He’s So Rough

AFTER DARK TABOO

J. SNOW

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HE’S SO ROUGH

Jenika Snow writing as J. Snow

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 Contents

J. Snow
Content
Synopsis

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

About the Author

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 Content

Taboo / Incest (uncle/niece) / Good Girl / Light Degradation / Praise /

Kinky AF / Age-Gap / Power Play Dynamics / Spanking / Edging / Oral /
Dominance / Spit Kink / Rimming / HFN (happily for now ending) / ass to
mouth spit sharing.
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 Fina has one plan in mind for the night… a big glass of wine and a good
movie.

Her uncle has other plans during his surprise visit.

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One

T he day I met my uncle for the first time, I was fifteen years old.
I felt something shift in the air.
I’d never met Damien, my father’s estranged brother, before who I
always heard was the black sheep of the family. Who I always heard
traveled the world doing “God knows what,” as my father would say.
I didn’t ask why he was suddenly at our house for a visit all those years
ago. I was curious about this newfound family member and why I’d never
met him before or why my father saw him as a “bad guy.”
But I never asked because I didn’t think Dad would tell me anyway.
I could still picture that first day Damien walked through our front door.
His body was hulking and clothed in all black. And whatever flesh I could
see had been covered in tattoos. I wondered if his chest and back were as
tatted up as arms, hands, and neck.
Is his body as defined as it seems through his shirt?
Damien screamed menace.
I could see him as a mob boss or maybe a crime lord. He gave off vibes
he reigned the underworld.
I knew it was wrong to take notice of how attractive he was with his
disheveled dark hair and equally dark eyes. His coloring was such a stark
contrast to mine and even my father’s. We both had light hair and eyes, our
fair skin differing from Damien’s olive tone.
But there were things that were familiar. The shape of his lips and
nose… the same as Dad’s and mine.
And since that first visit five years ago, Damien came every week. I saw
my father and him becoming closer, as if whatever fragmented part of their
relationship was slowly patching itself back together.
And the older I got—as the years passed—I started waiting eagerly for
his next visit. I watched him more and more. Stared at him longer. Harder.
I found this magnetism toward him. It drew me in so deeply that despite
knowing how wrong it was to find my uncle attractive, I couldn’t talk
myself out of it.
I couldn’t reason with myself.
It was wrong. It was taboo. I should’ve been disgusted.
I knew all of this, knew that finding any kind of attraction to my uncle
was absolutely wrong in every single way. Blood should never be with
blood.
But still, I couldn’t help myself when I closed my eyes and thought
about his visit last week. Just the very image of him in my mind had me
swaying with the impact of it.
He’d been helping my father weatherize the driveway. There was a
storm threatening to come, so they’d been salting the cement. Damien
hadn’t worn a jacket as he hauled a huge, heavy bag of salt over his
shoulder to where my father was.
I could picture it so clearly even now.
Oh, Jesus.
He wore a lightweight, long-sleeved shirt, and I’d never seen a man so
cut or muscles so defined.
My pussy clenched every time I thought about it.
 Shaking my head to clear the disgusting, forbidden images of my uncle,
I poured myself a glass of wine. At twenty, I still lived at home while I
commuted to the local college. It not only allowed me to save money but I
also loved being close to my family.
Although I wasn’t a virgin, I also wasn’t experienced. And as I
reminisced about it, the two boys I let fuck me looked like fumbling,
hormonal teenagers compared to Damien.
And just like that, even though I’d just forcibly cleared illicit thoughts
of him from my mind, he was right back at the forefront of my brain. My
heart raced, and my body flushed as soon as I imagined my uncle fucking
me in those boys’ place.
Oh, God.
Suddenly, I was flashed back to last week once more. To Damien
dropping his shirt he peeled off after ripping open the bag of salt with his
bare hands. To when he slowly turned his head and looked up at where I
stood at my bedroom window. My heart pounded as we held each other’s
