Page 107 of Bred
CHAPTER TEN
SILAS
Temptationandsinwrappedin black satin. Mine to unwrap. Mine to own. Mine to breed. A kaleidoscope of images, positions, and places where I’m going to fuck Zoey, spill before my eyes. The warmth of her thighs under my hands causes more blood to rush to my cock.
I ghost my mouth over her barely covered pussy and let the air escaping tease her as I say, “Should I put my mouth here? Hmmm. Or should I fuck you with my fingers? I could do neither and let you writhe chasing the air for an orgasm on my desk until you’re a filthy, soaking mess.”
“Silas please, no. I need you, any part of you. Please touch me. I want to feel you,” she begs and the quivers in her thighs tell me just how turned on and desperate she truly is. I love when my playthings become desperate.
I lean so close to her panties I can feel her wetness on the tip of my nose, and I breathe in deeply… fuck, she smells so good. She’ll smell even better once I get my come into her and can mark her. She poked the beast and now it’s time for her to come into the pen and play with the grown-ups.
“You smell sinful, Siren. Tempting any man who gets too close. You came in here, meaning to tempt and tease me, but sweet girl, you've bitten off more than you can chew this time. Tonight, you’re all mine, and when daybreak comes, you will never be the same. You certainly won’t be walking the same.” I smirk as I let my words wash over her and she stares down at me, still between her legs until I lean back, “You look positively obscene like this. Show me my pussy, Siren. Show me my next meal.”
She huffs and I can sense the snark rising in her and she can’t resist, “How many times have I told you that you can’t tell me what to do, Uncle Silas? Either you’re gonna eat and fuck me or I’ll have to get myself off and then go find someone else to get the job done. Pity the puddle I’ll leave on your desk will haunt you though.”
She’s baiting me and while immediately anger rushes to the surface, I still myself and don’t fall victim to her little game. Two can play and instead I smirk and unbutton my jeans.
Her eyes are tracking every movement of my hands as I lower my zipper until she can see my dark gray boxer briefs and the slightly darker spot right where my cock has been leaking. I lean my head back and lower my eyes to slits as I palm myself before slipping the head just out of the opening and replying, “Well if you’re going to do all that then go on with yourself. I’m going to sit here and make myself come and then get back to work. Maybe I’ll go out by myself and find someone else to sink into.”
Like a match and a trail of gasoline, Zoey explodes at my words. “I didn’t put up with all of your shit not to finally get to fuck you, Uncle.” She jumps off my desk and I watch as she shimmies out of her lacy black thong before reaching over and wrapping it around my dick.
“Do you feel how wet my panties are while they touch you? Imagine how wet I will feel when you’re fucking me and owning me.” Her words and the wet fabric have me wanting to hurry this little game of tit for tat up.
I haul her into my lap so she’s straddling me, and I notice the slight wince in her face as her thighs try to accommodate my body and the chair. I’m not a sadist, but a small part of me is enjoying the little bit of pain she is experiencing.
With her dress wrapped around her middle, I grab hold of the fabric to use as leverage before I growl at her, “Fuck yourself on my lap then, Siren. I want to see your body rock back and forth, slicking my cock up. Show me you deserve me and my come inside you.”
Her eyes widen, and I know everything that is happening right now is new to her. She’s not used to being talked to this way or being manhandled in the bedroom. The flush of her cheeks and the dilation of her eyes coupled with the rock of her hips tell me that everything I am saying and doing is fulfilling her. Her pace is steady as she slides her wet center back and forth over my cock, her panties, and my clothes. I can tell when my engorged head hits her clit each time by the biting of her lip, and I twine my hands in the fabric of her dress. She pauses when she feels the material tighten around her stomach and before she can even open her mouth to speak, I act. I use the leverage and begin pushing and pulling her body against my own at a furious pace, allowing her to chase the orgasm she so desperately needs but is still too timid to take. For all her bravado in life, her lack of experience in actually going for what she wants in the bedroom makes me irritated for her sake. If I only do one thing right by Zoey, it’s going to be showing her tonight that she comes first…. always.
