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Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle

" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You " He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. " Please ...... daddy " ---------- He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
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Chapter 6

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  ADELINE 

  A gasp escaped my lips as he bent down and his face just inches away from my boobs. My eyes widened slightly and a whimper escaped my lips as I felt his hot breath fanning my hard nipples. 

  " so pretty "

  He whispered in his deep raspy voice making me hold back my moan as I felt his warm mouth caging my sensitive bud. His tongue rolled over my bud making me whimper loudly as my arms unknowingly moved up to his neck and wrap around it. 

  " o-ohh fuck- "

  I gasped and spread my legs to give him more access to be comfortable on top of me and I felt his hardened bulge against my clothed pussy making me grind my hips for some friction. 

  He sucked, licked and bit my nipples, playing with them making me shiver under him. It all felt too much to handle at once. He suddenly grabbed the waistband of my trouser and pulled them down Getty rid of them instantly. 

  Suddenly, a shriek escaped my lips before I quickly covered my mouth with the back of my palm when he placed his hand on my clothed pussy and pressed on my bud. 

  My back arched and my lips parted feeling the pleasure. My legs quivered as I tightened my hold on his shoulders. 

  " do not cover your mouth "

  My body obeyed as I closed my eyes. I felt like on ninth cloud and was enjoying the pleasure but suddenly, he pulled back making me open my eyes quickly. He stood up from the bed making me look at him confused. 

  He wouldn't leave me all desperate. Would he?

  His gaze still on me as I watched him unbuckle his pants with one hand and pushed them down his thighs and my cheeks burnt in shame as I watched his cock sprung out. 

  It was big. So fucking big. 

  I gulped the lump formed in my throat and I could feel my wetness dripping out of my pussy. I clenched my legs and sat up slowly. He got rid of his shirt and stood naked in front of me. 

  " come here "

  He ordered and I slowly crawled up to the edge of the bed and looked up at him. His hand slowly went to my hair as I felt his thumb grazing my lips making me have nasty thoughts. 

  " open your mouth "

  He looked so dominant, so fucking hot. 

  I slowly opened my mouth as he pushed his thumb inside of my mouth not leaving my gaze for a second. 

  " suck "

  His raspy voice sent chills down my spine as I slowly sucked on his thumb. My eyes slowly dropped to his hardened length and he was too big to fit in my mouth or my holes. 

  He pulled his thumb out and I felt myself going for his cock. My hand slowly wrapped around it and he was way too big to fit in my two hands. I wrapped my other hand too and watched him as he grabbed my hairs in his hand in a ponytail. 

  " take daddy's cock in your pretty mouth, princess "

  I slowly took my head closer to the tip and licked the head making him hiss in pleasure. His quick reaction boost my confidence and I blinked before licking the side of his cock. 

  " oh fuck, princess! "

  He seemed to enjoy it and I did not what took over me and I felt so proud of ...... making him feel so good. Seconds later, I had his cock down my throat hearing a loud growl erupting from his throat. 

  " shit! "

  He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me it back down making me take his full length. My eyes widened as I felt his cock going down my throat and I gagged. He was too big and it felt difficult to breathe. 

  " good girl. Suck harder "

  He ordered making me forget about breathing. My sole focus was now on hi, to make him feel so good. It was my first time but he fucked my mouth harder than I expected him to go with me. 

  I felt him tugging at my hairs hard treating me like a slut I fucking was. 

  My head bobbed up and down sucking him hard and fast making him hiss in pleasure. His moans getting my panties wet and I was dripping. 

  " just like that. Yes, princess! "

  He thrusted inside my mouth making me hold his thighs and dig my nails hard in his skin. He smirked and he inhaled sharply before I felt him pulling out of my mouth as saliva dripped down my lips. 

  He groaned and soon shoot his cum on my face making me gasp loudly. My chest heaved up and down as he grunted, cumming on my face. 

  " so fucking mine! "

  I gasped and felt so tired. My head pounding as I looked up at him with my blurry vision. All of a sudden, he leaned down and grabbed my throat making my breath to hitch and before anything could happen, a loud knock on the door brought us back to reality. 

  My eyes widened slightly as he pushed me on the mattress and spread my legs making me look at him, shocked and scared. 

  " handle it for me, Princess "

  Before I could say anything, he attached his mouth to my dripping pussy making me choke on my own saliva. My head spun as my hand gripped his hairs tightly as I arched my back. 

  Another knock on the door brought me back to my sensed as I struggled to get free from his grip, not wanting anyone to walk inside on us like this. 

  I felt his tongue gliding up and down sucking me and stopped at my sensitive pearl before softly licking it back and forth making my legs to tremble. 

  " w-who i-is it ?"

  I asked the person on the other side of the door and clenched my fists on the sheets feeling my legs going numb at the sensitivity. 

  " Adeline, it's me. Open the door "

  I heard my mom's voice making me look at him who was unbothered and his face buried inside my legs. He pushed my legs further apart and pushed his tongue inside my hole making me cover my mouth. 

  " N-NO! "

  I shrieked as I felt his tongue going deep and I covered my mouth with the back of my palm not expecting me to shout. 

  " Adeline. We need to talk. Open the door "

  " l-lets talk tomorrow mom! I d-don't want to talk- "

  I felt my pussy throbbing and I felt a familiar knot and I shook my head, struggling to get away from daddy but he held me in place. 

  " i-I'm cum- "

  Before I could finish my words, the pleasure washed over me as he continued to lick my juices. My eyes rolled back as he kissed my pussy hard making my body go limp. 

  Seconds later, he pulled back and I gasped,my body jerking with sensitive waves. He stared at me before standing up. My vision had become blurry and I felt so tired. 

  I watched him pull his pants up and zip them before pulling his shirt down his head. I lazily pulled my sheets on my naked body yet my legs were naked. I blinked slowly and tiredly and felt him lean closer. 

  " such a dirty little princess "

  He turned away and walked towards the door as I, tiredly watched him. All of a sudden, he opened the door and my eyes widened slightly seeing the person leaning against the wall, staring at ...... him. 

  " Christian ! "

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