gaze. My face felt like it was set on fire, and when he slowly smiled and
then winked, I squeaked and ducked down like a child, feeling as if I’d
gotten caught doing something wrong.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drew me from my
obscene thoughts and back to the present.
A moment later, my mom and dad appeared in the kitchen dressed for
their date night.
“We’re about to head out for the night, Fina sweetheart,” my father said
as he adjusted his cufflinks.
Dad then turned and embraced my mother. He murmured something to
her that had Mom tossing her head back and laughing, her cheeks turning
pink.
As I absentmindedly watched my father flirt with her, I felt this strange
sensation move over me, pulling my attention elsewhere. The back of my
neck tingled, and the hairs on my arms stood on end.
A chill of… something dark and dangerous raced through me, as if
something was waiting for an opportune moment of… what?
“When are you leaving?” I cleared my throat and ran my hands over my
arms.
“We have a reservation at the Carlton in the city tonight and tomorrow.”
My mom glanced at my dad and grinned. “We splurged for the Presidential
Suite. It’s got a balcony with a Jacuzzi.”
My mother’s voice was so excited I couldn’t help but smile at her clear
happiness. “That sounds nice.”
“We’re going to leave so we’ll beat the weather and get there early
enough to have dinner in the city.”
Despite trying to shake this strange sensation in me, I still felt off, as if
there was this heavy presence that had a tight hold on me. Overwhelming
me.
Or maybe it was just sinking in that I’d be left here alone when the
storm would be hitting. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other
explanation for it.
My parents started talking again, reminding me how to turn on the gas
fireplace if we lost power, then said goodbye after they each gave me a
warm hug and kisses on my cheeks. A moment later, I heard the front door
open and close then their car starting. I stood there and listened to their
engine fade into the distance.
I tipped my wine glass back and swallowed a mouthful then went back
for a second glass. Then a third. I had one goal in mind tonight—finish that
bottle of wine and watch a movie until I passed out. Then I wouldn’t have
to think about being left alone during a snowstorm. Yes, I was an adult, and
my parents shouldn’t have had to worry about their daughter like they did
when I was ten and scared of thunder, but still.
 Couldn’t they have postponed date night until after the inclement
weather? For their safety as well?
I grabbed the wine bottle and was about to head into the living room
when that heavy feeling intensified. I finally worked out what that sense
was.
I wasn’t alone.
And as if my thoughts conjured that reality, there was a hard rap at the
front door. I didn’t move right away but turned and faced the entryway of
the kitchen and foyer. A second later, there was another rap, this one harder
than the first.
Heart in my throat, I headed toward it. My hand had just wrapped
around the doorknob when it started turning on its own. I didn’t have time
to slide the lock in place before the door was pushed open.
I stumbled back, my jaw unlocking, lips parting as it swung inward. I
nearly dropped the bottle of wine but ended up hugging it to my chest as I
gasped, both at seeing who it was and the freezing glass suddenly pressed to
my cleavage. But it wasn’t relief that filled me when I saw it was my uncle
who stood on the other side, dressed all in black and looking me up and
down.
It was a wave of heat and lust that instantly slammed into me as well as
a healthy dose of fear. I moved several steps back.
This was my uncle. Family. I shouldn’t have any anxiety being around
him, but the way he looked at me was primal. Animalistic. And combined
with the shame I felt from my lust toward him, my emotions lit up as
wholly negative. Family or not.
He came in and shut the door behind him, sealing us in together. This
felt… different. And not just because his eyes dropped to where the chilled
bottle of wine had hardened my nipples enough they certainly showed
through my pajama top. Where those black eyes lingered.
 “Dad and Mom left for the night.” My voice was soft, my mouth dry,
my throat tight as I tried to distract him from the way he zeroed in on my
breasts.
“I know,” he said and smiled slowly, and I knew in that moment this
was exactly what he wanted.
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Two

