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to the edge of the bed, leaving only my hips on the mattress and the rest of me in the air. He hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire.
He kissed me again, his fingers still working my clit, and then, with one swift motion, he pushed a thick finger inside me.
"Mmm," I moaned into his mouth.
At first, he was slow and gentle, teasing me with shallow thrusts while we kissed. But then his pace quickened, his finger fucking me harder and faster until my head fell back. He moved to my neck, kissing and biting me roughly as I pushed my hips down, desperate for more of him.
"I want more," I moaned.
"As my slut wishes," he said, pushing two more fingers inside me at once. I nearly came from the sensation, my body trembling with pleasure.
"Shh, not yet," he whispered, slowing his pace just enough to keep me on the edge. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted more, needed more. His fingers worked me tirelessly, pushing deeper and deeper until his palm hit my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
"One day, I'll fuck you with my fist," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and rough.
"I... mmm... I'll be... mmm... waiting for that day," I moaned, my body writhing beneath him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
"For you? Always," I breathed.
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean. His head fell back as he tasted me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. He leaned over me, our foreheads touching.
"You taste so damn good," he said, his voice heavy with desire.
He stayed close to my face, his dick rubbing against my entrance, teasing me.
"Please," I begged, unable to hold back any longer.
"Please what, slut?" he asked, his voice taunting.
"Please, fuck me," I whispered, and as soon as the words left my lips, he entered me, filling me halfway in one swift thrust. He wasn't 9 inches, but he was close, and I knew exactly how he felt inside me. He kissed my forehead and then pushed the rest of the way in, hitting the back of my pussy with a force that made me gasp.
I loved the way he fucked me. He didn't just thrust in and out; he pushed all the way in and stayed there, grinding against me, making me feel every inch of him. He paused for a moment, then slammed into me harder. "Oh God," I whimpered, biting my lip to keep quiet.
He spread my legs wider, getting closer to me, and then grabbed both of my nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly as he increased his speed.
"Faster," I moaned, and he obeyed, fucking me harder and deeper, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that drove me wild. I pushed myself against him, wanting more, always more.
He pulled harder on my nipples, lifting me up into a sitting position while he continued to thrust deep inside me.
"You're an addicting slut," he growled, his hands tightening on my breasts.
"And you're so good," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.
He let go of my nipples, the pain only adding to the pleasure, and picked me up, carrying me to the sofa in front of the mirror. He sat down, positioning me on his lap with his dick still buried deep inside me.
"Show me your skills, slut," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them to give him deeper access. I ground against him, trying to take him deeper, but he held my hips, not letting me pull away. The more I struggled, the more he pushed into me, making it even more intense. He captured my breasts again, squeezing them as he fucked me.
"Look at the mirror, slut," he said, and I did, watching as he pounded into me, my juices dripping down his shaft. I could see the pleasure on my face, the way my body responded to him. I was close, so close, and he knew it, speeding up even more.
"I'm cuming," I gasped, my body shaking.
"Cum," he commanded, and I did, my body convulsing around him as he continued to fuck me, drawing out my orgasm for what felt like forever. He bit my neck as I came, his thrusts relentless.
"It's 7," I panted, glancing at the clock.
"I'm cuming, baby," he said, slamming into me harder, his pace rough and fast. I bit his shoulder to stifle my scream as he pushed me over the edge again, his fingers digging into my skin. But that's not where it ends, he pushed into me harder, deeper more deeper this time , his pace relentless as I came undone beneath him. My body shook, tremors of pleasure rippling through me, but he didn't stop. Not for a second. He kept fucking me, his hips slamming into mine, grinding deeper as I writhed in ecstasy. When he came, he didn't slow down either, his thrusts only growing more intense as he pushed his cum deep inside me. I gasped, my body trembling with the sheer force of it, but he wasn't done.
He pulled me up, positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed, still buried deep inside me. One hand gripped my hip, the other reached around to rub my clit as he fucked me from behind. I moaned, my head falling forward as pleasure surged through me. He bit my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he pounded into me, his rhythm rough and unyielding. I came again, my body convulsing around him, but he didn't stop.
"Again, slut," he growled, flipping me onto my back and lifting my legs over his shoulders. He drove into me even harder, his hands gripping my ass as he pushed deeper and deeper. I screamed in silence, another orgasm tearing through me as he bit my nipples, pulling them roughly between his lips.
He didn't let me catch my breath. He carried me across the room, my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me in midair, his thrusts relentless. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he slammed into me, my body shaking with another overwhelming orgasm.
Finally, he laid me down on the sofa, positioning me on my back with my legs spread wide. He leaned over me, his hands gripping my breasts as he fucked me harder, his pace rough and fast. One hand moved to my clit, rubbing me furiously as he pounded into me. I came again, my body shuddering beneath him, but he kept going, his thrusts growing deeper, more intense.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You're mine, slut," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. I nodded, my body trembling as he finally stilled, his cum spilling inside me once more. He kissed my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I clung to him, my body spent but utterly satisfied.
We stayed like that for a while, breathless, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "You took your pills?" he asked, his voice soft. I nodded, holding him close. He kissed my forehead, and we stayed there, buried deep inside each other, until finally, he helped me clean up and brought me back to bed, laying me down between him and Uncle Devin.
"I have to go now," he said, kissing my lips one last time.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"No need, it was my pleasure," he said, kissing my nipple before leaving.
I smiled as he left, knowing this was just the first fuck of the morning. Uncle John was my alarm clock, waking me up with pleasure every day. I sighed and looked at Uncle Devin, a small smile playing on my lips.
"I should go to sleep now, to get ready for you, Uncle Devin," I said, closing my eyes.
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