
He’s my daddy, my ex-stepdad, anyway, and lover.
God is he ever a lover.
“Luca…” I’m whining. He’d fucked me six ways to Sunday last night, and I’m exhausted. Sated, but exhausted.
He comes closer, leans over me, those gorgeous brown eyes just seeming to bore into mine as he lowers his head and brushes his lips across mine. “Come on, baby. You’ve got Uncle Domani coming to dinner today, remember?”
My pussy is worn out from last night, but that doesn’t keep it from heating, growing heavy and aching at the thought of my uncle.
Technically, he’s my ex-stepuncle, but it turns me on to think of him as Uncle Domani. He’s bigger than my daddy, broader shoulders and more bulky. He also has a huge cock. At least, I think it is. The man sure knows how to fill out some jeans.
I shudder, the idea of being filled by him, taking control of my body. With a flick of my wrist, I toss the blanket aside and crawl from the bed, naked as the day I was born.
Luca pulls me close, aligns my nude form to his clothed body, and drops a hand to my ass, squeezing the plump mound. “I take it you’re happy he’s coming over?”
I snuggle closer, inhale his masculine scent, revel in being close to him. I love my daddy. No question. But I want my uncle. God, I want my uncle.
“Oh, Daddy…” I whisper against his chest, rub my cheek over the crisp white shirt. “I just want him to fuck me, Daddy.”
His cock twitches in his slacks, filling and hardening against my hip. “Minx.” He slaps my ass, gripping and kneading the cheek while he grinds his dick against me. “Why do you do this to me?”
He’s growling and rough as he shoves me back toward the bed. I land with a bounce and smile, pussy getting wetter by the moment, hurting and just begging to be filled by his prick.
Luca doesn’t even strip off his clothes, just unzips and pulls out his hard shaft, strokes it a few times before he kneels on the bed. I crawl back, lying down and preparing myself for him, but he flips me onto my stomach, smacking my butt once I’m in position.
Rear up, I moan when he traces the crack of my ass, fingers sliding along my slit. “Fuck me, Daddy.” Another slap, and I moan, pussy clenching and wanting.
Cloth-covered legs align with mine, the blunt head of his dick teases my cunt. “You sure it’s Daddy you want, Angel? Don’t you want your Uncle Domani?”
God, that just pushes my arousal higher, the naughty, dirty tho
ughts whirling through my mind. Of Domani fucking me. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I want to be filled by Morelli cocks.
I close my eyes, imagine him behind me, that thick dick just waiting to split me. It’s rubbing my clit, my juices making the path smooth and slick. “Fuck me, Uncle Domani. Need it. Please?”
“That’s right, you little slut. You want your uncle’s cock in you.” He teases me, an inch in, an inch out. Over and again. “Beg me.”
I can’t move my hips, his hands keeping me still, and I want nothing more than to get taken. “Please, Uncle Domani. Fuck me. Use me. I’m your little slut. Your whore.”
I try to wiggle, shift and take him.
But I can’t.
I’m whining now, saying anything to get him to give me what I want. “Use me. Please use me.” I sob.
The hands on my hips tighten and then his cock is there, filling and stretching, and that pleasure-filled ache consumes me, runs through me like a train and nearly stops my heart. He grips my hair, tugs on the strands while he fucks me, fast and furious, pounding into me as if he can’t get enough.
“Take it, baby. Take that cock.”
I move with him, against him, shoving my hips back as he thrusts. I want as much as he’ll give me. I want it all.
In my mind, I’m getting fucked by my uncle, overpowered and dominated, made to submit and enjoy every second.
Harder and harder he goes, panting and growling with each thrust. My orgasm is approaching, moving like a freight train with no brakes, pummeling through me. It dances down my spine, all of those lovely little nerve endings coming to life as he moves in and out of my cunt. My pussy clenches rhythmically around him, milking that dick, making me shudder and moan with each involuntary spasm.
“Uncle…” I’m sobbing, begging, pleading. God knows what’s tumbling out of my mouth. I don’t know and don’t care. Just the fact that I’m going to come, squeeze his cock and take it all, is enough right now.
“Fucking tight little cunt.” He’s pounding like a jackhammer, bed shaking and banging against the wall as he fucks me, takes what he wants from my pussy.
“Gonna come.” I gasp, his prick stroking my g-spot, tearing it to tiny pieces.
“Come on my cock. Fuck yeah.”
And just like that, the floodgates open, that pure pleasure coursing through me, my cunt clamping down on his dick, squeezing until he shouts and freezes against me. Every muscle in my body is filled with those tingles, those lightning quick strikes of bliss that blows through me as I come. I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel as his dick swells and throbs in my cunt, nothing but his fingers digging into my hip and the erotic release that he draws out of me.
We’re stuck together, him in me, my fingers knotted in the sheets, hair a tangle, and I can hardly think, let alone move.
Luca releases my hair and slowly pulls free of my pussy, his cum following his retreat. “Angel…” His voice is a hoarse whisper, and I look back, eyebrows raised. “Come clean me up, I have to go to work.”
I don’t hesitate. In a blink I’ve got my mouth wrapped around his softening prick, licking and lapping at the combination of our juices, the salty, sweet musk that we make together. I trace the textures of his cock, make sure I gather every drop, savor each and every bit of us. Even as I bathe him with my tongue, his seed dribbles down my inner thighs, reminding me that we dispensed with condoms months ago. I’m on birth control and revel in sharing these parts of ourselves.
Far too soon he taps my cheek and I release him with a soft pop, his cock coming to life beneath my gaze.
“Enough, baby. Daddy has to go to work.”
* * *
The lasagna is baking and I’ve got forty-five minutes before it’ll be ready to come out of the oven. Another fifteen to cool and then we’ll be ready to eat.