“I know.”
Damien’s words echoed in my head.
I licked my lips and turned, dropping the bottle to my side as I headed
back into the kitchen. He followed, the sound of heavy footsteps filling the
air.
I refused to look anywhere but at my wineglass as I poured myself
another when I heard his footsteps coming closer from behind.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I exhaled and slowly turned around. My
newly filled wineglass in hand felt like a shield I could use to keep distance
between us. I drank from it greedily as I stared at him.
His massive body filled the suddenly small space that was my parents’
giant kitchen just minutes ago. Covered from head to toe in black, he
looked like some kind of ominous angel of death.
Dark hair disheveled around his head and falling over his forehead.
Black jacket covering an equally dark T-shirt that molded to his chest
and showed all the definition of his masculinity.
His dark pants weren’t tight, but they were formfitting enough I could
see how strong and powerful he was.
And then, to end it, he wore onyx-colored combat boots that pulled
together his whole “shit-kicker” appearance.
 For long moments, we just stood staring at each other. I felt a weird
shift in the air. Everything got hotter, thicker.
My skin was burning from his intense focus on me.
Neither of us said anything as I watched him grab a bottle of my father’s
scotch from the cupboard and pour himself a hearty glass. He took a long
pull from the glass, his focus on me.
When he set his glass down and braced his hands on either side of
himself on the counter, I told myself not to look at the way his biceps
bulged from that slight movement.
We stood there staring at each other. It was like this game of who would
break eye contact first. I wanted to look away so badly, his focus too
intense, too explosive, that I felt it wrap around me.
“All alone tonight, Fina?” he all but growled, his head slightly lowered,
his eyes trained on me.
I nodded slowly.
“Hmm,” he hummed low in his throat. He said nothing, then the corner
of his mouth gradually rose in a smirk. “Come here,” he ordered, hard and
measured.
I shook my head.
“I said come here, Fina.” His voice was deeper. Darker. He was
commanding and dominant.
I found my feet taking me closer to him of their own accord, only
regaining control of myself in time to stop when I was a foot from where
Damien was, and I could feel a flush stealing over me. Beads of sweat
dotted my brow and between my breasts that were so cold mere minutes
ago. I couldn’t catch my breath as I tipped my head back to stare up into his
face. Being this close to Damien was combustible.
It was like I touched a live-wire and that electricity was coming straight
from the man in front of me.
 I stared into his dark eyes and saw how closed off he kept his
expression, how steely and unforgiving he held himself.
It melted me.
It soaked me.
Damien said nothing, but he snagged a lock of my hair and rubbed the
strands between his fingers, watching the act, making a husky sound deep
in his throat.
I didn’t know why he called me over only to say nothing… and when all
he was doing was touching my hair really inappropriately.
I tried to catch my breath knowing if hell was real, I had a first-class
ticket there because I was completely wet between my thighs.
And all because of my uncle.
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Three