“Don’t be afraid to chase what you want, Zoey. You feel that feeling low in your gut building, almost cramping. I want you to let go of everything in your head, and I want you to fucking come for me. Be a good girl for your uncle and let me see. I can’t fuck you until I see myself covered in you.” I speak in low, even tones so I don’t spook her.
A few more strokes of her body over mine are all it takes before I watch as she finally comes undone and her wetness is evident even on my jeans. I don’t waste one more second before standing up from my chair and laying her back down on my desk. She lays there almost in a daze in her orgasmic high and watches as I grab the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head. Her eyes widen, taking in my chest and they trail over the sparse hair I have covering my pecs leading down my stomach. I wait until her green orbs reach my cock before I push my jeans down and remove both my underwear and hers from around me.
I stroke myself from root to tip before I notch myself right at her entrance, just letting my throbbing dick beat its own heartbeat against her. I lean down, bracing my hands on either side of her and capture her mouth with my own, swallowing her pants.
She squirms, “Please stop teasing me. I need you. I need to feel you. I want to feel your come in me, Uncle Silas.” Whatever restraint I had to drag out this teasing shatters and I snap my hips forward, sinking to the hilt inside Zoey. I give no pause for her to adjust to my size before I’m pistoning in and out of her, chasing my own high.
“Hold on to the desk before I fuck us both right off it. Fuck, you feel so good. So warm and wet. Your pretty pussy is barely holding on, Siren. She’s stretched so tight around me. You’re going to feel me in you for days.” Her walls clamp down on me, even tighter with my words, and her whole body is flushed as she holds onto the edge of the wood.
I drive myself further and further into her, hoping I can find purchase in her belly with each and every thrust. I reach down with my right hand and start plucking her clit, pinching and rolling it between my fingers because I need her to fucking come all over my cock.
“I want you to soak your uncle’s dick now, Zoey. Let go and show me you deserve my come.”
She’s shaking her head back and forth, “I can’t. It’s too much. Please.”
I slap my hand straight down on her clit, shocking her and triggering her orgasm. I don’t think she’s coherent for a few moments and I keep thrusting and watch her lips try to swallow me, and I can feel my balls drawing up and my orgasm is on the edge.
“Should I come in you and breed this sweet fucking pussy? Do you deserve it? I know I deserve it.” I groan loudly, just barely holding on.
“Come in me Silas. I need to feel it. Come deep inside your niece’s pussy and fuck your baby into me.” Her words are my undoing and I let my orgasm release and I continue my thrusts trying to get my come further inside her.
I slow my thrusts finally until I pull all the way out and watch as her little hole gapes from being stretched so thinly over my shaft. Her lips are puffy and red from the abuse they’ve taken, and she looks gorgeous. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are closed in contentment, and I stroke my hand down her face before picking her up and cradling her in my arms so I can walk out of the study and into my bedroom down the hall.
“I shouldn’t want this. Want you. But I do. I want you to stay, Zoey. In my house and in my life. I know I only said one night, but I was foolish to think that I could walk away. You’re staying here… and in my bed.”
“And if I don’t?” She replies with mirth, but I can tell by her body language she is simply toying with me. She likes to see me lose control.
“Good girls who listen to their uncle get rewarded. Girls who don’t? Well I don’t think you want to see what happens then, little siren.” With those last words, I lay her down in my dark sheets and admire the way her honey brown hair is splayed across the pillows. I climb in and pull her into my arms and allow any remaining tension to run out of my body.
I allow the sweet cadence of her breathing to lull me to sleep just as a siren’s call leads men to their destruction. I don’t know how this will all play out, but I’m not giving Zoey Harris up. I’ll go to battle if I have to.
TO BE CONTINUED…
