Marriage with His Uncle!

A lustful dinner

Luther was f*****g me so hard, so good that I came again, and again, and again, each orgasm more intense than the last. The afternoon light filtering through the window slowly changed, and I watched, dazed, as the sun set outside. It was early afternoon when I had come to the mansion, a nervous wreck with a flimsy excuse. Now, hours later, the room was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, and I was a different person entirely. We were at it for hours, our bodies a tangle of limbs, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we moved from one position to the next. We came together so many times we lost count.

Our bodies were dripping with sweat, and the small room reeked of our combined scents—a mixture of sweat, c*m, and s*x—and yet our passion never died. If anything, it only grew stronger, a desperate, unquenchable fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

"Stay for dinner," Luther moaned into my ear, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of my lobe. "Let my c*m drip down your legs as you eat beside your fiancé."

My heart stopped. The words were so shocking, so utterly depraved, and yet they sounded so incredibly hot. A shiver of pure exhilaration ran through me, a heady mix of fear and lust. I agreed without a moment's hesitation, the word "yes" a breathy whisper on my lips.

"Good girl," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "I'm about to cum."

He was still buried deep inside me, his body tense with a shared urgency. I bent forward, arching my back, and looked at him over my shoulder. "c*m inside me," I whispered, the words a raw plea.

The sight of me, my body arched in a perfect bow, begging him to come inside me, drove him crazy. He looked into my eyes as he came, his face a mask of pure pleasure, his eyes burning with an intense, possessive heat that announced, "You are mine."

My breath hitched. He was absolutely breathtakingly sexy, his face a beautiful sculpture of passion and desire. I was unable to bear the intensity of his gaze and looked away, a hot flush of shame and arousal rising in my neck as he pumped his c*m into me, rocking his hips back and forth to make sure his hot seed was planted deep inside.

When he was done, he slowly pulled out, a wet, viscous sound filling the small room. He looked at my crumpled shirt and a small, knowing smile played on his lips. "You need a new blouse," he commented, slapping my panty in its place to stop his c*m from dripping out of me.

"I do," I agreed, my voice still a little shaky.

"Come with me to my room. I have plenty of shirts you can take." He didn't wait for me to respond. He picked me up, his arms strong and sure, and carried me out of the room. My heart was in my throat again as he expertly navigated us to his room without bumping into anyone. The mansion was quiet, everyone preparing for dinner, so it was a relief to know that our chances of getting caught were slim.

The first thing I did was run into his bathroom and take a quick shower, letting his c*m drip out of me and down the drain. I lightly cleaned myself before wrapping a towel around my body and stepping out into his room. He was waiting for his turn, and he was completely naked.

My eyes bugged out as I took in the sight of his body. He was no man, he was a god, his body a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and hardened lines. Having that physique at forty-five was insane.

Then I looked down at his c**k, and my eyes bugged out even more. I hadn't noticed how insanely big he was in the heat of the moment, but now, fully engorged, it was a sight to behold. It was so thick, so long, with so many veins, and it was tilted in a way that made it feel even more intense. It was a magnificent c**k, a perfect c**k, and I was so happy that I got to enjoy something so beautiful.

"If you want another round, just say so," Luther teased, a low rumble in his voice. He came closer, his hands wrapping around my towel-clad body, pulling me into his arms. He kissed me, and I opened my mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. But just as the familiar fire began to build, he pulled away.

"As much as I want to continue, it's already dinner time, and we should leave before someone comes to call me."

"Yeah, I should go," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"No, stay for the dinner," he insisted, his eyes burning with a renewed passion. He meant what he said when he asked me to attend the dinner with his c*m inside me. My body heated up at the thought of it, and I nodded, the decision made.

The shirt Luther gave me was, of course, a man's shirt, so it was a little too big on me, but I managed to make it work. It looked decent, even if it wasn't my style. I left his room first, and he went to take a shower. It would have been too suspicious if we had left together. So I went first, and as I walked into the dining room, I saw Nash, a look of surprise on his face. He hugged me and happily pulled me to an empty chair beside him.

As Nash hugged me, a wave of shame washed over me. It was only then that the full weight of what I had done crashed down on me. I had cheated on Nash.

Yes, I wanted to call off the wedding, but this was a new low. No matter how much I wanted revenge, no matter how much the sparks were flying between Luther and me, I should have held back. Getting hurt didn't give me an excuse to be a w***e and spread my legs for another man—and for Nash's uncle, no less. The more I thought about it, the more mortified I became.

"Did something happen?" Nash leaned in and asked, his voice low with concern.

I fixed my expression and forced a smile. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"You look pale," he commented. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luther walking past us with a stoic, unreadable face, as if he hadn't just been balls-deep inside his future niece-in-law.

"I just have a bit of a headache," I said. Nash asked if I needed any medicine, and I politely declined, facing forward. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luther deliberately spill water on his seat without anyone else noticing.

After spilling the water, he pretended to sit down and then stopped. "Why is there water on my seat?" he demanded, his voice filled with feigned surprise.

His acting was perfect. No one suspected a thing. The entire family stopped their conversations and looked at him. And under everyone's watchful eyes, he moved to the empty chair on my other side and sat down.

Nash's hand, which was intertwined with mine, tightened, but I barely felt it. My head was buzzing. I questioned why he was sitting beside me, but thankfully, he didn't talk to me. He just minded his own business, and soon, the dinner started.

The first part of dinner passed without incident. The conversation was stilted but polite, and I slowly began to relax, convincing myself that the worst was over. Luther sat beside me, a silent, stoic presence that gave no hint of the debauchery we had just engaged in. Nash, on my other side, was engrossed in a conversation with his mother. I was almost lulled into a false sense of security until I felt a familiar heat spread across my thigh.

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