T he room was so hot. I was too hot.

And I forced myself to back away to the other side of the island from
Damien just so I could breathe, his look growing darker when the move
pulled my hair from between his fingers.
I licked my lips, noticing Damien’s gaze dropping to watch the act. He
flickered his focus to the wine glass still secured in my hand then looked
back into my eyes.
“How much have you drank, sweet girl?”
I didn’t reply, and a low growl left him as he took a step closer.
“You need to be a good girl and answer me when I ask you something.”
My heart fluttered. This sensation filled me that was completely
abnormal and intense when he said “good girl”.
“You’re not even old enough to be drinking.”
I couldn’t respond to that. Couldn’t remind him my parents didn’t care
as long as I drank it at home and didn’t leave afterward—the rule that was
set on my eighteenth birthday, which he was present for. I felt too tense and
breathless as he pushed off the counter and took three steps closer to me.
As if my flight-or-fight instinct was activated, I moved back until the
island fully separated us once again.
 He leaned on the other side of that kitchen island, the slab of wood and
granite the only thing keeping me safe, it seemed. Damien braced his big,
calloused palms on the edge, pulling my eyes there. I looked at the veins
that lined the backs of his hands, never realizing how attractive they were.
How masculine.
“How long would you have kept it up?”
At first, I didn’t know what he meant, but the longer he watched me, the
way his eyes became hooded… I knew.
I shook my head,even though I knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
He growled at my insubordination. “Fina,” he said my name like a
warning.
“Kept what up?” I played dumb.
He smirked, but it was less than pleasant.
“Watching me… your little pussy getting wet when I’m around.”
I gasped, my hand instinctively going to my throat as my uncle’s words
sliced into me like an erotic whip.
“Hell, baby, I can all but smell your sweet cunt every time I’m around
you,” he groaned and moved closer, inching around the island.
I moved one step back until the kitchen sink stopped my escape. And
that’s exactly what I felt like I was trying to do.
Escape. Retreat.
When he stood directly in front of me, only a blink of time passing, I
inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of his dark, spicy cologne. I stared up at
him, getting lost in all the darkness that cloaked him.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I finally answered.
I know exactly what you mean.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic smirk. “No?”
I shook my head, feeling my eyes widen, my heart racing.
“Hmmm.” His gaze lowered to my lips and stayed there for so long I
unconsciously licked them.
 Damien slowly lifted his gaze to my eyes, staring into them deeply until
I felt bared, like he stripped my clothes off and was about to feast on me.
“W-What’s happening?” The words slipped from me as if I had no
control of myself.
He moved closer, so now he pressed his chest to mine. All the hard
planes that made him a man were cushioned by the soft mounds that made
me a woman.
“You think I don’t see the way you watch me?”
His gaze dipped to my mouth again, and I forced myself not to lick
them this time. I had to make myself not shiver at his proximity that ignited
electricity and fire inside me.
“Do you think I don’t see the way your body reacts when I’m near?
Your pupils dilate. Your cheeks turn pink.” He lowered his voice. “Your
breathing increases.”
I noticed when he moved his face closer. The feel of his warm breath
coasted along my cheek, teasing the tendrils of my hair. He smelled so good
with a touch of my father’s—his brother’s—alcohol that laced his tongue.
“You’re a dirty girl for your uncle, aren’t you, Fina?” His mouth was by
my ear now, his lips brushing the shell.
My eyes fluttered as if they wanted to close, but I refused to let them.
This was wrong. So wrong and yet it felt so good.
“We’re all alone,” he finally said, and I heard the way he inhaled
sharply for a second in mock-surprise. Teasing. Menacing. “What shall we
do?”
I shook my head, but I didn’t know what I was denying. I
knew what was racing through my thoughts.
They were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. This man was my uncle.
Related to me.
Was I honestly fantasizing about all the dirty things I wanted him to do
to me?
 And when I felt the wet, hot glide of his tongue along my ear, I
shuddered and thought, Yes, yes, I actually am crossing that line. Because,
God help me… this feels incredible.
He must have sensed the way I surrendered in my mind because his
hands were on my waist, his fingers digging into my hips a moment later. A
low growl spilled from him, and it was the sexiest thing I ever heard.
“I want to hear you say the words,” he all but snarled. He pressed all his
masculine inches into me, and the hard, enormous length of his cock had
me gasping.
A moan was pulled from me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted
blood. That coppery tang filled my mouth… turned me on even more.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I lied, those words spilling
from me hard and sharp like I didn’t want to even say them.
He chuckled deep and low. “Ah, my little niece likes to lie to me.”
I shivered, my breasts feeling so sensitive and heavy, my nipples tight
and tingling even more than they were from the freezing wine bottle I
pressed to my chest seemingly a lifetime ago when he came through the
front door.
“I should toss you over my knee and spank that gorgeous, little ass to
teach you a lesson.” Another moan from me and he groaned in response.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you—thinking about your uncle seeing how wet
you get for him?”
I couldn’t answer and just hyperventilated as I envisioned Damien
bending me over, baring my ass, and cracking his palm across the cheeks.
“Tell me, beautiful girl.”
“I—I….”
He dragged his tongue along my ear again.
“It’s too wrong, but I want you, and I don’t know why.”
He bit my lobe then swiped his tongue over it. It made me even wetter,
my panties drenched, my inner muscles clenching and relaxing.
 Before I could catch my bearings, Damien had me spun around, my
lower belly pressed to the edge of the island’s granite countertop—his hand
on the center of my back—and bent me over. My breasts now frozen once
again.
“It’s so fucking wrong,” he purred. “That’s why it’s going to feel so
fucking incredible.”
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I gasped at my uncle’s words and looked over my shoulder, my eyes

