But things were only almost perfect. Tess knew there was something missing from her relationship with Josh, and it wasn't hard to know what it was. Josh had turned into an expert kisser. Well, perhaps it was better to say that they had figured out together exactly how to really get each other worked up. And there was the problem. Tess was just so worked up. It was lovely to spend good kissing time with Josh, trying to get their bodies to share the same space, but that was all they did, and it just wasn't enough when she looked after herself with her trusty bedside friend, a present from the oldest man she'd ever had, the one she'd never needed before.They had a rule: underwear on. That meant that underwear stayed on and hands stayed off those areas. And that rule was driving Tess nuts. She'd decided to take it slow and steady with Josh, and they had, and she wasn't sorry that she'd done that. She still felt incredibly lucky to have Josh, but she felt as though he was still holding ba
"Josh asked me to talk to her. Do you have any idea where she is?"Tess' mother burst into tears."Please, what is going on there?"Eventually, Tess' mother replied. "Tess got in really late on Friday night. Early Saturday morning, Josh charged into the house and into her room. He was in there about 30 seconds, then she screamed and he charged straight back out of the house. Since then she's been hiding under her desk wailing for two whole days. She won't speak to any one. She's a total mess.""I'm coming straight round."Liz was shocked when she entered Tess' room. It was far worse than her mother had made it sound. Tess was curled up in a fetal position under her desk looking at the wall, sobbing, wearing only panties. Her hair was all in knots, and the room stank. Liz carefully approached Tess. Her mum had said that when she had tried to move Tess, Tess had screeched like a rabid cat and scratched her. A good one on the face, Liz had seen it.Liz sat down on the floor next to Tess,
The day I met my uncle for the first time, I was seventeen 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 und
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? Fortheirsafety as well?I g
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.The room was so hot.Iwas too hot.And I forced myself to back away to the other side of
And when I felt the wet, hot glide of his tongue along my ear, I shuddered and thought,Yes, yes, I actuallyamcrossing 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
Oh, God.“How many cocks have been in this little cunt, niece ofmine?”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, in
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 clen