JESSY
"Open your legs wide." His voice was deep,commanding, the kind that didn't leave room for questions-it was more like an order I couldn't wait to follow, laced with that rough edge that always made my pulse quicken.
"Sure, Daddy," I whispered back, spreading my legs as far as they'd go, my thighs quivering just from the way he looked at me. The vulnerability hit me hard, exposed like that on the bed, but it only fueled the heat building low in my belly. I wanted him to see everything, to take everything.
There he stood at the foot of the bed, his massive cock rock-hard and ready, pointing right at me like it knew exactly where it belonged. Veins throbbed along its length, the head glistening slightly in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He was all muscle and shadow, broad shoulders rolling as he shifted his weight, his abs flexing with each controlled breath. Those dark eyes-Uncle Moretti's eyes-raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, making me feel like I was the only thing in his world right now. God, it was so wrong, dreaming of him as my uncle, but in this haze, it felt intoxicating, forbidden fruit I craved more than anything.
I was sprawled out naked on the sheets, my skin glowing a little from the sweat already building, my waist beads shifting with every shallow breath, the tiny beads cool against my heated flesh. They were a gift from him in the dream ...something he'd slipped around my hips last time, whispering how they made me look like his personal treasure. I'd been wet the second I heard his voice, that low rumble vibrating through the room, but when he touched me....his rough hand sliding up my inner thigh, calluses scraping lightly against my smooth skin...I moaned, pure pleasure ripping through me like electricity. His fingers were deliberate, tracing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake, inching higher until they brushed the edge of my folds, teasing but not committing.
He didn't rush. No, Uncle Moretti..Daddy..never rushed. He loved the build-up, the way it made me squirm. He knelt down slowly between my legs, his broad frame filling the space, shoulders brushing my thighs as he settled in. His breath was hot against my core, fanning over me in waves that had me arching already. "Look at you, little one," he murmured, his lips so close I could feel the vibration of his words. "So wet for your uncle. You've been thinking about this all day?" His voice was gravelly, thick with desire, and it sent a fresh gush of arousal through me.
Before I could answer, his mouth was on me. Not gentle....no, he dove in like a man starved, his tongue flat and broad as it licked a slow, firm stripe from my entrance up to my clit. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as I pulled him closer. He chuckled against me, the sound humming through my sensitive nerves, making me buck my hips. "Easy, baby girl," he said, but there was no mercy in it. He pinned my thighs wider with his strong hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding me open for him.
His tongue worked in circles now, lazy at first around my clit, building the pressure agonizingly slow. Every flick sent sparks shooting up my spine, my breaths coming in short pants. Then he sucked-gentle pulls that had me whimpering, my head thrown back against the pillow. "Daddy... fuck," I breathed, the word slipping out unfiltered. He rewarded me by increasing the pace, his tongue dipping lower to taste me fully, pushing inside me in shallow thrusts that mimicked what I really wanted. I was dripping now, coating his chin, but he didn't care-he lapped it up like it was nectar.
One hand left my thigh, and I felt his fingers join the assault. He teased my entrance with a single digit, circling the slick opening before sliding in slow, so slow I could feel every inch. "So tight," he growled, adding a second finger, stretching me just enough to make me moan louder. He curled them upward, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Pump, curl, repeat-his rhythm was relentless, fingers fucking me while his mouth never left my clit, sucking and licking in perfect sync.
I was climbing, the tension coiling tight in my core, but he knew-he always knew when I was close. He pulled back just a fraction, his fingers stilling inside me. "Not yet," he said, voice husky, eyes locked on mine as he licked his lips. "I want to hear you beg for it. Tell Daddy what you need."
"Please," I whimpered, my body trembling, hips grinding against his hand for any friction. "Please, Daddy, don't stop. I need more... I need you."
He smirked, that dark, possessive smile that made my heart stutter. "Good girl." His fingers started moving again, faster this time, scissoring inside me to stretch me wider. His free hand roamed up my body, palming my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until it pebbled hard under his touch. He pinched lightly, the sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to my clit, where his mouth returned with renewed vigor. Tongue lashing, fingers thrusting, hand teasing- it was overload, every sense consumed by him.
Sweat beaded on my skin, the waist beads sticking slightly as I writhed. "Oh God, Daddy... I'm gonna-" But he pulled away again, leaving me hanging on the edge, a frustrated cry escaping my lips.
"Not without permission," he said, standing up now, his cock bobbing heavily between us. He stroked himself lazily, the sight making my mouth water. Precum beaded at the tip, and I wanted to taste it, but this was his game. "You want this?" he asked, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer.
"Yes," I blurted out, no hesitation, my eyes fixed on him. "Fuck me, Daddy. I need it so bad. Please, Uncle... take me."
The word "uncle" hung in the air, adding that twisted layer that made it all hotter. He groaned, like it affected him too, and positioned himself between my legs. But he wasn't done playing. Oh no-he loved drawing it out, making me crazy with want. He grabbed the base of his cock, thick and pulsing in his grip, and used the tip to tease me.
Rubbing it along my folds, up and down, coating himself in my wetness. He pressed against my clit, circling it with the head, the slick slide sending jolts through me. Then lower, dipping just the tip into my entrance, stretching me open the tiniest bit before pulling back.
"Daddy... please," I begged, my hands reaching for him, nails digging into his arms.