opening as wide as humanly possible.
Damien stood behind me like this dark, imposing, sexy fucking beast.
“Grab the edge, sweetheart. Hold on tight. Uncle’s going to give you
what you want. I’m going to fill this tight, little snatch up and pump you
full of my seed.”
I whimpered, but I wasn’t sure if the sound was one of terror or longing.
Maybe both. My heart was about to burst from my chest, but I did what he
said, even knowing I was for sure going to hell for this.
I gripped the edge of the island, curling my fingers around the cold
granite.
“Pop that sweet little ass out. Show me what I’m going turn red.”
I bit my lip again, opening the wound I made earlier, the sting stoking
the desire building inside me even more. I wasn’t fast enough in complying
because, a second later, Damien placed his booted foot between both of my
bare ones and nudged my legs open.
I knew what I wanted. Damien. My father’s brother. God… my uncle.
And I knew he saw that realization on my face because his eyes became
hooded, his breathing got harder, and he stepped impossibly closer, a growl
leaving him.
 Without taking his gaze off me, he smoothed his hand over my ass,
dipping his fingers into my waistband.
“No panties?” he practically purred. “Sweet girl.” He gripped the edge
of my pajama pants and pushed them down, letting the fabric pool at my
feet, his stare never wavering.
I felt the cool air brush along my overheated flesh as I was bared to him,
and I unconsciously stepped out of my dropped bottoms.
“Spread wider. Be Uncle’s good girl and show me everything.”
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the countertop, trying to
breathe through this moment.
This is so wrong.
Then why did it feel so good?
Crack!
My back bowed and a harsh cry left me when he brought his palm down
on my right ass cheek, spanking me hard.
“Look at this peach,” Damien murmured and gripped the cheeks of my
ass, spreading them and exposing the most intimate parts of me.
My face flamed with embarrassment. I wasn’t a virgin, but no one had
ever seen this part of my body so exposed before.
He slapped my ass again before grabbing it roughly, a dominant
promise of what was to come. He trailed a thick, calloused finger down the
crease, teasing the hole, gently pushing it inside, and pulling a gasp of
shock from me.
Another spank.
Damien smoothed his big palm over my bottom, easing that sting,
warming the flesh even more. With his other hand, he slid it closer to the
part of my body that ached the most.
My drenched pussy.
I was so wet, and while the very knowledge of how wrong this was,
how totally immoral it was to let my uncle touch me this way, should have
turned me off…
It only made me hotter.
My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and the adrenaline moving
through my veins felt like a freight train.
And when his thick fingers finally made contact with my soaked pussy,
I groaned and tilted my ass up even more as I spread my legs wider.
“So wet. You’re a dirty, fucking girl, Fina. Look at you making a mess
all over the place as you let me touch you.” When he leaned in, covering
my back with his hard chest, I moaned. “I knew this precious pussy would
be the sweetest thing.”
Oh, God.
“How many cocks have been in this little cunt, niece of mine?”
I couldn’t breathe. His words were so harsh and personal. So hot.
Crack! Crack!
I cried out as he spanked me several times.
“You better be my good girl and tell me.”
“T-Two. Only two.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed and smoothed his hand over my left then right
ass cheek.
His fingers skated over my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I would’ve much rather you had been my innocent, little virgin.
Untouched. Unused. But Uncle knows it’s better you’ve been broken in to
take my long, thick cock.”
Damien started rolling the pad of his thumb over my clit, and a guttural
moan left me. I sounded like a whimpering animal as he brought me
pleasure I never felt before. I shuddered, so close to coming already.
“You gonna let me fuck this pussy the way I want?” He smacked me
between my thighs, and I cried as the pain and pleasure coalesced. What
was this feeling? I didn’t know whether to run or to beg for more.
 He pushed my shirt up, instantly dragged his tongue up the length of my
spine, and then he pulled back. When his warm breath suddenly skated over
my pussy, I tightened my hands on the edge of the island.
Run. I definitely wanted to run. There was no way he could possibly
miss how embarrassingly turned on I was, how wet I was being so up close
and personal.
But Damien curled his hands around my stomach, pulling me slightly
back and anchoring me in place. There was no way I could escape now, not
when this man’s hands were so big they encircled my entire waist.
“I’m going to tear you up tonight in the best way,” was all the warning I
got, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue pushing into my pussy hole.
I gasped and moaned as he drove me closer to the edge. It was so
intense I tried futilely to get away, but up on my tiptoes was as far as I got
as his grip moved to my hips.
“So fucking sweet.” His words were muffled against my drenched
pussy.
He dug his thumbs into my ass cheeks, then gripped them, spreading
them wide so he could really eat me out. Damien pulled my pussy lips in
his mouth, sucking on them almost painfully. But I wanted more.
And when he flattened his tongue across my slit, licking me like my
pussy was melting ice cream on a hot summer day, I felt my toes curl as my
climax rose.
“Hold it, sweet girl. Wait to explode until I tell you to.” He spanked my
ass. “I promise it’ll be better in the end.” He moved a finger around my
pussy hole before gently pushing it in, fucking me slowly.
My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching and pulling at that
digit. I heard sloppy sounds as my body latched onto him, and I shuddered.
“Damien—”
“Hold it, Fina.” His words were a growl, as if he were a feral animal.
 Damien added a second, scissoring those two fingers until the stretch
and burn made the pleasure skyrocket. And when he rubbed my clit with his
thumb, sending me to the highest peak, I cried out in panic, scared I
wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer.
“Now, Fina. Come for me now.” He sank his teeth into the flesh where
my thigh and pussy met, and I came so hard stars danced in front of my
eyes.
God… my father’s brother was making me come.
My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had
me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this.
I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a
humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs.
When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my
breath and gather my self-control.
“Look at me,” Damien demanded.
I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his
pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked
them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze
focused on mine the entire time.
He gave my ass a little smack, the flesh jiggling. And when he went for
the zipper of his jeans, I stared in fear at the large bulge protruding against
his pants.
Damien pulled it down and popped the button, and my heart stopped.
Because then he pulled that massive cock out and stroked himself from
root to tip, showing me just how much was actually hidden behind those
jeans.
If my expression showed my fear before, it was probably one of
absolute horror now because it caused him to warn me, “Oh, we’re just
getting started, Fina.”
I knew this moment would forever change everything.
 Was I ready?
I didn’t know. But that didn’t matter because my uncle was going to
fuck me either way.
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A t least I thought he’d fuck me.