I’ve got butterflies swarming in my stomach, hoping against hope that my uncle joins us in playing.
The phone call to him had been easy. A quick dial and then Uncle Domani answered and agreed to come to my ex-stepdad’s house for dinner at the end of week…as long as I promised to make him lasagna.
Easy trade. Especially considering the plan.
Daddy and I have been together for months now and we’d initially agreed to keep it between us. But he also knows I just turned eighteen and that I have oats to sow…or something like that. So I don’t get to sleep around…but I do get to fuck his brothers. If they’re willing.
God, I hope Uncle Domani is willing. Just thinking of his name, his body, his cock, his mouth on my pussy…my cunt tingles and aches and wants and needs. All at the same time.
I check the clock and see it’s nearly six. He’s supposed to be here. Any minute…second…whatever.
My mouth is dry, nerves making me twitchy, and I scramble for the apron I’d wanted to wear for him, them. It is “them”, since Daddy refuses to be left out. Not that I’m complaining. The Morelli men are all gorgeous, their Italian roots seeming to drench them in masculinity and sex appeal.
And I want to drink them all up.
I hear a car in the driveway and peek out the window to see my uncle’s SUV followed closely by my daddy’s car. Wearing my apron, and nothing else, I drop a few ice cubes into the glasses of bourbon I’d poured for them and approach the front door, ready to get the seduction on the road.
As I pad across the dining room, the front door opens and Luca steps through, smiling wide when he catches sight of me. It’s all I can do to keep myself from tossing the glasses to the floor and pouncing on him. It’s as if he gets more gorgeous by the hour.
His gaze sweeps over me from head to toe, and I can see he’s fighting a smile.
I hand him a glass and he takes it before he presses a kiss to my temple. “Thank you, Angel.”
I smile, happy that I’d pleased him.
“Uncle Domani!” I crowd him in the entryway, snuggle next to him and wrap my arm around his waist while he takes the glass from my hand. He returns the embrace for a bare moment before he releases me, and I frown at Luca. He’d told me my uncle was interested, but it didn’t seem so.
Playing hostess, I hurry the men along, snag coats and briefcases while urging them toward the living room. Besides, it had become the “room of seduction”. Really, I think I’m working entirely too hard to get into a man’s pants.
But Daddy gets what Daddy wants.
My uncle is leading the way down the hall and Luca reaches back to snag my hand, pull me even with him, and presses a kiss to my temple. “How’s my baby today?”
I snuggle close, enjoying the feel of his finely tailored suit against my bare skin. “Good. Horny, but good.”
He chuckles and tightens his hold for a moment, a gentle squeeze of affection. Once in the living room, Uncle Domani settles on the couch and props his feet up on the coffee table. He loosens his striped tie while he takes another sip of his bourbon. Luca has kept me near the entryway, sipping his drink while we cuddle side by side for a moment. Both of their drinks are looking low, so I turn in his arms, ready to refill them, play the proper hostess.
Back in the room, a loud sputter followed by hard coughing has me turning around, and I move to help my uncle. The poor man is red in the face and rubbing his chest while he coughs and works to breathe deep.
Daddy doesn’t let me move. “Wait, Angel.”
I frown and then turn my attention back to my uncle. “Uncle Domani, are you—”
“You’re naked!” He chokes out the words as he places his near empty glass on the table. “Luca, she’s, she’s…” He waves his up and down, as if encompassing me. “Naked.”
I look at my daddy and giggle when he simply arches a brow. “Yes, I noticed.” He turns me around so my bare bottom is facing my uncle, my front pressed to his cloth-covered chest, and I snuggle closer. The position is awesome. I get to pull my daddy close and my uncle can see my ass. And I do have a pretty spectacular butt.
Luca trails a hand down my b
ack, fingers sliding over skin and skirting the ties of my apron. “She’s a naughty girl to be nearly naked. Aren’t you, Angel?”
Oh, my pussy clenches, arousal thrumming low in my body. “I am a naughty girl, Daddy.”
Fuck it, if we’re going to try and get him into my bed, I might as well act like I want it.
He palms my ass, squeezing, sliding his fingers across my crease, and I tip my hips back, give him more access to my pink bits. Uncle Domani makes a strangled noise, and Luca strokes me deeper, pulls my ass cheek farther to expose me to my uncle. I lift onto the tips of my toes, aching for him to tease my heat, stroke my pretty little hole.
“Luca…” I don’t know if he’s pleading for us to stop or keep going. I vote for keep going.
“Daddy…” I whine, I want more. With or without Uncle Domani. I push closer, aching for him to pet me, make me come.
“Let’s get comfortable, Angel.” He releases my ass and tugs me toward the loveseat before he sets his glass on the coffee table and then tugs me onto his lap. I giggle as I fall, letting my body land as it may, let him position me as he desires. By the time he’s done fussing over me, my apron is discarded and I’m facing Uncle Domani, my thighs draped over Luca’s, my legs spread wide and open.
I’m exposed, nothing hidden from view and growing wetter by the second.
“Guys, this is enough…Luca, she’s your daughter.” Uncle Domani holds a hand over his eyes while he tosses back what’s left of his bourbon.
“Angel, tell your uncle why you’re being such a bad girl.” He pets me, hands gliding over my skin from collarbone to hips, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Those talented fingers tease the top of my bare slit, gathering moisture, but not sliding between the lips.
My pussy is tingling, growing heavier and achy with each passing second. I want so much. To be filled, touched, licked and fucked. Something, anything…fingers, dick, a dildo…whatever. I wiggle my hips, rock my ass against the growing shaft beneath me and open my thighs even wider. His palm cups my pussy, a slight pressure that I can move against and I don’t hesitate, I hump that hand, beg for more friction.
