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Chapter 7 

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 ny mouth, making me feel even more out of control. But to him, it must’ve looked thick and erotic because amien smoothed his fingers over my lips, smearing my drool around. 

ity beautiful, dirty, fucking girl. Now it’s time I break in that little pussy of yours.” He cupped my chin almost intly as his thumb caressed my cheek. “Now, Fina,” he said, his tone more like a command, leaning in so our lips are close together. “Give me that pussy.” 

new one thing with certainty. 

is going to give him my pussy and more if he demanded it. 

<e 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 ‘pert, little tits.” 

hest hurt from the force of my breathing, and my hands shook as I got undressed–the only things left being ajama top I’d thrown on over my thin camisole when I saw it was too sheer to wear in front of my dad before d my mom left. 

a slut for my uncle, not even fighting this. I was dripping down my inner thighs by the time I was completely 

oment I was naked, Damien was in front of me. And the next thing I knew, he was dragging me over to the room table, swiping his arm across the top to clear it and pushing me down onto it. 

od felt freezing as my back connected with it. I gasped and braced my heels on the edge. 

e separated my knees then stood between my now spread thighs. 

ession was feral, as if he were possessed. He smoothed his hands up and down my legs, turning his wrists is skating his fingers up and down my inner thighs. 

my soaked, 

seen that look on him before, not this intense, and it was trained right on me… right on my red cunt. 

grew hot, my pulse raced. Instinctively, my legs started to close, but Damien growled low, his hands on as he shoved them open so wide my muscles protested, and I cried out. 

girl. You stay spread for Uncle. I want to see how pretty and pink your pussy gets for me.” 

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“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. Iwasa 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 

tongue in and out, fucking me in a place that was taboo but not nearly as taboo my asshole, pushing hi as willingly and eagerly fucking my uncle. 

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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. S close my toes and fingers tingled. 

I 

I was a nasty girl. Dirty. So disgusting he spit on my pussy once more, using his fingers to smear it all over my in 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.