But when he did nothing but stroke himself as he stared at me, I knew
Damien had other plans first.
“Get on your knees. You’re about to gag on your uncle’s cock.” He put
a hand on my shoulder and shoved me down to the floor. My knees
connected with the tile, stinging from the impact. He saw my discomfort
and chuckled, his dick jerking in his hand.
The sadist got off on my pain and pleasure.
He held his cock in hand, his pre-cum a steady drip off the crown,
sliding down the underside, and making a sticky mess as it dripped onto the
floor.
Damien looked intimidating as he jerked himself off, watching me as I
knelt before him, where I had to crane my neck just to stare into his face.
“Come closer,” he demanded and crooked a finger at me.
I crawled to him until I was close enough I smelled the musky scent of
him, his cock obscuring my view of his face as I sat on my heels.
“Open wide, Fina. Be your uncle’s good girl.”
My lips parted. My mouth watered.
“I’m going to mouth-fuck you… go all the way down your throat and
use it like my personal cocksleeve,” Damien said with a gentleness that
didn’t match the crude words, and he smoothed his palm over his leaking
dick. Faster than I could brace myself, he had his hand on my jaw, and my
hand shot out to wrap around the back of his leg to keep myself steady. I
felt the slipperiness of his cum on my skin then tasted the salty flavor of it
on my tongue when he shoved his fingers between my lips, prying my
mouth open.
I gave in to my sudden desire to suck those digits, but it only lasted a
second. Because he removed them from my needy mouth, smoothing his
hand over my face, wiping it clean on me.
“My beautiful whore,” he cooed, and the words both hurt my feelings
and made me clench, a combination I didn’t understand but certainly felt.
He steadily jerked himself off as he stared at my lips, more pre-cum
forming at the tip. “Open you mouth, stick your tongue out, and take my
dick like the good, little slut you are.”
He didn’t give me a chance to obey—as I flinched at the name, even as
my chest swelled from the praise—before he was forcing me to take his
cock.
“So sexy, little girl,” he hissed as he pushed inch after girthy inch into
my mouth. He was in so deep I gagged right away, which caused him to grit
his teeth.
Damien thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth
with every passing second. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat repeatedly
until I was intensely gagging, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He was just so thick and big, and the wine I drank was doing nothing to
help relax my throat.
Damien cupped either side of my face as he skull-fucked me, pushing
into my throat and holding still and pulling out only when I’d start to panic
but just barely enough so I could breathe for a moment.
Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips before sliding out and trailing
down my chin, but I was merely a mindless doll for him to use. I held on for
the ride and hoped I’d live through it.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot on our knees taking my cock like my good
girl.” Damien grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back,
opening up my throat more so he could go as deep as his cock allowed.
I was a sobbing mess by the time he worked himself so far down my
throat I felt his balls on my chin, feeling like I was going to throw up since
his dick was lodged so deep in my throat not only of my gag reflex but also
because there was something scary about taking a cock that big to such a
depth that I couldn’t breathe freely.
He backed off, giving me a reprieve before doing it all over again.
“My good, little Fina. You have no idea how pretty you are with your
mouth stuffed full of my dick.”
I moaned around his girth.
“How many times did you touch yourself to thoughts of submitting to
me? How many times did you fingering your cunt knowing how wrong this
is but still playing with that little clit to images of Uncle Damien making
you feel good?”
With his hand on the back of my head still, he didn’t let me move away
to respond. But he wasn’t looking for an answer. He knew the truth. He
could see it written all over my face as he fucked my mouth and forced me
to submit.
“I want to shoot my big, thick, white load right down your throat so it
fills your belly.”
I moaned around him again, realizing it made it easier to take him
somehow, no longer embarrassed by the drool all over my neck and chest.
“Rub it in. I want you to feel how nasty my good girl is getting for this.”
I closed my eyes, and my thighs clenched together, adding pressure to
my clit to the point it made me wonder if I could come like this.
“That’s it, Fina. You’re Uncle’s good, little girl as you choke on my
cock and get ready to swallow my wad.”
 Damien started really thrusting back and forth then, pushing his cock
deep into my mouth and retreating so the slick, salty tip smeared across my
lips before plunging all the way in again, his balls slapping my chin.
“Take me deeper, pretty girl.”
I had no control over what was happening, could only grasp his
powerful thighs and let him face-fuck me. He pushed in so far he had to
wiggle my head around by his grip on my hair to work the crown of his
thick cock the deepest it went so far, until it wedged in my throat. It felt like
it was lodged in there to the point it would be impossible to pull back out
which made me panic—unable to breathe—and start to fight to get away
from him.
And then he came, the sadist getting off on my useless struggle,
spraying his load into my belly, holding my head to him so tightly my nose
was buried in the soft, trimmed hair above his cock. He was far enough
inside me I didn’t even taste his cum, couldn’t tell he was getting off aside
from how tense his body was and how his dick pulsed and jerked because
he was completely silent.
His enormous body shuddered before he stepped back, his cock bobbing
in front of my face, still hard and shiny and slick from my salvia.
My lips felt swollen, my throat sore as my hiccupping sobs continued
quietly. More spit dribbled out the corners of my mouth, making me feel
even more out of control. But to him, it must’ve looked thick and erotic
because Damien smoothed his fingers over my lips, smearing my drool
around.
“My beautiful, dirty, fucking girl. Now it’s time I break in that little
pussy of yours.” He cupped my chin almost gently as his thumb caressed
my cheek. “Now, Fina,” he said, his tone more like a command, leaning in
so our lips were close together. “Give me that pussy.”
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Six

I knew one thing with certainty.

I was going to give him my pussy and more if he demanded it.
“Take off your clothes. All of them. So you’re naked in front of me. I
want to see that blush on your face spread to your pert, little tits.”
My chest hurt from the force of my breathing, and my hands shook as I
got undressed—the only things left being my pajama top I’d thrown on over
my thin camisole when I saw it was too sheer to wear in front of my dad
before he and my mom left.
I was a slut for my uncle, not even fighting this. I was dripping down
my inner thighs by the time I was completely nude.
The moment I was naked, Damien was in front of me. And the next
thing I knew, he was dragging me over to the dining room table, swiping his
arm across the top to clear it and pushing me down onto it.
The wood felt freezing as my back connected with it. I gasped and
braced my heels on the edge.
My uncle separated my knees then stood between my now spread
thighs.
His expression was feral, as if he were possessed. He smoothed his
hands up and down my legs, turning his wrists so he was skating his fingers
up and down my inner thighs.
 I’d never seen that look on him before, not this intense, and it was
trained right on me… right on my soaked, swollen, red cunt.
My body grew hot, my pulse raced. Instinctively, my legs started to
close, but Damien growled low, his hands on my knees as he shoved them
open so wide my muscles protested, and I cried out.
“No, sweet girl. You stay spread for Uncle. I want to see how pretty and
pink your pussy gets for me.”
“This is wrong,” I whispered.
“It’s so fucking right,” he responded instantly and slapped my cunt,
causing pain and pleasure to course through me. “And now I’m going to eat
out your tiny, perfect cunt again until you cream all over my face and make
a bigger mess than sucking my cock did.”
And then he crouched down on his haunches and framed my pussy with
his giant hands. A full body shiver went through me imagining what it
looked like from his angle.
He looked at me between my legs, his gaze hooded. I was a sloppy
mess. I could feel my juices dripping down my slit to the crack of my ass.
The very thought of Damien so close to the most intimate part of me again
had me lifting my ass, the memory of what it felt like before making me try
to get him to lick me… to suck on my lips and clit.
Even more, I wanted to tell him to fill me up. I didn’t want him to waste
time licking my pussy. I wanted his cock. I wanted Damien to make it hurt.
I didn’t think about how the kitchen window was in clear view of the
neighborhood or how the curtains were pushed open so anyone could see.
I didn’t even think about how my parents could come home. Or that it
was my father’s brother between my legs, his mouth so close to my pussy.
My belly hollowed with each inhale, my breathing was so forceful, but I
couldn’t look away from him, the anticipation growing to a level that was
nearly dread inducing. And the eye contact never wavered when, finally, he
dragged his tongue through my slit, Damien staring at me the entire time he
did it.
He lapped at me nice and slow, working me over like he was savoring
the act. His lips looked redder, so glossy from my pussy cream, the way
mine felt from his abuse.
Damien pulled back slightly, just enough so he could spit on me. His
saliva was warm and slightly thick as it clung to my lips before I felt it
slipping down.
Then he went back to licking and sucking my clit.
He flattened his tongue and dragged it down to cover my hole. With
every second that passed, he became more forceful. He wasn’t gentle. He
acted as if he was starved. Like the only way he could sate that hunger was
by eating me out.
He spit on me several more times, and when he spread my ass cheeks,
and I felt his thick, hot, and wet tongue on my most forbidden hole, I lifted
my bottom for more.
He probed my asshole, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking me in a
place that was taboo but not nearly as taboo as willingly and eagerly
fucking my uncle.
I let my head fall back, my body fully relaxed on the table as my uncle
sucked at me. I was so close to coming. So close my toes and fingers
tingled.
I was a nasty girl. Dirty. So disgusting he spit on my pussy once more,
using his fingers to smear it all over my inner thighs. I gasped and thrust my
hips up, rotating them and silently pleading.
“That’s it. Rub that pretty pussy all over me.”
I started dry-humping the air, wanting to feel his tongue and finger... his
big dick… shoved into my body.
I wanted to do the most taboo thing possible.
And I wanted to do it with him. Only him.
 With one last lick, Damien slowly stood, his mouth glistening from
eating my pussy and ass out. He gripped my chin and parted my lips then
leaned in, bracing a hand on the table beside me, his mouth hovering over
mine.
“Open wide,” he demanded. “Wider, pretty girl,” he growled when I
didn’t readily obey. “Mmm. My good fucking girl.” His focus was on my
mouth.
Damien added more pressure to my chin until my jaw popped, and I
blushed. He leaned in closer, his gaze trained right on mine, and then he
slowly let a trail of saliva fall from his tongue and drip into my mouth.
He pulled back and stared at what he just put in me, at what hadn’t
gotten fully in my mouth and was dripping down the side of my face.
“So good, Fina.” He let another long, thick rope of saliva fall onto my
lips, and I was so nasty for him that my tongue slid over my bottom lip so I
could collect more of his spit. “Gonna fuck you until you’re sore
tomorrow.”
He let go of my jaw and straightened. Damien still had his cock hanging
out of his fly, the length so hard and thick again even after he came down
my throat. I felt the enormous length of his dick grinding against my inner
thigh as Damien bit my bottom lip and then dragged his tongue over the
plump flesh, soothing the sting.
“I want to play with you longer, but I’m too hard. I need to know what
my niece feels like on the inside. Fuck, no more foreplay, baby girl. Time
for me to make you come around Uncle’s big cock.”
He grabbed his dick, aimed the crown at my hole, and notched himself
there for a heartbeat. He curled his fingers into my inner thighs. Painfully.
And then, with his gaze latched on mine, my uncle slammed his cock into
me so hard my back slid up our family’s dining room table.
I screamed, but instead of scrambling to get away, I grabbed the edge of
the lacquered wood and held on tight as Uncle Damien mercilessly screwed
me.
“Open up that pussy and let me all the way in,” he snarled.
He wasn’t all the way in? How could that be when I could feel him
reaching the end of me with each thrust?
But somehow, he made more of him fit inside me. Forcing himself in.
He pushed in another inch. Then another… until I closed my eyes and just
let myself be fucked.
He made a low and harsh sound and pumped in and out of me faster and
harder. With my eyes closed, I didn’t see what he had planned, only felt the
stinging slap of his fingers on the top of my pussy and grazing my clit.
I cried out as that pain and pleasure brought me closer to orgasming.
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you? You like having my cock buried in this
tight snatch while I spank it. Don't you, niece of mine?”
He wasn’t looking for an answer, and I didn’t bother giving him one,
just moaned my response and got even wetter for him.
My uncle bottomed out, grinding himself against my clit until I mewled
for more. I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the
shiny surface.
The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration
fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck.
And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin,
branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore.
He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him
as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in
his need for me.
And I was just the hole he was using right now.
“Look at you,” he snarled and slammed especially hard into me. A cry
of pain was ripped from my throat. The squishy sounds of how wet I was as
he fucked me echoed through the kitchen. “You’re a fucking mess, Fina
girl. Covered in my spit and sweat and soon to be marked up with my cum.”
 He leaned back and slid his hands down my waist, over the tops of my
thighs, and then curled his fingers behind my knees. He pushed my legs
open and back so they pressed to the sides of my chest, spreading me even
wider, my heels now against his shoulders.
“This pussy is all mine. I’m gonna use you up whenever the fuck I feel
like it. Gonna stretch you wide,” he promised, and I gasped and nodded,
unable to speak or even think coherently. “I’m going to sneak into your
bedroom and fuck you when you sleep. I’m going to come all over your
face and make you drink it.”
“Oh. God. This is too much.” My words fell on deaf ears as he pounded
into me.
“So swollen and red, stretched so wide around my cock. It hurts, doesn’t
it, little girl?”
I cried louder when the tip of his dick punched my cervix.
“Answer me,” he growled. Demanded.
“It hurts so good. I want you to stop, but I need more.”
God, had I said those words out loud?
“I’m going to cover you with my cum because I want to see you marked
as my nasty girl. I want you to smell like me.” He slammed into me and
pulled out. “And you’re not allowed to shower all fucking night, baby. I
want my spunk sticky on your skin as it dries. I want you to know what I
did to you.”
He slapped my clit again. Repeatedly. “Give me another one, Fina.
Come for Uncle Damien. I’m making up for all the birthday and Christmas
gifts I missed giving you all those years before my big brother let me meet
his little girl.”
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and cried out because his words
ignited something raunchy in me.
It was all I needed to come, to feel my pussy clench and relax around
his cock as I milked him and worked him toward his own release.
 Damien made animalistic sounds, no longer quiet like he was while
plunging down my throat. I felt him pinching and tweaking my clit. And
those tendrils of pleasure grew until I would never find sanity again.
He pulled out just as I felt his cock jerk inside me. I stared with wide
eyes as he started jerking himself off before he came hard and long,
spewing his load all over my belly and breasts. Thick, white, hot ropes of
liquid that covered my skin like he painted me.
“Rub it in. Let your uncle see you do it.”
I smeared my hands over my belly, along my chest, and over my
nipples. His cock was leaking onto the dining room floor as he watched, an
audible sound of primal need spilling from him.
And then he tucked himself back into his pants and helped me up. He
cupped my face in his big hands but just stared at my lips.
“Tomorrow night, baby girl, I’m coming for you to deliver on that
promise of fucking you while you sleep.” He leaned in like he was going to
kiss me but, at the last minute, pressed his lips to my forehead. “Don’t wear
any pajamas or panties. Uncle Damien is gonna plow your cunt, and I don’t
want anything slowing me down.”
Then, he turned and left, and I stood there naked, my pussy sore from
being fucked, my belly full of my uncle’s cum that was also drying all over
my skin. But I had a smile on my face because I was already looking
forward to tomorrow night.

The End.

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